Page 12 of A Shot at Love

Right now, the only thing I can do is moan in response. Wanton noises escape me as Oliver works me over. I know thatmy orgasm is on the horizon. The soles of my feet tingle, and blood rushes in my ears. His cock presses against my g-spot, and each time I’m slammed down against his pelvis, my clit gets stimulated.

“Daddy,” I whimper. “Daddy, I think–”

“Are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?” he asks, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “I can feel that you’re close. You just keep getting tighter.”

“Please,” I beg, my lips brushing against his. “Daddy, please.”

“I’ve got you, little girl,” he assures me, kissing me again. It’s all tongue and spit, and I shudder against him. “Just let it go. Daddy’s got you, always.”

After the words leave his mouth, he’s kissing me again. I’m unable to respond properly, too caught up in the pleasure that’s building inside me. As I tip over, getting taken by the riptide of my climax, Oliver is right there to catch me.

He keeps kissing me hard, using his mouth and tongue to keep me from becoming too loud in this small space. It doesn’t help much, though. I’m hardly in control of myself, almost completely at the whims of Oliver’s cock.

Honestly, I like being here. I could spend the rest of my life like this, not worrying about anything and being given overwhelming pleasure. I don’t think Oliver would be opposed to that.

“God, baby,” he groans, growling as he trails off. He sucks in a harsh breath as he bites down on my bottom lip. When he releases my lip from his teeth, he says, “So tight and wet for daddy, aren’t you?”

Then, his mouth opens as he moans. He buries himself as deep as he can inside of me. His hips twitch shallowly as he releases his load inside me.

I gasp as I’m filled up even more. He keeps going, emptying his balls right against my womb. A wild thought grips me, and I hope that he gets me pregnant, plants his seed inside me.

“Fuck,” he curses when his orgasm subsides. He leans in to kiss me softly. Our lips slide against each other in a slow, indulgent expression of our love for one another. When we part, he pulls out of me slowly and says, “I love you so much, Jenna.”

“I love you, too,” I tell him, holding onto him tightly as he lowers me to the ground.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” he assures me, pulling his sweats back up. Then, he grabs my pants from the floor and hands them to me. “We’ll talk about what we’re going to do when I get done with practice, okay?”

“What if you get kicked off the team?” I ask as I get dressed, the anxiety I felt earlier threatening to creep back in.

“I already told you,” Oliver says, cupping my face and pulling me into a sweet kiss. “As long as we’re together, I’m happy. I’m still going to go out there and give this practice my all, but if it’s my last one with the team, so be it.”

I nod, his words soothing the last bits of my worry. After kissing me again, Oliver opens the door to the storage closet, leading me out with my hand in his. Unfortunately, the bubble of love and hope that formed around us pops as soon as we step into the hallway.

My father is standing there, his hands on his hips and a frown on his face.

Chapter Nine

Oliver

When I lock eyes with Coach White, Jenna stiffens beside me. She tries to drop my hand, but I don’t let her. Instead, I tighten my grip on her and pull her against my side. Then, I drape an arm around her shoulder, holding her close to me and making it clear to her father that I’m not backing down.

The three of us are quiet. It’s almost suffocating, but I won’t back down. I’ve made my decision, and so has Jenna. Foolishly, I assumed we’d both have a little more time before we faced the consequences of our actions.

There’s no use in dwelling on that, though. The reality of our situation is that we have to face Jenna’s father now. So, I know I have to make good on what I told her just a few minutes ago.

“So,” I say, narrowing my eyes at my coach. “I take it I’m off the team, then.”

There’s a long stretch of silence between us. I can hear my teammates beginning to arrive for practice in the distance, unaware of the standoff that’s happening not too far away from them. They’ll figure everything out soon enough, though.

As Coach White’s silence lingers, I begin bracing myself for the worst. I wonder if he’s going to scream or if he’s going to use that eerily calm, calculating tone that he uses in huddles during the last half when we’re using our final timeout. And, though I’m fairly certain he’s not a man prone to violence, I wouldn’t be surprised if he throws a punch.

Finally, he opens his mouth to speak, but Jenna cuts him off, finding her voice.

“If you really kick Oliver off the team over this, I’ll never speak to you again,” she says, and when I look down at my little firecracker, her jaw is set and there’s fire in her eyes. “I think, maybe one day, I could forgive you for taking away your financial support. It might be years down the line, but I could get over it because I love you.”

She swallows hard, leaning against me. Her father seems just as surprised as I am that she’s the one talking and telling him off. It seems that neither of us are able to say anything during her brief pause.

“You can’t mess with Oliver’s career over this,” she says after she’s fortified herself. “The only thing he’s done is made me feel loved and cared for. He makes me happy. If you fire him for that… Well, Dad. That’s unforgivable. I’ll never speak to you again.”

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