Page 86 of Convincing the Catcher

Once she’s stopped convulsing, I gently pull her head up by her hair. “Now spit,” I growl. “Lube my cock up with my cum before you climb on it and fuck me.”

Even with her back to me, I whimper when I feel her do as she’s told, and a mixture of my cum and her spit drips down the length of my cock.

“Good fucking girl, baby,” I rasp. “Now spin around and sink down on it.”

Moving her body, she turns so that she’s straddling me. I gaze up at her, unable to stop my palms from sliding against her beautiful tits.

Her hips lift slightly, and she hovers herself over my aching dick before slowly sinking down.

“You’ll get two loads of my cum tonight, pretty girl,” I coo, trying to keep it together because, fucking A, it feels so good.

I drop my hands down, putting them on her hips. “No lesson right now, Catch. All I want is for you to ride me until we’re both coming.”

Her nipples harden, and she grabs my hands, putting them over her tits. She keeps her hands over mine as her hips begin to thrust back and forth before dropping her hands onto my abdomen for stability.

“Fuck, I love when you take what you want,” I practically hum.

I wonder if this is a dream or something because less than an hour ago, I was moping around, feeling like I’d lost the only woman I’d ever loved and thinking maybe she was better off without me and my issues. Now her pussy is soaked with my cum while she fucks me in my bed.

Maybe dreams do come true …

“And I love playing with these tits while you ride my dick.” I pinch her nipples between my fingers, and she moans, bouncing up and down on my lap. “Tell me how much you missed me, Harland.” I reach one hand around to her back, grabbing hold of her hair. “Need to hear you say it.”

“So much,” she whimpers. “I missed …” She stops, looking down at me.

“Nah-uh-uh.” I tsk her. “Tell me what you missed, pretty girl. Don’t be shy.”

“I missed making you come.” The confession slips from her lips, and somehow, my steel cock grows harder.

“Yeah?” I growl. “Well, good news for you: the only thing I want to do for the next few hours is come inside of you repeatedly. Until you’re too fucking full to take any more.” I pull her head back, just enough for her chin to angle up. “Is that what you want, Harland?”

“Y-yes,” she whines, her hips bucking. She moans so loud that it’s nearly a scream. “I’m … Cane … I’m going to⁠—”

“Me too, baby.” I move both hands to her waist, thrusting her back and forth harder and faster. “Coming with you …” I choke out the words.

My head pushes into the pillow as she looks down at me, fighting to keep her eyes open while her pussy squeezes my cock, soaking me even more. She claws at my chest, her rocking slowing as she reaches the peak of her orgasm, sucking in a sharp breath between her teeth.

Her mouth hangs open, and her brows pull together just before a shiver runs down her body. I tremble, trying to catch my breath and stop my eyes from rolling back as I finish filling her up.

Seconds later, she collapses forward, resting her head against my shoulder. I slide my arms around her body, holding her close.

“I love you, Catch,” I huff out. “I’m so fucking glad you came back to me.”

“I love you too,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to my skin. “I’m so glad you waited for me.”

I have a lot more plans to fuck her in every position tonight—that’s not going to change. But it’s been a long time since I’ve felt serenity in this bed. And it’s been a long time since sleep has been easy to find. With her in my arms, her heart beating against my chest, my eyes grow sleepy. And I know she’s relaxed too.

And without another word, almost like we’re both too peaceful to speak, we doze off. And I just hope to fucking hell that I won’t wake up and find that it was all a dream.

I don’t think I’d survive losing her twice.

THIRTY-EIGHT

HARLEY

The sun peeks through the window, causing me to stir, and when my eyes flutter open, I panic for a brief second, thinking I overslept and missed practice, but then I remember that it’s New Year’s Day, and Coach gave us the day off. Which is good because between my legs is sore. Though we both fell asleep quickly, we also woke up every few hours and had sex … again.

Quietly, I turn my body so that I’m facing Cane. His neck is slightly crooked, with his cheek against the pillow, as he quietly snores. I smile like a weirdo as my eyes sweep over his face. He’s undeniably handsome, and as creepy as it may be, I could stare at him forever.