Page 138 of Loving the Legend
Sid’s face is neutral. “That was nothing. Adrenaline was pumping, and we were just blowing off steam.” He scans the room for the next question.
“Sid, over here,” a woman’s voice calls out.
“Hey, Kim, go ahead.”
“A few things seem to set Ty off tonight, such as the number of fouls committed by the Royals and not getting whistles on perceived fouls committed against him. We know that when Ty’s peeved, it usually results in him playing outstanding offense. What makes it so hard to defend him when he’s hot like that?”
“Well, first of all, they weren’t perceived fouls or flops. We’re professionals. We know the rules of the game. I don’t think it was an intentional foul, but he took a lot of contact mid-air. I’m not certain what the refs were doing, but we have rules to keep everyone safe. You can understand how incredibly frustrating it is when a rule is broken, you’re almost injured, and no one is held accountable.” Sid’s tone is neutral, but I sense frustration.
“Are you saying the refs missed a few calls?” Kim follows up.
“Yes. Look, Ty is one of the most professional and skilled players of our time. It is highly improbable, and goes against everything we’ve seen from him, that he would fabricate a foul and get upset for no reason. We trust the refs to do their job so we can come back night after night and compete at the highest level.”
Thank you. You’re always the voice of reason, baby!
Sid continues, “To answer the latter part of your question, the answer is simple: you can’t defend him when he’s fired up. He’s too ferocious and quick. His ability to hit shots from anywhere on the court makes him formidable. We tried our best to slow him down, but even when we tried triple-teaming him, you saw tonight that it didn't work.”
“Terry fromLA Times Sports. Sid, as you prepare to host Detroit tomorrow, what adjustments will the Royals make to improve the performance that we saw tonight?”
I click out of the video to text him.
Me: Saw your post-game interview. If I were home, I’d give you the best head of your life.
I’m surprised when my phone buzzes less than a minute later.
My love: What I wouldn’t give for your deep throat right now. You always give me the best head of my life.
My dick instantly perks up.Fuck yeah, I’m game to sext him.My fingers get to work firing back.
Me: I’d lick your tip first. You know what the taste of your pre-cum does to me. Fuck. I’m rock hard just thinking about it. I’d suck you down over and over and slowly stroke you while tracing my tongue down to your balls. I’d trail my tongue back up and deep throat until you lose control and start fucking my face, then I’d enjoy gagging and swallowing your seed.
My love: Fuuuuck. So hard right now. I love watching those pretty lips spread over my dick. I want to smear my cum all over your lips and chin and watch you slowly lick it off.
His words thrum through me like lightning. I fly to the last row in the back of the plane.
Me: You love it when I swallow your seed down, and I love being full of you
My love: I do. It’s some primal shit how much I get off knowing my cum is inside of you. I’d suck you down slowly, bringing you close to the edge. I want you begging me to come, covered in sweat...trembling. When you can’t take it anymore, I’d tie your hands to the bed and fuck you deep. I’ll fill you with my loads all night. If you’re good, I’ll let you come when I’m done.
Thank fuck for the plane blankets.
Me: Mmm fuck, baby. It’s all yours. I’m leaking just thinking about you edging and railing me. Want to know one of my fantasies?
My love: Always
My love: I’m yours too
Me: I fantasize about your hard dick filling me for hours. You know I hate how empty I feel when you pull out. I want you to plug me with your big cock and slowly rock into me throughout the night to stay hard. After hours, when we both can’t hold back anymore, I want you to wrap your hand around my neck and choke me until I almost pass out while you fuck me so rough I think about your dick every time I sit down.
I groan when I’m forced to put my phone on airplane mode as we take off.
His text comes through as soon as Wi-Fi kicks in.
My love: Fuck. I had to rub one out. Marry me. I want to be wed to your mind forever.
I grin. Despite everything we’re going through, I’d say yes if he asked me for real. I know he’s it for me. I don’t want anyone else. My dad was right—Washington men fall hard. Sid used to playfully ask me to marry him all of the time, and I’d tell him I wanted a proper proposal with a ring and bent knee.
Me: I’ve been fucking myself with the big dildo, but it’s nothing like you.
