The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,31
stroke, circling the crown before dropping my palm back down until the edge of my hand hits against my pubic bone. I allow my mind to wander, thinking what it would be like to sink inside her untouched pussy. How fucking tight it must be. I’m not sure she’d be able to take all of me. I’m not saying I’ve got the biggest cock out there, but I know I’m on the larger size of the ordinary in both length and girth.
“Fuckkk,” I moan as my fist moves up and down my shaft, gaining speed as my orgasm builds within my body. I fling the sheets off of me with my free hand and kick my boxers entirely off my body. I don’t want to make a mess of them and have to change the sheets before I can go to sleep tonight. Once they’re off of my body, I kick them to the bottom of the bed and spread out. My hand works my cock, and before I know what’s hit me, my orgasm barrels out of me, hot cum spurting out, covering my abs in my own release.
I suck in a few deep breaths as my body goes limp after the intensity of my release. All the testosterone flooding my system has me ready to pass the fuck out. I allow myself a few moments to bask in the fogginess before I reach over to my bedside table for a few tissues to clean up my stomach. With most of the mess cleaned off of me, I head for the shower to rinse off quickly.
Before sliding back into bed, I right the sheets, finding my boxers balled up within them. I toss them into my laundry basket before I settle into bed for the night. As soon as my head hits the pillow, exhaustion from the day hits me. I make sure my phone is plugged in and roll over, allowing sleep to claim me.
“How was your game?” Riley asks as I drop my bag on the floor and set my wallet, keys, and phone on the counter.
“It was good. We won five to two.”
“Awesome. Did Derek pitch tonight?”
“Nope, he wasn’t up in the rotation today. He’ll be back up later this week. How’d things go around here?” I ask, looking around for any signs of Evie.
“Pretty good. I put Evie down about an hour ago. She was a little fussy this evening. I think she’s about to cut that first tooth. I also noticed she was tugging at one of her ears; if that continues, it might be wise to get her in for a check-up. Teething can sometimes cause ear troubles and or an ear infection.”
“Will she be okay tonight? Is it something that we need to find a doctor that can see her now?” I ask, starting to panic internally.
“She should be fine tonight, no need for an emergency room. If I notice she’s still tugging at it tomorrow morning, we can call her pediatrician and get her in. Did Erica leave you any information on who that is?” she asks.
“I think that information was in the diaper bag. Maybe on the shot record card?” I tell her, trying to remember what information I do have. Erica didn’t leave much, that’s for damn sure.
“I’ll look through everything and see if I can figure it out. If not, I’m sure Jillian can get us the name of the doctor that she takes the girls to and see if they can get Evie in for a new patient appointment.”
“Whatever works. Even if we do find out who Erica took her to, if they’re located far away, it might make more sense to move her to the office Jillian takes the girls to anyways,” I suggest.
“That’s true. I’ll look tonight before I go to bed, and you can make that decision in the morning,” Riley says.
“Sounds good.” I pick my bag back up and turn to take it to my room. I empty the few things out of it, putting them away before I strip out of the clothes I wore home from the game. Unlike some professional sports like hockey, we’re not required to dress in a suit going and coming from games. I’d hate that shit, not that I don’t dress nicely, but not suit and tie nice day in and day out.
I slip on some clean sweats, forgoing a shirt, as I make my way back out to the living room. Riley has moved from