Page 40 of Safe at Home

“Help guide me, baby. Put one hand on my thigh and use the other to help me enter you.” She did as I said, and once I felt my tip touch her dripping pussy, I brought her down onto my length, going all the way down to the hilt.

“Oh. My. God!” Molly screamed. Her free hand flew to cover her mouth and muffle her cries. I guided her up and down my shaft while holding onto her hips. She got her screams under control and was able to brace both of her hands on my thighs. She was then helping me by moving up and down herself. I took the opportunity to reach around her to play with her clit. The walls of her pussy strangled my cock as I toyed with her little nub.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh,” she panted out as quietly as she could.

“Baby, arch your back and lean back a little,” I suggested. When she did what I asked, I was able to take her mouth with mine in a searing kiss that swallowed her moans. She began to spasm around my cock, and I knew she was close. I flicked harder at her clit with one hand and moved my other hand over to pinch at her nipples. They were very sensitive, and as soon as I pinched one, she came around me. I continued to kiss her as she rocked and spasmed.

She stilled in my arms and lay her head against my shoulder.

“Do you think you can stand?” I asked after catching my breath for a minute.

Tyler pulled me up and off him, so I was standing on the ground near him. He got up off the bench, led me to the end of the dugout, and had me place both my hands on the wall that usually held the helmets.

“I don’t think I will ever look at the wall of helmets the same again,” he said with a chuckle.

Instinctively, I pushed my ass out, and Tyler let out a low groan. He positioned himself behind me and wrapped his arms around my gigantic breasts. He thrust into me, and I tried to moan as quietly as I could. He squeezed my boobs in the same rhythm as he was pumping into me. I began pushing myself off the wall so I could meet him thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, baby, you are so perfect!” he praised.

“This feels so good!” I called out. “But I need you deeper.”

He let go of my boobs with one hand but still continued to thrust into me. The rhythm was off, and I could tell he was distracted, so I looked over my shoulder. He was grabbing a crate filled with baseballs from the bench near us. Soon, baseballs were rolling out all around us. He pulled out of me and kicked some of the balls away from around our feet.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’ll see,” he said with a smirk.

Tyler placed the crate on the ground next to me and asked me to step up onto it. I stepped up without a second thought and placed my hands back on the wall. He thrust back into me, and I tipped my head back and moaned. With the extra height, he was able to thrust deeper more easily, and it felt so good. I could feel every ridge and groove of his cock inside me. This time, he held on to my hips and said it was to make sure I didn’t fall off the crate. I loved that he was so protective of me, even in the middle of fucking me.

The crate began to squeak in time with our movements, and it seemed to spur him to go harder and faster.

“Oh, oh, oh! I’m close!” I cried.

I could tell he was close, too, because his dick was twitching inside me. He pumped harder and harder into me until we heard a loud crack.

“Oh! Fuck!” Tyler cried as he released inside me. “Lean forward, baby. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I began to come as I was lifted off the ground. The crate was no longer under my feet. He held me as we rode out our releases together. He pulled out of me and gently placed me on the ground next to the broken crate that lay in pieces on the floor of the dugout.

“Oh my god! My fat ass broke it!” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You are not fat! You are pregnant with my babies! Plus, I don’t think it was made for that kind of workout,” my husband said, laughing as well. “God damn, that was fucking amazing. Thank you for letting me live out a fantasy of mine!” He pulled me into him for a passionate kiss. Without breaking our kiss, he lifted me to stand on the bench. I loved that we were about the same height now. I easily wrapped my arms around his neck and giggled into his mouth.

“This really makes kissing easier!”

“I know! And my back doesn’t hurt from having to bend down so far!”

“Shut up!” I cried with a smile on my face. “You’re lucky I love you!” I brought my mouth back to his for another kiss. He was able to easily reach around and grasp my ass cheeks as we kissed. My man really was an ass man. I felt him getting hard again already and hoped he would enter me like this. I wondered if my belly would get in the way of us doing it this way, standing up with my legs wrapped around his waist. I knew he would be strong enough to hold me.

“Hey! Who is out here? This is private property! The cops have been called!” A male voice shouted from somewhere in the spectator seats.

“Oh my god!” I whispered as Ty helped me off the bench. “This is why I left my shirt on!” He basically threw my shorts at me as he pulled his own pants up.

“Come on, I know my way around, and we won’t get caught.”

“Crap! Where is my underwear?” I asked as he pulled his shirt back over his head and slipped on his shoes. I was glad I was wearing flip flops and easily put them on. But if we had to run fast, it would make it more challenging. He grabbed my hand and started leading me down the dugout steps into the hallway that led to the locker room.

“In my pocket,” Ty said with a wink. “I need a reminder of this amazing night.”

“Ok, I can’t decide if that’s weird and gross or sweet and gross,” I said as we rushed down the hallway and past the locker room doors. I was trying my best to keep up with him. It was hard with my shorter legs and the bad choice of footwear.

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