Page 177 of Drop Three

“Fuck. I love you.”

She grins the cheekiest grin. “I know you do. Too bad you can’t fuck me right now to prove it.”

I can’t resist her, she knows this. Navy just threw a strike to a Golden Glove catcher; she has no idea what I’m capable of.

“Take your shorts off,” I instruct her with assertiveness.

Her eyes go wide. “Right now?”

I chuckle. “You said you wanted to enjoyright now. Where’s that confidence at, baby?”

“Oh, it’s still here, but we’re in the clubhouse, B. Anyone could see.”

“I don’t see anyone, do you?” I ask her, looking around the empty lounge. “But if you’d rather not be fucked today, we can wait.”

Navy shoves playfully at my chest and slides off my lap. “No takebacks now, catcher.”

My eyes haze over with lust so deep at the sight of her tiny black shorts falling to the ground.

This view. This woman. This life. It’s mine forever.

No takebacks.

Navy’s sassiness is one of her best qualities and I’ll never tell her I think that. Her arms cross with the sassiest smirk on her face as she waits on my instruction.

“Give me your panties.”

She can roll her eyes all she wants, but my girl loves when I boss her around.

Navy slides her hot pink panties off in one swift motion and holds them out in front of her. I snatch them in one grab, bringing them to loop around my neck.

“There. Much better.” I sit back against the couch with a smug grin and appreciate the view.

“Cute.” She grins. “But this is bullshit. I’m practically naked and you’re fully clothed.”

I chuckle. “But look at you, baby. You look lethal in my jersey with your bare pussy on display. It’s an invitation just for me.”

“Bastard,” she bites out playfully.

“Come take out my cock,” I command.

The greedy little minx is frantic. Navy settles herself on her knees in front of me and makes quick work of unbuckling my belt and pulling my baseball pants down in one swift tug.

“God, I’ll never get over how big you are,” she pants. My cock is fisted in her hand before I have to ask. “You’re perfect,” she moans.

We’ve fucked nonstop since the party, and it’s been glorious. Navy is an energetic fiend, and I’m happy to be on the receiving end of her never-ending need.

I bring my hand to the side of her face and caress her cheek softly.

“Spit on it.”

Her head shoots up. “Yeah?”She’s starving.

We’re the perfect match.

“Yes.” I grin.

With my length at large, painfully, if I might add, Navy spits, coating me and taking me into her mouth.

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