Yes, I love my life.
“Fuck, you feel good baby.” I pump into her, loving this connection as I nuzzle my nose against her cheek and smile at the mewling sounds coming out of her.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve been holding out for life to just slow down a little.
Playing professional ball is a huge commitment. I’m away a lot, and Sienna’s been raising our four kids on her own during those times. Her parents come and stay for stints to help her out, but I hate that I’m not around as much.
I’m back now, though.
The offseason is a much slower pace, and I’m gonna have chunks of time to really step up and help out.
And I’m desperate to do it, because I’ve noticed a shift in Sienna this year. Something is definitely off, and I haven’t beenable to pinpoint what. Whenever I ask her about it, she says she’s fine, because I think in her mind, she is.
But she’s not.
She just doesn’t seem as happy, and I don’t know if it’s because of me or what.
The kids are all doing great.
Zoey’s in high school now—God help us.
Cole and Logan are dominating fourth grade like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
And Olly started kindergarten in September last year and found his feet immediately. He even complains that there’s no school on the weekend.
So, what’s bothering Sienna?
I’d love to figure it out… if she’d just let me.
“Ooooo.” Sienna’s fingers dig into my shoulders, her words a soft whimper. “Harder, baby, please.”
I plunge deeper, rising onto my hands and pistoning my hips so I can pleasure her the way she wants.
Trying to catch a glimpse of those sparkly blues eyes of hers, I tip my head to the side, but she squeezes her eyes shut, exposing her throat to me as she lifts her chin and gets lost in the heady sensations driving through her.
I get it. My nerves are on fire too… in all the best ways.
Thrusting sharp and hard, I hit her deepest pleasure points and am rewarded with more sweet groans and whimpers. Her fingers grab my forearms, squeezing tight as another orgasm obviously builds within her.
Fuck, I’m going to pop in a second.
She feels so fucking good.
“Sparks,” I whisper. “Fuck, baby…” My words trail off as my own orgasm starts to take hold.
I want to draw this thing out, make it last all freaking day, but the pressure inside me is building too fast.
She’s too hot.
Too sexy.
Too…
I groan, a rocket firing through my body and straight out my dick as I jerk and plunge, hard and fast.
She gasps, then starts moaning in time with me, her sweet pussy clutching my head, spasming around it and sending my body into a delicious state of chaos.
