Page 4 of The Baseball Player's Obsession

I’m starting to think I’m defective or something.

I mean, I feel the throbbing between my legs. I feel the want, the desire, but I can’t achieve that pinnacle everyone talks about.

I’m lying in my bed now, my pussy throbbing as I think of Nate. My face flushes as I feel myself getting wetter than I’ve ever been.

I move my hand tentatively between my legs and begin to stroke softly with memories of his golden eyes still burning in my mind.

My breathing quickens as I imagine the bulging muscles underneath his clothes. I imagine him hard down there, thatImade him that way.

I remember the sexy gruffness of his voice. I imagine it in my ear.

Come for me, pretty baby. Come for your daddy.

I don’t know where the hell that thought comes from. I never thought I was the kind of girl who was turned on by daddy kink. It never did anything for me before when I read it in books, but it causes tingles of pleasure to race along my spine when I think of Nate that way.

Nate is so big and perfect and capable, and I just know he would take care of everything.

I imagine what it would feel like to have him come in me.

“Nate!” I call out his name when this insane pressure builds in me and then pops.

Moisture gushes from between my legs, and my entire body arches up from the bed as muscles I didn’t even know I had quake and spasm uncontrollably.

My eyes roll back in my head, and the last thing I imagine before I pass out is Nate’s golden eyes burning down at me intensely.

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Nate

“Motherfuck!” I grunt as my sticky seed spews up out of my spasming cock.

When I couldn’t pull myself away from sweet Brandy’s little pet shop, I finally decided to give over to my insanity and stalked her home.

And then I sat outside her house most of the night until I finally drug myself away to take my sister her dang cat food.

I was going insane not being able to see her inside her apartment. I have a crazy need to be able to see this girl at all times, and I know it’s wrong. I know I’ve officially gone off the deep end, but I snuck into her house when she went to work the next day and put cameras up all over her house.

I put cameras up in her shop too.

And now all I do in between practice is sit on my phone and stare at her. Everything she does mesmerizes me.

The way she eats. The way she chews her lip as she reads a book. The way she’s not afraid of the spiders and reptiles she takes care of at the pet shop.

You would think being a pet shop owner she’d have pets of her own at home, but she doesn’t. She’s painfully alone.

Just like me.

My dick aches every time I look at her, and I can’t even think about having a random hookup. All my cock wants is her. I’m afraid she's all it’s going to want for the rest of my life.

I should just make myself known to her. Ask her out. But my obsession is already too deep, and I’m honestly afraid of what I’ll do if she says no.

I might fucking snap and go off the deep end like my old man cause try as I might to not be like him, apparently I am, and all it took was one look into her midnight blue eyes to have me hooked for life.

I can’t get the girl out of my head.

That’s why when I see her slip her hand in between her legs, my already hard cock gets harder than the baseball bats I swing every day.

Fuuck.

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