Pitch Please Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (There’s No Crying in Baseball #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: There's No Crying in Baseball Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
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I slapped her ass.

“You’re not supposed to notice anybody’s dick but mine,” I informed her.

She snorted. “Yes, Master.”

My eyes flared.

“You can call me that later in bed, okay?”

She sighed. “You’re so predictable.”

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“Are you going to call me master?” I asked, gathering Sway’s hair in my fist as I urged her faster.

She threw her head back, but not before she said what she had to say.

“Why would I call you master when I’m the one doing all the work?” she asked. “Maybe you should be calling me master.”

She giggled at the look on my face, and I lifted my hips, meeting her thrust as she came down on top of my dick, causing her to gasp.

“Jesus Christ,” she whispered frantically. “I’m coming.”

I waited until I knew she was finished to unload my release inside of her, and she nearly came a second time if the rippling in her pussy was anything to go by.

She panted as she leaned forward, resting her head just below my chin.

Her hand lifted to stroke my beard, and I sighed as our hearts slowed.

“Are you going to get rid of this now that you are done playing?” she asked, stroking me.

I loved my beard.

Loved how it made Sway’s skin redden when I was touching her with it. Loved how she stared at me, stroking it like she was doing now. Most of all, though, I loved that she loved it.

If she hated it, then I’d get rid of it.

But Sway wouldn’t ever ask, and to be honest, I was sure she liked it more than I did.

But before I could answer her question, a clapping filled the air.

“Crikey, mate,” someone said, interrupting my post-orgasm bliss. “I need a cigarette after that. Good on you, bloke!”

Sway stiffened and she immediately stood, my dick falling to my bare thigh as she rushed into the room.

I followed her, coming to a stop in the bathroom doorway as she paced back and forth while waiting for the shower to warm.

“What’s wrong?” I teased.

She tossed me a glare.

“I’m fat, and some guy just watched my fat jiggle while I rode you,” she said point blank.

My brows rose.

“You might have a few extra pounds now, but I love every new thing about you. Every extra inch. Every extra stretch mark. Every extra dimple. Every extra pound.” I started to run my lips down the length of her neck. “I just love you. Who the fuck cares about what anyone else thinks?”

She sighed, but her head was lifted, and her eyes were shining.

“You know,” she said, walking towards me. “You’re a really great man.”

I grinned.

“I know.”

“And you’re so humble.”

I winked.

“Hard working.”

She lifted her hand to my beard once again.

“A good daddy.”

My heart swelled.

“But most of all, you’re the best husband a woman could ask for.”

Her mouth came to my cheek, my beard hair rubbing coarsely against her baby soft skin.

Then, she ruined it all by opening her mouth. Closing her lips around my beard hair, and then pulling.

“Why do you insist on Billy Goating me?”

She burst out laughing.

“’Cause I like the reaction I get out of you when I do it.”

I pulled her to me when she turned to step into the shower, wrapping both of my thick arms around her chest and middle.

“You forgot to say you love me,” I informed her.

She looked at me over her shoulder.

“Maybe. But I’ll show you if you join me in the shower.”

“Promise?” I asked.

She smiled. “Promise.”

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