Dirty Baller: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Read Online Free

about it any longer. My pleasure is building and building and –
    “Aaaaah!” I scream out, my back arching, my toes curling. Ryan puts his hands under my ass and lifts me up as I wrap my legs around the back of his head. It’s too much. I feel like I’m going to pass out. I finish, panting, but Ryan is ready to go again already.
    He might actually kill me with pleasure.
    I wonder vaguely if anyone’s ever died from sex before. I just might be the first.

CHAPTER FOUR
    RYAN
    If I don’t get inside this delicious piece of American ass soon, I’m going to blow my load all over the duvet.
    I have no idea what it is about Hayley, but my balls are as blue as they’ve ever been. I pride myself on being able to last for a long, long time. But she might be the first exception to that rule.
    I pull my mouth away from her sweet nectar and reach into the nightstand for a condom. I nearly drop it I’m in such a hurry. As I lean over Hayley, she runs her hands over my abs.
    Women always love my abs. The fact they’re covered in tattoos is just the icing on a very, very muscular cake.
    Or so I’ve been told. I’d hate to brag.
    Just kidding.
    I fucking love to brag.
    I unwrap the condom and slip it onto my cock.
    Then I slip inside of Hayley. I go slowly at first, but she starts bucking against me to get me inside of her faster.
    Who am I to argue with that?
    Soon, we’re fucking like animals. Hayley’s nails are digging into my back and from the sharp pain, I’m pretty sure she’s drawing some blood. She yells and screams in pleasure and my theory about shy girls is confirmed for the hundredth time.
    She’s wild. She’s completely unhinged.
    I ride her until she’s begging me to stop and lick her again. That’s the part where I release my load and then I follow her instructions.
    Back to her delicious pussy it is for round two.
    I don’t even know what time we fall asleep, but I know I basically passed out after the third time we needed to use a condom. Between the alcohol, rabid fucking and the stress of the last few weeks, I’m exhausted.
    I wake up when sunlight falls through a gap in the curtains. I realize I fell asleep with my arm around Hayley and I can’t get it extracted fast enough.
    She’s so exhausted from the jet lag she just rolls over and goes back to sleep. I hop in the shower as fast as I can. I don’t want us to wake up together.
    Besides that, today’s the first day of practice and I need to be at the football pitch early.
    As much as I pretended to agree with Devon last night; this – peace and calm - is what I need for my career. I knew that I was careening out of control, and joining Hounslow is exactly what I need.
    I slip into the bedroom and grab a clean uniform and tracksuit bottoms from my unzipped duffel bag, shove a clean pair of cleats into my practice bag, and head out of the room.
    I sigh with relief as the door shuts behind me.
    I successfully avoid the dreaded morning after chat. Usually I kick women out of my place in the middle of the night. This one got lucky. She got to spend the entire night next to me.
    It’s an uncharacteristically sunny day in London and the streets are filled with shoppers and business people. London has changed so much in recent years; especially in the city center where I’m staying, people are dressed in suits that cost as much as a house in the country did when I was a kid. It’s such a stark contrast between the haves and the have nots.
    I pass a woman not much older than me in slightly tattered clothes.
    “Big Issue!” she yells.
    I reach into my tracksuit bottoms and pull out a fiver to hand to her. She thanks me and I take the paper, shoving it into my bag. Of course I won’t read it. But she reminds me of my own mother, selling papers on the corner so she could buy me milk for my breakfast cereal.
    I jog down into the Tube station, slipping my Oyster card into the ticket machine. It whirs and spits it out. I grab it and jog down the