Page 80 of Stepping Up to the Plate

“Do you Lola? What do you need? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“I’ve been telling you for half an hour!” I shout. My frustration only makes him chuckle. He smiles against my thigh.

“You’ve been begging, but you haven’t told me what you want. What youreallywant. Tell me, Lola. Do you want me to suck on your clit?” He does long enough to elicit a moan and then a groan when he stops.

“Want me to finger fuck you into an orgasm?” He thrusts his fingers in and strokes my G-Spot.

“Or,” he says, continuing his ministrations, “Do you want me to shove my cock in your pussy until you combust around me? Fuck you nice and deep, just how you like it until I can’t take it anymore and fill your tight little cunt with my cum. Tell me you want me to breed you. I’ll give you whatever you ask for.”

Holy hell, is that hot. Why is it so hot? We both know I’m on birth control. I’ve had an IUD for years since Phil wasn’t ready to have kids yet, but didn’t like wearing condoms. Even though I know I won’t get pregnant, a small thrill goes through me at the idea he wouldn’t mind. In fact, I don’t think he'd be upset at all if it happened.

Out of my mind with need, I finally tell him what he wants to hear. “Please fuck me, Brady. Breed me. Mark me as yours.”

Without responding, he stands up from where he was kneeling with my legs on his shoulders. I whimper at the distance, but he quickly lets my legs slide down until my ankles rest beside his head instead of my thighs. In one movement, he seats himself fully inside me. We both groan as we adjust.

“Fuck, baby. I’ll never get tired of how tight you are. You’re choking my cock like such a good girl.” I clench at his words, making him hiss. “You keep doing that and this isn’t going to last long.”

He pulls all the way out to the tip before sliding back in. After a few agonizingly slow thrusts, he picks up the pace. The force of his thrusts increases with his speed until he has a steady rhythm. When he leans down to kiss me, it gives him an even deeper angle to hit spots that cause sparks to fill my vision.

“Brady, oh my God!” I cry.

“Yes. That’s it, Lola. You’re gripping my cock so good. Come for me, baby. Come for me and take me with you. Milk my cock until it fills your hot little pussy.”

I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me. With each thrust, his pelvis grinds into my clit. When he fucks my mouth with his tongue in the same rhythm as his cock, I follow his command. As promised, he comes right along with me and I feel his cock twitching inside me. It’s the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me.

Brady slides my legs off his shoulder and brings his hands beside my head to support his weight. His kisses grow softer and less frantic as he catches his breath. “Holy shit. That was incredible,” he remarks.

Dazed, I lay there, sucking in air. He brushes the hair out of my eyes and smiles down at me. As he slowly pulls out, I see the satisfied glint in his eyes as he examines the mess he made. After a few moments of watching his cum slide out of me, he scoops me up into his arms.

“Where are we going?” I rasp out.

“While I could watch me leak out of you all night, my sweet girl needs a shower and a goodnight’s sleep,” he answers.

Ever since that day a few weeks ago, Brady has made it a habit to wash me when we shower together. I’ve told him he doesn’t have to, and he told me he ‘doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to.’ He shampoos my hair until I’m making little kitten noises and then conditions my ends. After quickly washing himself, he wraps me in a towel and sets me on the counter.

He then, step-by-step, goes through my skincare routine. He cleanses, tones, applies eye cream, rubs in my serum, and moisturizes. I didn’t even have to tell him what order to use the products in. He knew. Tiffany would be proud. Everything that has happened tonight is making my heart want to leap out of my chest and into his capable hands.

One day, someone will ask me when I fell in love with Brady Miller. I suspect my mind will return to the night he fucked my brains to mush and applied $87 night cream before I blissfully drifted off in his arms.

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When I wake up the following day, Brady has already left for his morning workout at the stadium. Stumbling into the kitchen, I find a hibiscus latte waiting for me in the fridge along with a sticky note that reads, 'I hope I made it sweet enough, though nothing tastes as sweet as you.’

God, this man, he is thoughtful and cheeky. As I sip my drink and add hibiscus to the 'approved flavors' list in my mind, I can't help but reflect on everything that went down yesterday.

The Millers were incredible. Marilyn and Ray were both welcoming and down to earth. It's no wonder Brady is such an amazing guy, being raised by those two. It put into perspective how much I got shafted in the parent department. Don't get me wrong, my dad loves me and worked hard to take care of me, but he isn't Mr. Warm and Fuzzy. And my mom… hopefully, I won't hear from her for a long time, if ever again.

The things Brady said last night about wanting me to have his babies should scare me. I haven't been divorced long, and even when I was with Phil, a family wasn’t on the radar. At first it was because we were too young. Then it was because he wanted to progress further in his career and ‘enjoy our time together,’ which was more often than not spent apart. Eventually, I was trying to survive on the crumbs of affection I could get. There was no room for a child in that world, even if I have always craved being a mother.

With Brady, I can imagine having a child. And not only the end result, the entire process. I can see him reading all the baby books and rubbing my tired feet. I can envision him cradling our newborn and cooing at them during late-night feedings. I can picture him chasing a toddler around and play wrestling. He would make a fantastic dad.

Love. I realize that's what this is. I love Brady Miller. It is wild to think that after everything that has happened in the past year, but I know in my heart it is right. No one has ever treated me better and put me first the way he does. He seems to not only enjoy spending time with me, but he also gets pleasure from my pleasure and from taking care of me. He is everything I've ever needed in a partner and didn’t know I wanted.

I can’t even begin to process what it means that everything he said last night was a major turn-on. I didn't think I had a breeding kink, but he certainly brings out new cravings in me.

As I arrange my thoughts, my phone buzzes. It's a video call from George. I answer as I take another sip of my coffee, smiling at my bestie.

"Hi, Georgie," I greet.

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