have any condoms, so proper intercourse is out of the question, but I still plan to rock her world. Hard.
While I’m loving on her nipples, I slip three fingers into her and fuck her hard, curling my fingertips to hit that tender spot inside her. Her hips rock along with my rhythm. I move to her neck, sucking and biting, my cock throbbing and aching against her. Her hands reach for me and run along the length of my cock, stealing my breath. She feels amazing.
We turn into a tangled mess of limbs and skin, stroking and kissing. Her lips find mine and we fall into one another. She bites my tongue and I pinch her clit in response. She moans against me and rocks her hips frantically.
I can feel the fingers of an orgasm wrapping around my cock as she hand fucks me, but I want the feel of her mouth on me. I spin her around so we’re in one of my favorite positions, the 69. She takes me wholly into her mouth and it takes all my focus to continue licking her without coming. Her mouth is hot and warm and her fingers grope my balls just the right amount. She’s perfect.
Her moans against my cock push me to the edge and just as I’m about to start reciting stats, I feel her pussy contract all around me once again. I let myself explode within her mouth, and she takes all of me, swallowing it down.
I’m in heaven.
We collapse next to each other and she curls into me, sighing and gently kissing my collarbone. We don’t say another word as she slips away to get dressed. Her clothes lie torn on the floor.
“Sorry.” I flash her a sheepish grin.
She steals my bathrobe, blows me a kiss, and disappears into the hallway without another word.
I’m so screwed.
Six
I wake up to an empty bed and a head full of memories involving entwined limbs, soft skin, and the outline of a girl too beautiful and amazing for words. Of someone who has the power to radically change my life.
Of someone who managed to rock my world in the span of just a few minutes. How many total? Three, four on the ball field? Sixty in the hospital? As many last night?
How could a sum total of a couple hours change my life so completely?
My cock is ramrod straight immediately upon waking. The thought of her plump lips around my length has my motor running fast and hot, and I jack off twice in the shower, picturing her tight pussy around my cock, imagining the view of her tits bouncing as she rides the length of me, her ass thumping against my thighs. I have to brace myself against the side of the shower each time I get off, gasping against the steam building up in the bathroom and my full-color vision of coming inside her, of holding her hips steady as I come and come and come.
I’m on cloud nine. Everything feels perfect, right, aligned. My life doesn’t seem so chaotic under the fluorescent lights this morning. With Ally by my side, I feel infallible. She’s getting at least another run today. I can feel it. I text her as much.
No girl is luckier than me is her response, followed by a selfie of her blowing a kiss to me. Good luck out there. I can’t wait to cheer for you!
A grin cracks across my face, wide as the outfield. This girl…she does things to me. I like it. A lot.
My ritual prep kicks off with an hour in the hotel gym and a hearty breakfast of an egg white omelet and three donuts. I really like donuts, okay? Although they aren’t as sweet as they usually are, now that I’ve tasted Ally. Most of the guys are in the gym with me, getting pumped and talking trash while we lift weights and fill up the hotel restaurant in the morning.
Things get a little chaotic when we roll into town sometimes, but it’s fun. We sign autographs, tell jokes, dick around the lobby getting psyched for the game. The pitching staff tend to keep to themselves and spend a lot of time watching different hitters from the opposition. There isn’t as much separation as you might think, but baseball can get a little bit clique-y. We all come together at the stadium,
Thomas Ligotti
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