FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) by Vanessa La Porte Page A
Authors: Vanessa La Porte
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above me. I licked my lips in anticipation as he gently pushed my thighs apart and aligned his cock with my dripping entrance.
I moaned as he slid home, feeling my body accept him, welcome him, it felt like he belonged there, inside me. I put my arms around him, breathing in his scent. His lips touched mine and I could taste our combined cocktail of juices on his lips. It made me tremble in sharp, hard arousal. A need to have him moving inside me, I moved my hips a little, letting him know I wanted him to move.
“Now Carly, let me just tell you something,” he said as he slowly, torturously began to thrust his hips with each sentence. “I’m not just some flavor of the month for you to use and leave on the bedroom floor like last night’s tissue…” he ground out, his face contorting as he found a sweet spot as he thrust. “I want you, and only you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
“Forever.”
THE END
The Neighbors
Writers block, the bane of her existence,
Riley thought as she sat on the toilet staring down at the floor.
Was that a spaceship, or an alligator eyeing out its prey above the water surface,
she wondered blankly as she tilted her head looking down at the patterns on the floor tiles before her. Her deadline was a week away and she had practically run out of ideas for her next column, and Grace, her editor at Action Ink Magazine was hearing none of it. All she cared for was filling her magazine with enticing saucy content and half naked pictures of inked models. At first when she started at the magazine, she was thrilled to have her content out there, every article she wrote had a life and identity of its own, but two years down the line it was nothing but a monotonous accretion of useless information – He saw her. He liked her. He fucked her – there was nothing else to it, and no matter what angle she tried, whether it was a saucy secret affair with the post man, or a one night stand with wicked pleasures, it was all the same.
“Riles, you in here?” Carmen called.
Now there was Carmen, her best friend, the gifted photographer who had everything going for her, she was a perfect size four, had the perfect life and not to mention the perfect boyfriend. And then there was her, shy bashful Riley, 5'2 height, with disheveled hair that was in desperate need of a makeover, and tawny brown eyes that had a pleading expression that showed the desire for something wanted very much. She was nothing but average.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Riley said as she flushed the toilet.
“Grace is looking for you, she wants to get an update on your column.” she said as she dabbed her lips with some gloss.
“Oh for the love of Pete, I have nothing, nada, it’s like my brain has gone numb and refuses to do a single thing.” she said, frustrated.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad, it will come to you, it always does.” Carmen said smiling, “but I do think you need some inspiration.”
Riley squirted some soap into her hands and vigorously washed them, “You think?”
“I mean Riles; face it, when was the last time you went on a date? You’re like the best columnist out there and you know absolutely everything about sex, seriously, I’ve even used your tips in my own relationship,” she said and sighed, “You just need to live a little.”
Riley looked up at the reflection staring back at her. Maybe Carmen had a point, but if she had to be honest with herself, she was not all that. Whenever she walked down the street no-one ever gave her a second glance, she sure as hell never turned heads when she entered a room full of hot blooded males, or females for that matter.
“I think I’m just mentally exhausted.” she admitted and dried her hands. “Maybe I need to take a few days leave and see if I can come up with something.”
“What a fabulous idea!” Carmen exclaimed, “There’s nothing like a holiday to get your creative juices flowing, right?”
“Yeah
I moaned as he slid home, feeling my body accept him, welcome him, it felt like he belonged there, inside me. I put my arms around him, breathing in his scent. His lips touched mine and I could taste our combined cocktail of juices on his lips. It made me tremble in sharp, hard arousal. A need to have him moving inside me, I moved my hips a little, letting him know I wanted him to move.
“Now Carly, let me just tell you something,” he said as he slowly, torturously began to thrust his hips with each sentence. “I’m not just some flavor of the month for you to use and leave on the bedroom floor like last night’s tissue…” he ground out, his face contorting as he found a sweet spot as he thrust. “I want you, and only you.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
“Forever.”
THE END
The Neighbors
Writers block, the bane of her existence,
Riley thought as she sat on the toilet staring down at the floor.
Was that a spaceship, or an alligator eyeing out its prey above the water surface,
she wondered blankly as she tilted her head looking down at the patterns on the floor tiles before her. Her deadline was a week away and she had practically run out of ideas for her next column, and Grace, her editor at Action Ink Magazine was hearing none of it. All she cared for was filling her magazine with enticing saucy content and half naked pictures of inked models. At first when she started at the magazine, she was thrilled to have her content out there, every article she wrote had a life and identity of its own, but two years down the line it was nothing but a monotonous accretion of useless information – He saw her. He liked her. He fucked her – there was nothing else to it, and no matter what angle she tried, whether it was a saucy secret affair with the post man, or a one night stand with wicked pleasures, it was all the same.
“Riles, you in here?” Carmen called.
Now there was Carmen, her best friend, the gifted photographer who had everything going for her, she was a perfect size four, had the perfect life and not to mention the perfect boyfriend. And then there was her, shy bashful Riley, 5'2 height, with disheveled hair that was in desperate need of a makeover, and tawny brown eyes that had a pleading expression that showed the desire for something wanted very much. She was nothing but average.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Riley said as she flushed the toilet.
“Grace is looking for you, she wants to get an update on your column.” she said as she dabbed her lips with some gloss.
“Oh for the love of Pete, I have nothing, nada, it’s like my brain has gone numb and refuses to do a single thing.” she said, frustrated.
“Come on, it can’t be that bad, it will come to you, it always does.” Carmen said smiling, “but I do think you need some inspiration.”
Riley squirted some soap into her hands and vigorously washed them, “You think?”
“I mean Riles; face it, when was the last time you went on a date? You’re like the best columnist out there and you know absolutely everything about sex, seriously, I’ve even used your tips in my own relationship,” she said and sighed, “You just need to live a little.”
Riley looked up at the reflection staring back at her. Maybe Carmen had a point, but if she had to be honest with herself, she was not all that. Whenever she walked down the street no-one ever gave her a second glance, she sure as hell never turned heads when she entered a room full of hot blooded males, or females for that matter.
“I think I’m just mentally exhausted.” she admitted and dried her hands. “Maybe I need to take a few days leave and see if I can come up with something.”
“What a fabulous idea!” Carmen exclaimed, “There’s nothing like a holiday to get your creative juices flowing, right?”
“Yeah
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