Page 159 of Fielder's Choice

“Lane,fuck!”she cries, even louder than before.

“Atta girl,” I coo. “You’re listening so well. You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Mhmm.”

“You want it inside you again?” I breathe, rolling my hips with more force. “You want my cum to drip out of you?”

“Please, Lane!”

I take my other hand now and press her against the cold marble, keeping her steady as I fuck her harder. “Hand between your legs, Liv,” I manage between heavy breaths. “Tease that needy clit. I need to feel you come on my cock before I fill you.”

She listens immediately, hips bucking the moment she makes contact. “Oh God…”

“You can call me Lane,” I smirk against her ear. She works her finger faster over her clit, and I can feel that she’s already close to her release. “I feel you fluttering around me. Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze that cunt around me and pull every drop of cum out of me.”

Olive shatters quickly, and her orgasm is strong enough to take me right along with her. My hips still, and my cock pulses inside her as I come for the second time this morning.

“Fuck,” I cry. “Take all of it, Olive. Every fucking drop.”

I rest my forehead between her shoulder blades as we both struggle for breath. When our heart rates steady, I slip out of her and roll her over underneath me.

“Lane,” she sighs. “That was incredible.”

“Better than last night?”

“Yes.”

I groan. “You’re not so innocent after all, Ballerina.”

Olive laughs happily. “Only for you, Hotshot.”

“Because you’re mine.”

All fucking mine.

After Olive and I clean up in the shower, we get dressed—I throw on my shorts, and she puts on a pair of leggings after she pulls on my shirt again.

The coffee finished brewing a while ago, but we were a little bit toopreoccupiedto grab any before now.

We both sit on my kitchen island, sipping from our steaming mugs, and I’m startled when the elevator doors open. I look out to the living room and see Sage bounding in ahead of Knox and Harlow.

“Remind me to tell Rory to stop loaning out her elevator key,” I chuckle, slipping off the island and scooping my daughter off the ground. “Lovebug!”

“Daddy!” she shrieks, throwing her tiny arms around my neck. “Miss you, Daddy!”

I hug her tightly and kiss the top of her head. “I missed you, too, Sagie. So, so much.”

Sage peers over my shoulder and finally notices Olive behind me. “Mommy here!”

Liv laughs lightly. “I am here, sweet girl. Did you have fun with Aunt Lo and Uncle Knox?”

“Aunt Wo let me stay up late!”

“Did she now?” I chuckle, pointing my gaze at my friends.

Harlow just shrugs. “Deal with it, Brooks.”

“I wanna play, Daddy,” Sage states, wiggling out of my arms.

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