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“Look at you,” I say, taking in her lust-filled expression. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes flutter closed, telling me she loves the way this feels. “You’re a fucking vision when you’re filled to the brim. Kiss me. I want to be in all your holes at once.”

Her eyes shoot open, and she wraps her fingers around the back of my neck, yanking me down until my mouth is pressed to hers. She parts her lips, letting me plunge my tongue inside, and her satisfied moan vibrates against my chest as I begin fucking into her. It only takes a minute or two before I feel her tighten around me, her impending orgasm threatening to take us both under as it speeds toward us.

“Come on my cock, Sweets,” I say, timing the thrusts of my hips and finger so she’s getting as much of me as I can give. She clamps down, the leg on my shoulder shaking uncontrollably as she falls over the edge with a loud scream. I grit my teeth, doing everything I can to stave off my own climax as she rides it out, slowing only when I know she’s on her way back down to earth.

Sitting back on my heels, I kiss the inside of her calf, pulling my finger from her slowly and lowering her foot to the floor. Her entire body is trembling with aftershocks, so I give us both a few seconds to regroup, rubbing soft circles along her thighs with the pads of my thumbs.

“I’ll never get over how pretty you come,” I tell her as she gasps for air. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. “I want to ride you.” I bark a laugh, becausebest idea ever, before circling my arms around her waist and rolling us so she’s straddling me.

“I’m all yours,” I say with a grin, clasping my fingers behind my head and giving her free rein to do whatever she wants. She leans forward, her tits pressing into my bare chest as she reaches back and takes my length in her hand before lowering down. It doesn’t matter the position or the angle—every time her body swallows me feels better than the last. I’ll never get enough of it.

She starts slow, grinding her clit into my pelvic bone as she moans quietly, building herself up. I watch from below while she rides me like a pornstar, her pussy closing in on my cock with every snap of her hips. Reaching back, she rests her palms on my thighs, so I slide my thumb under the swollen bundle of nerves and rub while she takes what she needs.

“Your cunt is so stretched,” I tell her, looking down to where she’s hugging my shaft, her arousal glistening in the candlelight every time she pulls back. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“I love you,” she says on a breathy moan, her movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled as she chases her release.

“I love you too, baby,” I reply. “Do you want me to take over?” She’s clearly struggling, involuntary tremors racking her limbs as she attempts to keep a steady pace.

“Please,” she whimpers, falling forward when she’s unable to hold herself up any longer. I reach down, palming her ass with both hands and fucking up into her. The sound of myballs slapping against her wet, sensitive skin fills the room, only to be drowned out by her moans and my growls as I give her everything I have left in me. Her fingers curl around the blanket and a strangled gasp falls from her lips, her pussy gripping my length like a vise as she comes around me for the second time.

“That’s my girl,” I praise. “Now stay still while I fuck you full of my cum.” She whines, definitely from the overstimulation, but I’m so close that I can’t find it in me to slow down. “I know, baby. I know it hurts,” I grit out. “I just need to fill you.”

With my feet planted on the floor and my knees spread wide, I buck up relentlessly, bouncing her like a brainless doll as I approach the edge. Electricity starts deep in my core, flowing through me until my muscles are wound so tight I feel like I could shatter at any moment. And that’s exactly what happens when she turns her head, licking a hot line from the base of my neck up to my ear.

“Fuck!” I shout, my entire body seizing as I unload, shooting the thick, warm liquid deep inside her. It goes on forever, until she’s so full she couldn’t possibly take another drop. Slowing my hips, I make sure I’m completely spent before sinking back into the soft fabric and hugging her into my chest. Our hearts beat wildly as we attempt to catch our breath, and we revel in post-nut bliss until I feel her giggle weakly against my ear.

“What’s so funny?” I croak, turning my head and peeling one eye open to look at her.

A lazy smile blooms across her face. “I won.”

I chuckle, kissing the tip of her nose. “Yeah, you did,” I agree. “But we’re definitely washing this blanket and putting it on the bed so I can have a rematch.”

She scoffs playfully. “Youcan wash it. I’m going to need at least two hours of being a couch potato before we do that again.”

“Whatever you want, Sweets,” I reply, nuzzling into her neck. “Always.”

EPILOGUE

LARK - 5 YEARS LATER

“Where the hell is he?”I mumble to myself, checking the time on my phone for the millionth time. It wasn’t the smartest idea to schedule a grand opening in the month of October, but to be fair, the beginning of the season wasn’t looking very promising for the Fury. I should’ve known better than to count them out, since an unexpected run for the World Series is why I’m trying to hold off a little longer, even though people are waiting. My husband wouldn’t be happy if I did this without him being here to cheer me on.

After a long engagement, Ace and I tied the knot this past February, right before pitchers and catchers had to report for spring training. We didn’t feel like there was a need to rush after how fast everything happened leading up to his proposal, so we slowed it down. I moved into his apartment, enrolled back in school, and graduated with my master’s just a handful of months ago. Since then, I’ve been working to open my practice right outside of Daytona.

It seems like just yesterday that I was telling Ace about my dream to become a sex therapist. I was reluctant at first because I had been told so many times that it was a disgracefulcareer choice and that I’d be an embarrassment to my family if I followed through. But he didn’t just accept it—he encouraged me every step of the way. There were moments over the last five years that I wanted to quit. The work felt impossible, and I doubted myself on more than one occasion. But there, in my weakest moments, he was my strength, holding me above water when I felt like I was drowning.

Last year, I almost put things on hold to take care of him when he tore his meniscus in a game. He was laid up in bed for a while after surgery, and my only concern was making sure he was okay. Some nights, I’d check on him and deliver pain medication between study sessions. I lost count of the number of practice quizzes I took in my car outside the physical therapy clinic—but, in the end, we made it work, and here we are.

“Sorry, Sweets. Practice ran late. I got here as fast as I could,” he says, running up to me and pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek. He looks delicious in a pair of gray sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt, the wet tips of his freshly showered hair sticking out from under his backwards Fury hat.

Still fuck-all hot.

“It’s okay,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist and breathing in his fresh scent. The nerves I’ve been feeling since I woke up this morning fade away, and suddenly, I’m excited to get this thing going. “We should probably get started. The people from the Chamber of Commerce and some reporters have been here waiting.”

He looks around nervously. “Can we hold off a few more minutes?”

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