Page 23 of Secret Baby with My One Timer

Her breaths are unsteady, each one matching the rhythm of our movements. Her eyes are wide, like she’s lost in the moment.

I pull back slightly, hovering over her. My heart races, pounding in my chest, and I’m breathless myself. “Do you want me to stop?” My voice shakes, betraying the intensity of the emotions that are coursing through me.

“No,” she gasps, her voice barely audible. “Keep going. I want this, Oliver. I need you.” Her confession sends a jolt of electricity through me and I resume my movements.

Her moans become urgent, turning into lustful cries that echo in the room. I want to hear them, and etch everyone of them into my mind.

I thrust hard and long and filling her so completely until we are one. It’s ecstasy. With each thrust, I am ascending higher and higher and taking Taylor with me.

“Oh, yes... That’s it.”

I pull her legs until her thighs are on mine and I’m on my knees, plunging in and out of her. Her body shivers as I grab her ass, holding tight so my cock can reach that magical place deep inside her.

“Oh, my God. Oh...”

“Say my name,” I growl.

Our eyes lock as her mouth opens on a silent cry.

“Say my name.”

Her eyes close. I grip her ass as my thrusts become harder. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

“Oliver.” Her eyes are wide and as her pussy clamps around my cock, my body tightens.

“Tell me you’re mine, Taylor.”

“I’m ... I’m ... Oliver,” she screams, her pussy squeezing my cock as she climaxes.

Still grasping her hips and pounding into her, I grunt as a blinding white light fills my vision. Thrusting over and over, not wanting to stop.

When we’re both spent and boneless, I lay on top of her, my hands cup her face as I kiss her gently as her eyes close and whisper, “You’re mine, Taylor.”

The next morning, I wake with her head on my chest and her sleeping soundly. I stretch out my arm to grab my cell and find it’s 4.48 am—still early for Taylor, but enough time for me to make training without making the coach angry.

“Taylor,” I whisper in her ear, not wanting to startle her.

“Yeah,” she says, sleepily.

“I need to go to practice, but I’ll be back later tonight.”

“You’re driving to New York, now?”

“I didn’t want to leave without letting you know.”

“Okay.”

I kiss her on the lips as her eyelashes flutter as she falls back to sleep.

I listened to a voicemail on the journey back to New York. My dad telling me the private investigator has already found my daughter, and a letter was being drafted by the lawyer, advising of my rights.

I’m surprised it was so quick, but I’m also fuming.

He couldn’t leave it alone, despite the way I left the lawyer’s office.

The whistle blows, the game stops, and I look over to Nate, who is eyeing me suspiciously. I shrug. I’m really not sure what my teammates and friends will think when I tell them I found her.

The girl I’ve been looking for, for over two years.

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