Page 91 of Scoreless Nights

There was no way I could ever let her go now that I had her. It felt like twelve years of waiting for her was finally my reality, and I wasn’t fucking it up. So while she was at work one day, I had Tripp come over and we rearranged my closet, making space for her things. Then I made sure that there were always groceries, and added to my housekeeper’s responsibilities to keep everything from Lily’s list of recommended nutritional details in stock and fresh.

But the hardest adjustment was balancing my fear of hurting her with my need to fuck her. It was the longest, and hardest, nights of my life because every night I held her in my arms and had to resist my instinct to spread her legs open.

It was worth it, though, because no amount of need for her was worth risking her health. She may not have liked that I was treating her differently, but I wanted a lifetime with her, and not taking care of her wouldn’t work for me. I tried to make her understand that even without her having a heart issue, it was always going to be my goal to take care of her. She was just going to have to get used to it.

“I’m going to come so fast,” I snickered, not even denying that I was a hairpin trigger after so many nights without her.

“Me too,” she moaned, inadvertently grinding on the ball that was between her legs.

I reached down and tore the fabric of her thong, tossing it to the side. “I want you to come on that ball, baby. I want your cum all over it, so when I take it back to workouts tomorrow, I’ll be able to think of how special that ball is when it dares to touch my goal post.”

She froze, realizing what I was asking her to do, but I wasn’t giving her time to get shy. I grabbed her shoulders and started moving her around, making her pussy grind on the ball. Within minutes, she was moaning, and I pushed my cock back into her open mouth.

“Fuck you look good sitting on that ball and sucking me off.”

She started grinding back and forth, chasing her own pleasure. Her right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and her left was holding my thigh, using it to keep her upright on the soccer ball.

I loved pushing her out of her comfort zone, and that was all I intended when I brought the ball home. But now I was thinking of having it dipped in gold and put on the shelf as a trophy. It wasn’t like I could actually take it back to the field. Once someone else touched it I would have to kick their ass and it felt like that would lead to too much tension among the team.

“Oh,” she moaned, taking her mouth off of me long enough to steady herself again.

“I have never been more jealous of a soccer ball,” I hissed. “This was such a bad idea.”

I went to move her off the ball but she stopped me and shook her head while licking the tip of my cock. “You asked for this. Now you have to wait your turn.”

A few more bounces and her head fell back, her mouth open. She was still holding onto my cock like a handle, but was too consumed with her own pleasure to keep her mouth on me.

Didn’t matter. Her small touch, and the way she looked grinding the Nike logo that was stamped onto the synthetic leather, made me start spurting all over her chest. I grabbed myself above her hand and finished myself off as she screamed my name.

Once we were both able to refocus on each other, I stood her up and kicked that dumb ass ball across the room, nearly hitting the chandelier in the dining area. She gasped, but I threw her over my shoulder, not giving a shit that my own cum was spreading all over my body.

“That ball was a bad idea,” I mumbled, throwing her into the bed.

She giggled, seeing how unhinged I had gotten. Probably loving the fact that I was no longer taking it easy on her, or going slow. My cock was already hard again, something only she ever did to me, and I pushed inside of her hard and fast.

I pulled each of her legs up over my shoulders and held on tight to her thighs so I could have all the control I wanted. Her smile faded quickly and she placed a hand over her heart. It was something she always did, but now I knew it was a reflex when she felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. I also knew if I stopped, or slowed down, she would kill me, and neither one of us wanted it to be our time yet. We had way too much to look forward to in our lives together.

Once her pussy started squeezing me, I held myself inside of her and let those pulses finish me off. I came without even moving, being squeezed so tight that I had to put my hand over my own heart to make sure I was still alive.

“Fuck,” I repeated, over and over again until I finally pulled out of her and fell beside her.

Without me having to even pull on her, she wrapped her legs around my body and kissed the side of my face. “Mom and Dad would be so proud of us,” she laughed, making me flinch and look down at her like she had lost her mind.

“I fucked you so hard you thought about our parents?”

“Kinda,” she laughed. “I was just thinking of the last time we were in this bed like this. Poor Mom.”

“Okay,” I held a finger up to stop her. “Real quick. Remind me to get a new bed. No more thinking of our parents after sex. Also, I don't remember ever thinking they would be proud of us for this.”

She leaned up and looked down at me, a soft smile on her face. “They would be proud that we gave them exactly what they wanted. Us, together. A family. Maybe it's not how they envisioned it, but it's exactly what they wanted.”

“Even better,” I agreed with her, kissing the top of her nose.

“Oh, by the way,” she pulled back, her face full of serious concern. “Did you change the locks?”

“They’re coming in the morning,” I laughed. “Definitely not taking any chances.”

Epilogue

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