Page 54 of Stepping Up to the Plate

“This call is pointless. If you want to get a message to me again, go through my lawyer or I’ll have you held in contempt for violating the no contact order.”

“See you in court next week, wife,” he sneers, before hanging up.

I throw my head back against the couch. That call is not how I wanted to spend my evening. Not only did it drain me emotionally, but it caused me to miss Brady hitting a home run. My mood sufficiently dampened, I decide to take a shower to wash off the grimy feeling it left me with before Brady gets home.

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When I slip out of the bathroom a while later, Brady is sitting at the end of the bed, eyeing me. “Hey, sweet girl. I wondered where you were when I got home. I didn’t hear from you after the game.”

“Sorry,” I say. “I needed a reset and the hot water helped clear my brain.”

His expression shifts from playful to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing important.”

“Anything I can do?” he asks, pulling me in between his spread legs and running his thumbs across my cheek bones.

I nuzzle into his hands. “No, I’ve got it under control. It’s something I have to handle myself. I’m glad you’re home, though. I missed you, even though I could see you on TV.”

“I missed you, too. I wish I could watch you on TV,” he says with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I’ve been thinking about the reward I want for the bomb I hit.”

“You have, have you?” I chuckle. “Am I the one giving this reward?”

“Of course, doll. You’re the prize. It only makes sense you give out the rewards,” he retorts as his fingers untuck my towel, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes darken as he takes me in. I put my hands on his thighs and start to lower myself, but he stops me.

“That’s not what I want,” he corrects.

“Then what do you want?” I question.

Instead of answering, he rips off his shirt and scoots further up the bed. “I want you to soak my face,” he states, staring directly into my eyes.

“What?”

“You heard me. I want you to climb up here and let me eat that pretty pussy until you soak my face. Then I want you to ride my cock until your body milks my orgasm out of me. Get to it.”

I’m speechless. I stand there naked, staring at the cocky smirk on his face. When I still don’t move, he drops his voice. “Lola, I’m not asking, baby. I’m telling. Get your sweet ass over here and sit on my face. I’m not going to stop making you come until there is a sleepy smile on your face to replace that tight frown. Now!”

Since he leaves no room for argument, I do as he asks. Putting my hands and knees on the bed, I crawl up to him. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me until neither of us can breathe. His hands slide to my waist and he slides me up the rest of the way forcing my legs to part at his shoulders.

“There she is. Now, sit,” he urges.

Hands on my hips, he pulls me down onto his waiting tongue. I gasp at the contact. I can feel him grin against my skin as he drags his tongue up to my clit. Usually, he loves to tease and work me up slowly. That is not what’s happening tonight. He licks and sucks until I’m mewling. In a matter of minutes, he has me close to release. I rock my hips on his face as a ball of tightness and warmth forms in my stomach.

Pulling away to breathe – because despite some men’s insistence they won’t suffocate, they still do need to breathe a little – he bumps his nose into my throbbing nub. “Just like that, baby. Ride my face until you come in my mouth. I want you dripping down my chin,” he demands. All it takes is one more deep suck of my clit and his hands on my hips, grinding me down on his face before I’m coming.

“Oh God,” I shout. “Brady, oh God.”

“You’re not the first person to call me a God, today,” he chuckles. “Although I prefer it in this context much better,” he laughs.

With a shuddering breath, I shift to move off him, but he tightens his grip on my thighs.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting to part two? I can’t ride your dick from up here,” I sass.

“Did I say I was done eating your pussy?” His deep, stern voice is back.

“No, but I finished…”

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