Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance by Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team

fully erect, we made our way back to the bed. He laid on his back. I straddled him, reaching down to hold his cock as I lowered myself. It pierced me, penetrating and filling me fully. His hands massaged my breasts as I moved up and down, rocking forward and backward a little to mix it up.
    We soon found the perfect rhythm. I was so ready to be a mother. And Todd was the perfect man to give me his seed. The idea of him impregnating me turned me on, getting me so wet. I slid up and down his smooth shaft like it was a ride at an adult amusement park. My hands were pressed against his muscled chest for balance.
    My orgasm crept up on me quickly, pleasure washing over my body. As I clenched his thick cock tightly, he continued to thrust into me. And then he came. His dick throbbed as his hot, creamy load was let loose inside me. I almost came a second time as he pushed in and out of me a few more times. When his body finally stopped shaking, I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest.
    I didn’t want him to ever pull out of me, but it was a necessity. After a shower together, we spend the next three weeks together. We never left the mansion. It was spectacular. When I learned about my first child, he proposed to me. The wedding ceremony was small, but it was the happiest day of my life. By the time we were done, we had five children together.
    Ironically, as we both aged, he gave me more massages than I gave him. Our love was surreal and so real at the same time. All I wanted out of life he provided to me. Mom and Dad eventually came around. When they learned about their first grandchild, they broke down and reached out to us. On our terms. Life was bliss – the taste of his kiss morning, noon, or night.
     
     
     
     
     

Bad Boy So Hot

 
     
     
    Heidi
     
     
    The situation couldn’t get much worse. Mack, who claimed he was my boyfriend, paced back and forth in front of the couch. I watched his face, looking for any signs he was about to break down. He stopped and glared down at me. Anger flashed across his face, quickly replaced by a smile. His moods could swing from good to bad and back again in a flash. All the drugs he took didn’t help.
    “All I asked was where you were last night and why some chick called the house today.”
    “You’re accusing me? Are you really fucking accusing me of cheating on you right now? What about everything I’ve gotten for you.”
    He waved his right arm at all the crap he’d bought over the last two months. When I first met Mack, I was in a very bad place. Unlike my stepbrother Cory, I didn’t go to college. While he was about to graduate, my life kept getting worse. The parties were fun as hell at first, but after a while anything fun gets old. And the fights with Mack weren’t worth the brief moments of happiness we shared.
    “I never asked for any of this stuff.”
    “But I bought it, you ungrateful bitch.”
    I stood up. “What did you just call me?”
    When he pulled his arm back to hit me, I flinched.
    “Fuck!” he screamed.
    A moment later, he left the house we were renting, slamming the door behind him with a tremendous amount of force. I fell back onto the couch. The tears wanted to come. They were ready to flow, but I fought them back. My choices in life had led me to where I found myself. It was up to me to make a change for the better.
    Mack wasn’t the man for me. My stepbrother Cory was a perfect match, but we’d never gotten too close because we were both told it was wrong to have feelings for each other. I never understood why. We weren’t blood related. I sat back on the couch, the cushion swallowing me. My thoughts turned back to when I first met my dearest stepbrother.
    When our parents first hooked up, Cory and I hated each other. Gradually, we both had to admit the other was pretty cool. To me, he was the perfect guy. His body was hard, lean and muscular, but he had a soft side deep down. He was a great listener too. If it wasn’t for