The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,62
and tossing it onto the bed next to me. He runs his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends slightly. “Fuck. I just worry that something’s going to happen to one or both of you while I’m not here to do anything about it.”
“Justin.” I say his name to attempt to get his attention. I reach out and grab his hand. “We’ll be good. If something were to happen, I’d get help. I have Jillian and some of the other WAGs that I’m sure I could call. Worst case scenario, I call the cops if it’s something that serious.”
“I know,” he says, blowing out a huge breath. He shifts until he’s standing between my thighs then cups my cheeks in his big hands. “I know you’ll be fine; it's just me worrying. Not something that I’ll probably ever stop doing. Becoming a father has changed me. I hope that you can see that. See that I’m no longer the guy I used to be, the playboy.”
“You’ve definitely changed. I can’t attest to the playboy times that much, but I’m also not complaining about what’s standing in front of me.”
“You’re one of the best things to happen to me. I hope you know that,” he says, then covers my lips with his own. I fall back onto the bed, pulling him with me. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling his dick against my center. I can feel him harden as I grind against him—no shame to my game. I can’t get enough of him, and thankfully, it appears that he can’t get enough of me. That first night that we slept together unleashed this almost uncontrollable desire that I have for Justin. The first few times were a little painful, but he was so gentle with me that it quickly gave way to pure pleasure. “You’re feisty this afternoon,” he says, kissing his way to my jaw, nipping at the skin between sucking kisses.
“Gotta take advantage of you while you’re home,” I somehow manage to get out as he drives me crazy. Between his mouth, wandering hand that has snaked under my shirt to tweak my nipple, while the other slides inside my yoga pants and is circling my clit, I’m ready to come apart at his hands.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re about to come,” he says, nipping at my neck a little harder. “The way your skin flushes,” he pauses to suck my earlobe between his teeth, releasing it quickly, “the way your skin puckers in goose bumps after I rub my lips across it.” His lips ghost along my collarbone, and up the other side of my neck, stopping shortly to suck at my pulse, that’s pounding. “The way your pussy latches on to my fingers when I slide them inside you,” he says as he does just that, and I cry out.
“Jus…tin!” I say, dragging his name out as I unravel at his doing.
He pulls his hand from my center, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. “I love the way you taste,” he tells me.
“Mhmm…” I hum, enjoying the blissed state I’m in from that orgasm. “Want me to take care of that?” I ask him, reaching for his erection that’s bulging in his shorts.
“Not going to deny you.” He smirks at me as he reaches down to unzip his fly. I watch as he pulls his cock from his boxers, sliding them down his legs and out of the way—my mouth waters as he strokes his cock a few times. I shift on the bed until I’m lying directly in front of him in a position that I can suck his cock into my mouth. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” he groans as I slide my tongue down the rigid underside of his hard shaft. I return to the tip, kissing it lightly before I suck him into my mouth, taking him in as far as I can. The tip hits the back of my throat, and I pull back until just the head remains. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard as I bob on his cock. Justin slides his hands into my hair. He doesn’t fully take over, but I can feel the slight guidance that he gives me, showing me exactly what he wants and needs. I wrap my fist around the base of his shaft, stroking it up and down in rhythm with my mouth.
“I’m close…” he warns, tapping my cheek in a warning. I flick my eyes up towards his,