My First and Only Crush

by Chloe Maine

Tonight is a gift. The rarest of celebrations.

The absolute stillness of the moments that follow will stay with me forever. Everything that is not Sinclaire Rosehill being a soft, boneless puddle fades away into nothingness, and we’re just two bodies so close we could be one.

Jesus. I’ll shower ten times a day for her, then.

And then, with the shower head, I carefully rinse between her legs, crouching at her feet like the loving servant I want to be for the rest of our days.

I glance up. “She did a really big thing tonight. Needs some praise.”

“Mmm. Good little pussy. Took my cock like a superstar.”

I rise to my feet quickly, clumsily, and press her up against the tile wall. Bracing one arm above her head, I cup her cheek in my other hand and lean in. “There’s nobody else, you know that, right? There hasn’t been in years. You’re safe with me.”

My cock, the fucking traitor to my effort to do the right thing, rises between us, immediately thick at the recent, perfect memory.

“I’ll take care of you,” I promise, my heart pounding in my chest. “Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I know I shouldn’t have taken you bare, but…” I take her hips in my hands and stroke my thumbs up and down the sides of her belly. “You’re so ripe, baby. So perfectly ripe. I won’t deny that I like knowing you’re full of my seed right now.”

And the last fucking people I want to share any tiny slice of Sinclaire’s first night in my arms are the guys on the team.

“That’s the kind of news a man like me might latch on to,” Trick says slowly. “Get excited about, way too soon.”

“No. You’re coming home with me. And not just back to Florida. Then I want to take you to Wyoming.”

“I’m busy celebrating with you. And I have no intention of stopping.”

“No,” he says so firmly the rest of my thought dies on my lips. “What you want matters very, very much. Are you afraid of what they might say? Because I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Fuck. That.” He crowds me into the mattress, heavy on top of me, his face right in front of mine. His thick arms bracket me tight on either side, and as he inhales, his belly expands to press against my quivering tummy. “You are the cherry on top of this win. You are mine, and I am so fucking proud of that. I want to claim you in front of everyone, and nothing will change that.”

“Everyone? Even my dad?” “Every. One.” He kisses me, his lips firm and warm, his tongue sure and confident. A kiss that says, I’m your Daddy now, and I believe it.

“There will never be anything between us,” he rasps as he fits his cock against my entrance. “Gonna take you bare every day until you start to swell. And then I’ll take you bare again, twice as often, just to celebrate.”

“Beg me, Sinclaire. Beg Daddy to fill you up. Show me how much you want this.”

His hand covers my mouth, his fingers gentle. “Shhh, baby. When I said claim you, I meant hold your hand as we walk onto the plane.” But his cock swells inside me, stretching me to my limits. His eyes darken as he locks his gaze onto mine. “Do you want them to hear you begging me to breed you?”

We’ll find a way. I can be happy anywhere, as long as I get to wrap myself around her sunshine.

Now she’s my woman. Now I want to know about her secret fears. I want to smooth out any little problems for her that I can. Make life as easy as it can be for the girl who’s going to make me a Daddy in a public way.

I’ll give her anything she wants.

Not anymore, man. Your daughter just sucked the life out of me and now she’s rinsing my jizz out of her mouth.

I hook her by the ankle and haul her to the end of the bed. “Come to Papa, pet. Daddy’s hungry, too.”

I want her fresh on my tongue as I announce to the world that she’s my girl.

Dressing Sinclaire is a tender reward I didn’t expect from being her lover. She lets me put her panties on her, and do up her bra. She puts on the same jean skirt as last night, but instead of the cowboy boots, she’s wearing converse sneakers, and instead of the tank top she pulls on a pink sweatshirt.

This woman is everything to me. End of story.”

“I’m not your player anymore, man. I’m retiring to be her man. This is how it’s going to be from now on, so get used to it. You want to talk to your daughter, you will do so from a place of respect for her as a grown woman.”

“And then after that, I did something privately incredible. I realized I’m in love. I didn’t fall in love. That happened months ago. And I kept it a secret from all of you fuckers because I knew it would it would derail us. I made that sacrifice for you all, for us, so you can all do Sinclaire the honour of respecting her enough to party like the animals that I know you all are, because you are motherfucking World Champions.”