Page 130 of The Third Baseman

She took a step back and blinked rapidly. Nerves. She should be nervous.

“Answer me one question, has anyone else seen you in this before?”

“No.” Her head hastily shook from side to side.

I gently brushed a thick curl off one of her soft, apple-rounded tits, pushed up high and ripe for my teeth to sink into. “I’m glad I got to see you in it, but you will not be wearing it out of this apartment.”

Her neck jerked back so she could look at me. “What?”

Ignoring her, my fingers hovered over the tiny shoulder straps – the ones barely holding up this scrap of material, the ones which tore from the seam with the slightest tug from me. The flap of silk floated down until her boobs were scarcely contained.

“Jupiter! What are you doing?”

“I’m illustrating how flimsy this dress is.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but it was as my thumb brushed over a nipple as hard as my dick, so instead, it simply dropped open with a soft moan.

My hand crept up her thigh, pushing under the hem. “See, Marn? It’s better if I do a full inspection of it before we leave. Don’t you agree?”

She was wearing heels which brought her a little closer to my height, but I still needed to spread my legs slightly to meet her eye line. Big green eyes widened more with every inch my finger edged closer to her ass.

I leaned in, brushing the shell of her ear with my lips. “I asked you a question. Don’t you agree it’s better?”

Her head fell back as I pushed under the elastic of her underwear.

“You’re soaked, Marnie. Fucking drenched. And that won’t do at all… it’s not just your dress you’ll need to change; you’ll need fresh panties too.”

The groan she let out as I brushed her clit sounded almost painful; raw and animalistic, hitting deep in my balls; an arrow spiked with pure lust.

This was going to be quick.

One finger buried itself in her pussy. I added a second, then a third, curling them up as I pumped inside her until we were both vibrating with desperation.

Desperate for release.

Desperate for each other.

“You need this so badly, don’t you? Your pussy is dripping on the floor.”

I spun her round until she hit the wall, her hands bracing her from falling forward. Her back was against my chest as I unzipped my pants, my cock jumping free like a prisoner making a break for it. “We don’t have much time.”

Bracketing her in with my thighs, I yanked her dress up and pulled her panties to the side, then drove upwards with one long stroke. Tight. Hot. Wet. So,sowet.

She cried out, and I wanted to feel those cries in my chest, I wanted to breathe them in.

Wrapping my fist into her thick mane of curls, I jerked her head around until I could fuck her mouth with my tongue while my dick thrust hard, frenzied, and wild.

I was so affected by her it was more than an addiction, and it came with no cure.

I needed to touch her wherever I could, whenever I could, because I’d go crazy if I didn’t.

Claim her. Own her. Make her mine.

“Get ready, Star. I’m about to explode so hard you’re going to be wearing my cum to dinner.”

A throaty moan almost pushed me to breaking point. My hand slid around her body, bringing her even closer to me as my arm held her hips in place while my fingers ground forcefully on her clit. With every long, rough stroke, I swallowed her cursing until I could do nothing to stop my orgasm barreling through me, except take her along for the ride.

I gripped tighter as her knees buckled, and waited until we could both stand upright without support. I might be a professional athlete, but she knocked the wind from my lungs every single time.

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