Page 14 of A Shot at Love

The guys stop what they’re doing for a moment to see what stopped Oliver. When they realize it’s me, they call out a greeting before getting back to their drills. I can’t help but smile. Not only is this team kind, but they’re also disciplined.

I think Oliver’s going to lead them to a championship.

He crosses the court quickly, a warm smile on his face as he looks me up and down – I’m wearing the skirt that I know drives him crazy. He wraps his arms around me, giving me a tight hug before dropping a lingering kiss to my lips.

“How did the call go?” he asks, putting a bit of distance between the two of us but still holding onto my waist.

“Great as always,” I assure him. “Our jerseys are sponsored, and I’m sending Michaela some tickets first thing in the morning.”

“Good,” he says, squeezing my waist. He glances over his shoulder at the team before looking back at me. “When do you have to head out to pick up Lucas and Maxine from their practices?”

Lucas, our six-year-old, and Maxine, our four-year-old, are both just as enamored with their father as I am. They want to be just like him. And that means they’re both signed up for a youth basketball league.

“I still have a little over an hour before I need to head that way,” I say, checking the clock on my phone.

Oliver nods, a playful glint in his eye that sends a delightful shiver down my spine and a rush of wetness between my legs. He turns to his team and says, “Keep practicing. I need to talk to my wife privately. Roberts, I’m putting you in charge until I get back.”

Then, before they respond, Oliver grabs my hand. I can’t help but giggle as he pulls me off of the court and through the hallways. Less than a minute later, he yanks me into his office, pulling the door shut behind him.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you’re doing to me, coming in here wearing that skirt?” he growls, grabbing my hips and walking me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of his desk.

“I have an idea, daddy,” I say, my tone playful and mischievous.

“Goddammit, little girl,” Oliver murmurs before connecting our lips in a searing kiss.

He licks into my mouth, sloppy and hungry. I give it back as good as I get, sighing when I feel him press his hardness against me. I’m so wet that I can feel my panties sticking to my juices.

As Oliver starts to push my skirt up, he says, “I’m gonna get a taste of you, sweetheart. Then, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Please, daddy,” I moan.

My words make him move faster. He grabs onto my panties and yanks them off, shoving them into his pocket – I know I’m not going to get them back after this, and that thought sends another thrill through my body. Then he shoves my skirt up to my hips and gets on his knees in front of me, bringing his mouth close to my center.

A gasp escapes me when his tongue darts out. He runs it through my folds, letting the tip dip into my opening. As he focuses his attention on my clit, I grab onto his hair, breathing hard as he begins to work me over.

I’ve learned that Oliver is excellent with his mouth. He seems to be good at everything he does, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world because of that. The man on his knees before me, the man I call daddy, has become an expert in my body.

Despite being the one kneeling before me, it’s obvious that he’s in control. I love it. In every other aspect of my life, I command the room. I have to be assertive and demanding in a male-dominated field. But, when I’m with Oliver, I’m able to hand over the reins and let him take care of me.

My eyes roll back in my head as he latches his mouth onto my clit. With gentle suction, he flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves. My thighs shake, and I know that my first orgasm of this session is close.

I say my first because Oliver isn’t satisfied if I don’t cum at least twice.

Sensing the nearness of my climax, he slides two fingers inside of me, scissoring them as he pushes them in and out. The intrusion heightens the sensations, and before I can even grasp what’s happening to me, I fall over the edge. His name slips from my lips as my thighs tighten around his head. He keeps going as the waves of pleasure crash into me, not stopping until my orgasm subsides.

“Beautiful as always, little girl,” he praises as he gets to his feet, his chin glistening with my juices. He gives me a filthy kiss, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue. Then, he pulls away and says, “Bend over this desk for me.”

A thrill runs through me, and I nod as I get to my feet. My legs are a little shaky as I turn around, the aftershocks of my orgasm and anticipation mixing together. I hold onto the desk,my fingers tightening when I hear the telltale rustle of fabric as Oliver pulls his cock from his pants.

“Such a good girl for me,” he praises as he lines himself up. “I’m gonna fuck this tight little pussy, now.”

Following through on his promise, he pushes inside. I mewl with pleasure, his cock stretching me open. I’m convinced our bodies were made for each other. We were put on this earth to find one another.

Oliver wastes no time in picking up his speed, gripping onto my hips so he can fuck me harder. I can feel his length in my gut. My toes curl in my shoes. Each time he enters me, the head of his cock brushes against my g-spot, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I’m dripping wet for him, and it makes his harsh thrusts even more delicious. My body puts up no resistance to him. It seems to be driving him crazy, his movements getting wild after a few minutes.

“Fuck, little girl,” he groans, reaching around to play with my clit as he continues his onslaught. My legs nearly buckle from the sensation. “You feel so good. Gonna cum right against your womb. You want that?”

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