Page 135 of The Shake Off

Even though we’d got to the point in our relationship where I knew exactly what she wanted and needed, I still loved hearing her tell me.

“I want it slow and hard. I need to feel your dick stretching me out until I can’t breathe. I want to hear my name, and I want you to show me how much you love me.”

Dropping my lips to hers, I mumbled, “Good girl. I can definitely show you how much I love you.”

Gathering up her fists in one of mine, I slowly ghosted my free hand along her curves until I could hitch her thigh on my hip. Every inch of her body was hypersensitive from the hour we’d already been in bed, working our way throughCosmo, but from the way I was now lazily moving inside her, I could sense the pressure building quickly.

Her jaw dropped, almost slack, and, cradling her face for another kiss, I knew I would never feel anything like this ever again. Slow thrust after slow thrust soon had her thighs bucking under my grip. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot down my spine, colliding with the gathering in my balls until there was no room for any more.

“Pay,” I pushed up, reaching between us to tease around her clit in the same lazy manner I was driving inside her, slowly and deliberately, until her thighs began their tell-tale quivering. Since the first time we’d been together, I’d never allowed myself to come until she had, unless that pearl necklace was involved and then it was game over. “I want to feel you squeezing the life from my dick.”

The trembling of her thighs moved across her entire body, until she was gasping for air. “Fuck… Ace...” she tipped her face up to me, almost pleading for release.

I wanted to make this last forever, but I was too close to explosion. My forehead dropped down to hers, my mouth capturing her mouth as I let go of her hands. Her fingers immediately pushed through my hair, pulling me into her as close as she could get.

“Now,” I managed to mumble, and with one final hard drive into her, she detonated as my name fell off her lips surrounded by that moan of hers I was obsessed with.

One tight convulsion of her pussy and I followed her over the edge, my body jerking as it emptied inside her until it stole my breath too.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, collapsing to the side before I crushed her, but never breaking our connection.

We stayed there silently as our heartrates settled and oxygen pumped back into our lungs. I turned my head to find her staring at me, and inched forward to kiss her nose.

She smiled, running her thumb along the fading purple bruise under my eye. “Does it still hurt?”

I shook my head and a sly grin crept up my lips. “No. It always looked worse than it felt; I just like you taking care of me.”

“I still can’t believe you got taken out by the Secret Service,” she giggled.

“How dare you.” I pushed back and sat up, my mouth dropping in mock indignation. “I didn’t get taken out. I was helping my boy find love, and in the process, came to a disagreement with several armed government employees about how that should happen.”

“Yeah, okay, tough guy.” She pushed herself to sitting and ruffled my hair, squealing loudly as I pulled her into my lap.

“I’ll show you how tough I am later. But first, we have to shower.”

She peered over to the large ornate clock on the dresser along the far wall, where the time read three p.m. We had two hours to shower and dress – or Payton did, because I only needed twenty minutes – and meet the rest of The Lions team before the awards ceremony tonight.

It had been a big season for The Lions. The biggest yet. We hadn’t made it to the World Series, but we’d won our division and lost in the N.L.C.S, one stage further than last year. Coach Chase had been nominated for Manager of the Year, Riley Rivers had been announced as the National League’s Rookie of the Year, and tonight, I was being awarded the National League’s Cy Young award – presented to the best pitchers. Following the ceremony, Penn Shepherd was throwing a little party of his own for The New York Lions, though based on last year’s party, it would be anything but little.

Except this time, I wouldn’t be ending up in Atlantic City. I’d be dragging Payton back to make the most of our giant hotel suite the first opportunity I got.

“What time are we meeting everyone?”

“Downstairs at five,” I replied, gently kissing her cheek as I lifted her off my lap and stood up. “Shower time.”

Payton swung her legs out of bed, and I let her lead the way so I could watch her ass jiggle as she walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucets.

“Are you nervous about tonight?” she asked, stepping under the showerhead and tipping her head back.

“No. Are you?”

“Why would I be nervous?”

I picked up the shampoo, squeezed a giant dollop into my hand, and twirled my finger for Payton to turn around so I could run it through her hair.

I couldn’t remember exactly when this started, but it had been a few months ago, one morning before Payton went to work. She’d had a big presentation for her manuscript, and I’d gotten in the shower with her so she could practice it on me. While she was talking, I’d started washing her hair, and it soon became our thing. It was time we got to spend together every morning before she left for the office, and I went to the stadium.

It quickly became the best part of my day.

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