Pitched

“Oh my God” is her response.

I grin against her sex before tonguing her deep and hard. She wriggles and tries to escape as her cunt grows more sensitive with each deep kiss I press against her core. I lick and suck until she’s a hot sticky mess, her slick thighs spread wide as I devour her.

Her scent, her taste, her feel has a grip on my balls and my heart. I can’t envision a future where I can’t dive into her lush heaven. My dick pushes against the denim, wanting to be inside her so badly. She moans out my name as her orgasm hits her. I lick and suck down every drop, claiming it all for myself.

I peel myself away and tear my clothes off. “Tell me to stop if you want.” My tone is rough and needy, but I have to give her that chance.

She says nothing, her eyes full of stars with a soft happy smile on her face. I prop one forearm near her forehead and drop a kiss there before positioning my cock at her entrance. “This might hurt.”

A bigger smile spreads across her lips. “Give it your best shot.” My fearless girl. Willing to take anything on.

It’s both the wrong thing to say and the right thing. The right thing because I know she wants it as badly as I do, but the wrong thing because it shreds my self-control. I summon all the baseball stats I know and start replaying pitches in my head as I breach her core with my cockhead. She sucks in a swift breath, and I halt. “Too much?”

“No, but you’re so big.”

I release a half-strangled chuckle. “And you’re trying to kill me.” I squeeze the base of my cock until my vision blurs and the need to ram into her tiny cunt passes. It would be the sweetest death. “Deep breath,” I warn and then push inside of her another inch.

She tenses but exhales slowly. The electric line of pleasure that starts from the base of my spine and tunnels into her sex is pulling me deeper and deeper until the shaft is fully seated and my balls are against her ass.

My throat closes up. Me, a top tier Division 1 athlete, can’t find his breath. Nothing could’ve ever prepared me for the sensation of being fully enveloped by the hot, tight sheathe of GG’s pussy. “This feels so fucking good,” I growl. I sound like an animal, my voice raw and tight. “I don’t think I can ever leave.”

“Not even for a game?” Her words are light-hearted, but she’s as breathless as me.

“Not even.” I might as well be telling her that I love her. I didn’t think anything could replace baseball in my life but here we are. I start to move, slow drags along her sensitive skin. The friction of my bundle of nerves inside her pussy is killing me. Her hands cup my waist and then my ass, pulling me against her, firing my engine. My motions become faster, my cock driving into her harder. I’m so close, but I’m not coming until she does.

She throws back her head, arches her back.

“I’m gonna come inside of you,” I warn. I can feel the explosion building. “I’m close, GG, so close. You with me?”

Sweat is dripping down the side of my face. My arm muscles are beginning to shake from the strain of holding me up as I power my cock inside.

“Yes. I’m with you. I’m with you, Colt,” she cries.

I don’t know if it’s my name on her lips, the way she screams her pleasure or the tight fist of her cunt squeezing until my eyes roll into the back of my head. Cum jets out of me in an endless stream, filling her up until warm thick liquid drips down her thighs. I collapse, my head dropping to hers. “Fuck, GG, fuck.” It’s all I can say. I don’t have words left or brain cells to form words.

This is it for me. She’s it for me. If I have to quit the game, if I have to give up my family, if I have to renounce my very name, I’ll do it for GG.

Chapter Twenty

Georgia

It’s been two weeks since Colt took my virginity. I swear every day gets better and better. I don’t think he understands how much he’s done for me. Little by little he shows me more of the world and the things I’ve been missing. I make sure not to take any of it for granted. I enjoy each and every moment of it. He has changed my life and given me a sense of normalcy that I wasn’t sure I’d ever achieve. It doesn’t erase my past, but it gives me hope for my future.

“Been looking for you.” A hand wraps around my waist, spinning me around. I stare up at my now boyfriend.