When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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My hand pressed against the shower wall as my stomach tensed. My pants became heavier as the water blasted against my back.
I squeezed my legs together as the vibrating sensation picked up "Fuck" I could barely stand. The thoughts of him drifted through my mind.
Him bending me over spreading my legs and fucking me. The thought itself almost brings me to my release. I fall to my knees as my legs tremble a burning pool fills my lower abdomen.
His eyes haunt me, those golden orbs and inked arms. What they could do to me, what he could do to me "H-Hayes" I feel my body clench around the toy and I'm left breathless as I throb.
My hand is still glued to the wall as I stand again. I set it aside and continue to wash myself. I was like some horny teenager who's questioning if she's a sex addict.
Because I felt all dried up, but I didn't want to give in. But that's the problem with cravings, the more you try to avoid them, the harder they are to keep at bay.
I squeeze my thighs together again catching my breath. I look out the window to be greeted by the beautiful vineyard. I get married the day after tomorrow, but here I was pleasuring myself at the thought of him pleasuring me. I didn't even know him, I just thought of him.
A knock at the door makes me jump "Hello?"
"Hey we have to get to dinner soon" my heart drops, I swear to god I think I'll die if he heard me. I moaned his name to the sound of my impending orgasm.
"I'm almost finished" I close my eyes at my wording, wondering if he's wondering about what I'm wondering. Did I forget to mention I'm an overthinker?
My feet touch the cold tile and I wrap a towel around my bare body and begin doing my hair.
I would be meeting Hayes's father and brother along with other family members. For some reason it leaves me nervous, he had me study him on the plane. It was interesting while he quizzed me, but worse was the way I kept focusing on his lips.
I was some swept-up horny teenager focused on the lust of it all. I needed to get fucked, mostly because of stress. That was my type of stress reliever besides a good cup of cocoa. Now I did sound like a child.
I did my hair in curls and finished off my makeup. As I stepped out a Chanel dress was waiting for me on the bed "Oh my god."
I stared at it stunned left only in my lingerie and when I looked forward I saw him "H-how?"
He wasn't speaking, actually he was just staring. But it was in a way that made me self-conscious, so I turned back to the dress "God you're gorgeous"
"Thank you" he replies.
"I was talking about the dress dreamer" I picked up the short white midi dress slipped on my body and it fit like a glove "Zip me."
His cold hands touched the back of my neck as he zipped my dress up. I knew he was staring at me, I couldn't tell if I was feeling uncomfortable or hot and bothered "All set" he whispered into my ear.
