Page 172 of Drop Three

“Goddamn,” I grunt forcefully.

The need to fuck her raw is primal. I’ve never needed anything more than I need Navy right now.

Emotionally, physically, spiritually, all the ways I can get her, I want.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper in her ear, meeting her hips thrust for thrust.

“God, you’re deep. Feels so good.” Navy’s moans echo around the small space we’re taking over, joined by the smacking of my cock slamming into her.

I shift my hips to get a better angle, hitting her in the most sensitive spot I know will have her coming in seconds. “Ahhhh,” she cries out. “Right there. Right there. You fuck me so good, catcher. Yessss.”

She sounds erotic, calling me catcher and taking me so well.

I can’t find one flaw in her.

Thrusting in and out, I don’t let up. My right hand reaches to grab ahold of the back of her neck while the other reaches around for her tit. This is everything.

“Best sex…I’ve ever had,” Navy cries out, and I feel her pussy clamp around me. “I’m gonna come. Gonna come…”

She lets go, moaning into another realm of pleasure neither of us thought was possible. Her body tenses as a strangled moan leaves her lips at an ungodly decibel.

Monumental perfection.

“Uhhh, oh god. Yes, B. Yessss. Mhm.”

I power through thrusts, chasing my own release and destroying her slick pussy in the meantime. I growl, “Fuck.”

I’m relentless in claiming her. “I love you, Navy. I. Fucking. Love. You.” My pants are uneven, and my voice is strong, but I made my message clear.

“I love you,” I say again as my release flows to the surface, and I spill inside of her. “Take it. Take every last drop of me.”

“I love you, Bodhi. I love you,” she pants in a soft whisper.

The only sound in the shed is our labored breathing and the meaning of what we shared.

I pull myself free, right my boardshorts, and get to work on securing Navy’s bikini. “Not even gonna clean me up?” Navy asks, laughing as she catches her breath.

“Not a chance. You get to remember this one all day,” I say, smacking her ass playfully.

Navy giggles. “I don’t think I could forget it if I tried. I’m pretty sure they’ll never forget it either.” She points to our friends just beyond the confines of the shed.

“Good,” I tell her and reach out to plant a kiss on her lips. “I love you. I know I said it already, but I do.”

She blinks up at me. “I’ve always loved you.”

My heart holds tight to something abnormal. There’s a twisting I can’t ignore. I kiss her again. “Let’s talk more tonight. I want to tell you everything. Just promise me one thing?”

Navy nods. “What’s that?”

“You’ll agree to be my girlfriend after.” I wink.

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BODHI

“You know,all you had to do was say something, brother. I would have backed off.”

Briggs startles me from behind, placing his hand on my shoulder. We’re fully suited up in our home game uniform—black jerseys, white pants, and Strikers neon yellow.

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