The Player: Dark Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance

Chapter 22

Iexpect Julie to slap me at any moment, but she doesn’t. I turn her around and she watches me, mouth open, legs still spread, and a moan on her lips. Her soft hand reaches out to my throbbing cock, and she strokes me, never stopping as we stare at one another. Fuck it.

Walking her over to the bench seat, I help her lie down. “Not one word,” I demand. My body is rigid with the need to fuck her tight.

Pushing my pants down, I lie down in between her thighs.

Her mouth opens, and I know she’s about to talk. I told her not to. Always so damn defiant. Kissing her, I pull her legs up and hold them in my hands as I thrust deep into her.

“Fuck me, Sugar Plum, so fucking tight.” She has the tightest little cunt I’ve ever felt. As it should be. I’m the only lucky mother fucker that’s been in her. I have to put my hand against her mouth again because I can’t have others hear her cries of ecstasy. Those are for me and me alone.

“Be quiet, Ju-Ju. No one else is allowed to hear you moan for me. It will make me crazy if they do.” Julie trembles, her pussy clamping down on my cock as I take her. This isn’t the way I imagined taking her for the first time after so many years. I wanted it to be romantic and loving. This is animalistic, bodies slapping, nonstop fucking. Rutting inside of her until I feel her cervix, claiming her as my own. She will understand who owns this body once I’m through.

Both hands are on her hips now as I fuck her like a dog in heat. Later, I will take her softly. Show her how I want to worship her beautifully sinful body.

The urge to bend her over so I can slap her supple flesh is driving me nuts. I want to see my handprint against her pale skin, but I can’t do that. Not now. There’s time for more later. Right now, the need to stake a claim and breed her is too important.

Breed? Shit, when did I become that guy? Right, I’ve already done that. Lennox is my kid. There’s no denying it. When we have a moment, we are going to discuss it. But right now, I’m like one of those guys in a romance novel who has to breed his woman or he will go nuts. I don’t give a damn about anything but Julie and her hot little cunt.

Her pussy clenches, and I can’t move as she whines her release for me. “You like the idea of me breeding this little pussy? Make me a daddy again? That’s what you want, isn’t it, Sugar Plum?”

The dirtier I talk, the more her pussy clenches around me. A second orgasm, or maybe the first one intensified, I’m not sure, runs through her. “Please,” she begs.

“Please, what?” I grunt as I thrust into her over and over. It’s as if someone has possessed me with the need to hammer into her. She’s mine. This is what I should have done years ago. I should have run to her, fucked her against that old clunker of a Bronco she had, and put my baby in her then.

“Please, don’t stop.” That’s all I needed to hear. I pick up the pace. It’s a brutally fast staccato into her sexy heat. She takes it and pushes back against me.

“I’ll never stop now, Sugar Plum. You are mine,” I growl out, letting her know exactly how I feel. “Play with your clit and give me another orgasm. I want to feel these tight walls clench down on me as I fill you with my cum.”

Julie reaches her hand down between her legs, and her nails scrape against my cock as she fingers herself. Damn, I’ve never been one for nails against my cock, but hell, I’ll take it. Each time she circles her finger on herself, she thrusts back against me, moaning my name as if I’m her god. “That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock. Milk me, Ju-Ju.”

With a throaty groan, I shoot my first rope into her, and that sets her off. “Oh. Oh. Oh,” she whimpers, and I thrust harder into her. She moans so loudly I have to put my hand back over her mouth to keep her quiet. I’ll have to gag her next time. No need for Lennox to know the filthy shit I’m going to do to his mom.

I pound into her as I think about having her tied to my bed, a big ball gag in her mouth, nipple clamps on, and me teasing her with a vibrator, forcing her to come for me. Goddamn, I can’t stop. My cum continues to coat her womb, and it’s not enough. I need to know she’s latched onto me somehow.

Julie slumps against the bench as I let my cock soften all the way out of her. I don’t want to be without her heat, but I know we have to get back. Fixing her panties and scrubs, I lie against her, not letting her run from me. “That was amazing, Sugar Plum.”

She doesn’t speak for a moment. I enjoy watching her, seeing her come down from her high. Her eyes are closed and her breathing regulates back to normal. She turns her head and gives me a side-eye. “I… Yes… Yes, it was.” She’s speechless, and it’s adorable.

Moving away from her, I let her up. “We have to get back to your therapy.” A blush creeps upon her face, and I want to kiss each cheek. I refrain because if I touch her again, I’ll have her on the floor, fucking my baby into her.

“Yes, we do,” I agree and straighten my sweatpants over my leaking cock.

As Julie rights herself, she stares at me for a long time. I see the moment she pieces it all together. “Aaron James…”

“What’s Lennox’s middle name?” I cross my arms over my chest and look at the woman I’ve loved for so long looking ashen.

“Lennox James,” she says as she grabs a lock and key set from the table near us.

“Each person gets their own locker. You are locker number thirty-two. Put your belongings in the locker, place the lock on, and when you are ready, come on out.” Julie rummages around the room and finds a pair of shorts for me to wear.

Grabbing her by the arm, I stop her from leaving. “We aren’t through, Julie.” Her pupils get large as she looks at me.

“You lied to me,” she whispers. “Left me pregnant and to raise a child on my own.”

Regret seeps through me, and I huff out a laugh. “I had to have you. So I took you. You have to know by now, even after all this time, this thing between us isn’t going away.”

“We can…” I run a hand through her messy hair. “We can discuss this at home. For now, you need to get dressed so we can do therapy.”

She leaves me to my thoughts, and all I can think about is that I finally feel free.

I don’t take long. There’s this gut feeling that she will run if I do. In record time, I’m limping back toward the tables and see her talking to my sister and brother. Maybe I’m a selfish prick for wanting her to work with me and not Bryson, but I don’t give a damn.

Another therapist comes up, and it’s a guy. He puts his hand on Julie’s shoulder, and I clear my throat. This causes Julie to look away and at me.

“Are you ready?” Julie walks over to me and smiles. “We’ll need to massage both legs and get you ready for water therapy. Once we finish water therapy, we will do stretches.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I grunt as I get on the massage table. The jerkface that had his hand on my woman comes over.

“Do you want me to run him through the paces?” he asks, all too happy to be around Julie.

“Thanks, Eric, but no. I’ve got Aaron. Ms. Cindy should be in to get her massage in about ten minutes.”

Even as Julie dismisses the prick, he gawks at her ass when she turns around. Luckily, he moves on, so I don’t have to get up and beat his ass.

“Lie facing upward for now. We will get the backside of the leg next.”

“Honestly, bro, it’s the best part of therapy.” Bryson laughs as Kaylee takes him over to a machine that helps stretch out the arm muscles.