and pushing her
tongue inside. When she pulled away, they were both gasping for breath. “I want
to fuck. Come on.”
She
tugged his hand, and he got to his feet, following her like a robot as she led
him to the wire backstop behind home plate. It was too easy. Get a man hot, and
you could lead him anywhere by his dick.
“C’mere.”
Elyse leaned against the backstop and grabbed a handful of Adam’s shirt,
pulling him against her.
With
one hand tangled in his shirt and the other on his belt buckle, Elyse was in
charge. She intended to rid herself of those memories completely. Adam never
wanted to hear that she loved him—she’d been kidding herself. She’d been
stupid.
Well,
no more. This time with Adam was just about sex. She’d get him out of her
system, once and for all—even if she had to, as Jason put it, fuck him out.
“Elyse—”
He tried to speak, but she wouldn’t let him finish. She mashed her lips against
his angrily, as if to punish him. Why wasn’t she over him? Why couldn’t she let
him go?
“Shut
up,” she told him, her tone harsh. “Don’t talk.” Both hands were on his buckle
now, undoing it and unzipping his fly. “Do me. Do me right here.”
He
let go a ragged breath. His eyes ignited with lust and something else—anger?
But Elyse had no time to puzzle over it. Adam was grasping her breasts in his
big hands and kneading them, while his mouth ate at hers.
His
breath gusted her face. “This is what you want? Like this?”
“Yeah.”
She had worked his cock free of his briefs, and was stroking his velvety
hardness none too gently. “Just like that. Come on.”
His
hand was under her skirt, pulling aside the crotch of her panties, playing with
her slick pussy. “Mmm, so wet for me.”
“Yeah,”
Elyse panted, rubbing against his fingers. “Ah!” A mini-orgasm crackled through
her, an electric shock presaging more to come.
Pushing
up her shirt and bra, Adam tugged at the tight hard knots of her nipples. He
pinched one between his fingers while he sucked the other into his mouth, hard
at first, then gently, so gently. As Adam sweetly suckled her nipples, Elyse
felt herself growing melty and soft, like taffy in the sun.
“Now,”
she told him, pleading. “Please.”
“This
way.” He surprised her by whirling her around so she was facing the backstop,
her fingers clawing the wire fence. He bent her over, shoved her skirt above
her ass, and pulled down her panties. The panties impeded her from taking a
wide enough stance, so Adam simply tore a seam to let them slide down her leg.
Elyse
didn’t care. She was crazy with need and only cared about him getting inside
her. She wiggled her bare behind. “Come on.”
She
heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, and then felt his latex-covered shaft
rubbing against her slippery heat. “Ah…”
“You
want this?” His breath was hot in her ear.
“Oh,
yeah.”
“Show
me.”
She
pushed back against his cock, urging him to thrust inside her. “Come on.” The
ache inside her grew and grew, an itch that so needed to be scratched it was
driving her insane.
“Tell
me,” he demanded.
“Put
your hard cock in me,” she panted. “I need it. I need it, Adam!”
“Oh,
yeah.” In one glorious thrust, he was home. They both groaned at the sensation.
Elyse was in heaven, chock full of him. Her inner muscles rippled around him,
holding him tight.
A
cold wet drop fell on her neck. Rain? She was surprised it didn’t sizzle into
steam as it landed on her hot skin.
“Yeah,”
he repeated, sighing. “Your pussy’s so wet for me, baby. I love it.”
Elyse’s
voice was hoarse. “Now you got it in there, make it work, stud.” She lifted her
head, and a few more random raindrops plopped onto her face.
“With
pleasure.” Grasping her hips, he pumped in and out with vigor. He was gripping
her so tightly, Elyse knew she’d find bruises on her skin tomorrow. Her head
drooped on her neck as he pounded her. The rain fell
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