Page 62 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I pushed my sweats down just enough to free my dick, already hard as hell. I stroked myself a couple times, lining up with her entrance. The head pressed against her wetness, and she let out a soft moan that went straight through me.

“You ready for this?” I asked, gripping her hip with one hand.

“Yes, baby… please.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I pushed forward, sliding into her in one smooth stroke. Her walls wrapped around me tight, warm, and perfect. We both groaned at the same damn time.

“Shit…” I hissed, pulling back before thrusting in again, deeper this time.

She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets.

“Kyrie…”

“Yeah, baby. Say my name.”

I set a rhythm—fast, hard, exactly what we both needed. My hips snapped against her ass with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Her moans got louder, and I could feel her pushing back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.

This was supposed to be quick, but damn if she didn't feel too good.

“Fuck, Si… you feel so fucking good.” I groaned, tightening my grip on her waist.

“Don't stop… please don't stop,” she begged, her voice shaking.

I wasn't planning on it.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, my lips brushing her ear.

“This my pussy, right?”

“Yes…”

“Say it louder.”

“Yes, Big Daddy! It's yours!”

“Damn right it is.”

I straightened back up, gripping both her hips now, pulling her back onto me with every thrust. The way her body moved, the way she moaned my name, the way she took every inch—it was driving me crazy.

I could feel the pressure building, that familiar tightness in my stomach. She was close, too. I could tell by the way her breathing changed, and the way her moans turned into desperate little whimpers.

“You about to cum for me?” I asked, my voice rough.

“Yes… oh, my God, yes…”

“Then let me feel it. Cum on this dick, baby.”

A few more strokes, and she shattered. Her whole body tensed. Her walls clenched around me so tight, I almost lost it right then. She cried out my name, her legs trembling as the orgasm ripped through her.

“Fuck, Si…”

That was it for me. I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep as I came, groaning her name. My grip on her hips tightened as I rode out every wave, my body shuddering with the release.

For a moment, neither of us moved. We just stayed there, breathing hard, bodies still connected.

Finally, I pulled out slowly, watching as she collapsed forward onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.