Dirty Game:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(16)

I sat on the blanket. "I want your ass right here."

She sat up, crawling toward me. Her tits looked swollen and pushed together. They were fucking amazing.

"Straddle me," I commanded. "I want that tight pussy of yours on my dick."

She moved one leg and then the other until she was facing me.

I leaned back, crossing my hands behind my head. "Now fuck me."

"Ohh, Blake."

She came down on my shaft in a groan of pleasure as her head lashed back.

"Fuck."

She felt too good. Hot. Tight. Wet. And she was so wild. She rode me  with abandon. Her tits bouncing. Her hair flying. Her swollen clit  grinding into me each time she landed against me.

And she moved faster and harder.

My hands moved to her hips, clutching at her. I speared my cock inside her as she screamed out.

"That's it, baby," I coaxed. "The whole damn island needs to hear how I fuck you."

"Oh, Blake. I can't," she cried.

"Yes you can."

I lifted her off my shaft and moved her to her stomach.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking this pussy how I want it."

"Oh God."

"You like it when I say that don't you? When I tell you how much I want you?"

"Yes," she begged. "It's yours. I want your cock inside me. Please, Blake."

I lifted her ass in the air, running my hand over the perfect roundness  and softness of it. I wanted to bury myself in every part of her. Her  mouth. Her ass. Her pussy. But her lips were already swollen and wet for  me. I guided her back onto my dick and pushed inside her.

She hissed with release.

"Yes. More."

I shoved her to the floor, hilting myself inside her. Her hips tilted up  and I rocked inside her. My body covered hers. I kissed her ear, her  neck. She turned her lips to find mine and I bit at her. Kissed her.  Licked and sucked her skin while my cock pulsed inside her.

"It's too intense," she whimpered. "Please let me come."

"Come hard for me." I bit her ear as she exploded around my cock, squeezing and clamping against it like a damn vise.

"Holy hell, girl," I groaned, knowing she had me. I couldn't hold off.

My spine coiled before it moved to my belly and the orgasm ripped  through me. I filled her with my come. It erupted from my powerful dick,  spreading through her like lava.

Our bodies convulsed and shivered while the orgasms shook us and I knew  that not only had I claimed her pussy again, but I had claimed Sierra.

The past was behind us, and whatever in the hell this was-it was ours.





21





Sierra





It happened out of nowhere. Sort of like one of the storms that blew in  from the ocean. Blake had blown into my life again-and I liked it. I  completely loved it.

It was hard to believe when I showed up on the island to pack up the  house that instead I would end up in Blake's arms again. That somehow we  would find our way back to each other. I wondered if it was because we  were like magnets who could never truly be pulled apart, or if it was  because we were different people now. Older, wiser, bruised, hurt, but  our new hearts were drawn to each other in a way that we never would  have sustained if I had stayed.                       
       
           



       

Maybe leaving the island was the only way we would have ended up back in this place. I smiled.

I stretched my arms overhead in the big canopy bed. His huge body was  sprawled out next to me. I bit my lip as I eyed his gorgeous skin and  muscles. He was just pure sinful. That was the only way to describe him.

And the new ways he had made me come alive under his command were  unimaginable. Sure we used to sneak around and have sex when we were  teenagers, but this took sex to an entirely different level.

It was so much fun. It was as if our bodies were meant for each other.  We just needed a little time away to learn new tricks. I giggled to  myself. Because now, we were basically sexual dynamite, blowing each  other's minds with what we could do to the other.

My hand slid under the sheet. I couldn't stop touching him. Now that we  had found each other again, I couldn't imagine not being with him. Sure,  that was fast-forwarding everything. I knew it.

But my body was drawn to him in every way. And whether he was saying it  because it turned him on, or because he really meant it-I was his again.  My body belonged to Blake Wyatt

My fingertips walked over his hip and slipped to his bugling cock,  already hard. I sighed, taking it in my hand. I rubbed the tip with my  thumb, bringing it to life. Waking him up one small pump of my hand at a  time.

He rolled on his back, not saying a word. Maybe we were past the part where we needed words.

I climbed on top of him, straddling him with a wide stance and began to  glide over his cock, rocking my hips back and forth. Each time I felt  the wetness pool between us. His fingers dug into my waist, urging me to  take him, but I reveled in this. How my body could drive him crazy. How  with just the rock of my hips I could have America's playboy demanding I  satisfy him.

His hands tightened their grip with urgency as I rubbed my nipples over  his chiseled chest. The points tickled over his skin and he took my  breast in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. My head reared back when  he leaned forward flicking his tongue over my nipple. But I still  resisted what he wanted. I slid over his shaft, grinding with primal  desire, rubbing my clit with satisfaction.

His hands snaked around my waist, tugging my ass wide, so that I lost  the control. It was in his hands. His fingers massaged between my  cheeks, prying and stretching me with certain precision until I panted  from the force building inside me. He pressed into my tender skin,  playing and kneading, pushing boundaries I hadn't crossed yet. It felt  so good. So warm and soothing. I let his fingers explore until the  sensations drove me wild. I sank onto his shaft. My eyes locked on his  as I rose forward and then lowered myself on him again. This time, my  knees splaying wider. My body clinging to him harder.

The rhythm moved faster as I slid up and down his slick cock. I whimpered when I felt the orgasm start to control me.

Blake grabbed my face, crushing my lips to his. My body wracked with  sensation and vibrations as he pushed inside me and I shattered around  him. I opened my eyes.

"Good morning." I smiled.

"Good morning."

I lowered my head to his chest. His heart beat wildly inside.

His hand moved to my ass, cupping and gripping it gently. I hadn't moved  for him to slide out of me. I didn't want him to. Blake inside of me  was one of my favorite things.

"You can fuck me like that every morning, darlin'."

"You too," I whispered.

I didn't know I could feel content like this again. I hadn't been  content in so long I didn't know it was even still possible. But it was  happening. The love of my life was in my bed.

"Maybe we should move this to the shower?" he suggested.

"Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?" I asked.

"We can, but don't you feel that?"

My eyes flashed to his. He flinched inside me.

"You drive me insane. I'm already hard again."

I sucked in a gulp of air. "Shit."

"And that little stunt you just pulled was really sweet. But it's not my favorite thing in the morning."

"Oh?" I was afraid to ask, but I could feel how hard he was. He was going to show me.

Before I had time to put any of it together Blake lifted me out from  under the sheets and he was standing on the floor next to the bed. He  rolled me on my stomach, his hand pressing into the small of my back.

His cock nudged between my legs and I felt him fill me with a slow intense thrust as he groaned my name between his teeth.

I clutched at the sheets in front of me, but he was dragging me  backward, slamming into his hips. I grasped for gravity, but there was  none. Only spiraling ecstasy. Over and over he slammed into me. My body  shook with spasms as one orgasm hit me and then another.                       
       
           



       

Finally. One pump. Then another and Blake thrust into me unloading his release.

"Fuck." He collapsed against my back.

I tried to breathe under his heavy frame. That was incredible. Possessive. Undeniably hot.

He kissed the side of my neck and I smiled.

"Do you think we really have to leave the house today?" I asked.

He rolled next to me. "Hell no. We can do whatever in the fuck we want to do."

I laughed. "Then that's what I want to do."

"Fuck all day?"

I nodded, crawling toward him. I kissed him. "Yes. All. Day."

He growled under me. "We have two days left?"

I didn't want to talk about our time table. I didn't want to admit that  our quick summer romance was getting ready to hit a crossroads. What did  we do? How did I even begin to approach the subject?