Let's Play Ball (12 page)

Kari wiggled her ass as she bore all
the way down on me. She had to get in a good position before she
went to town. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. That
specific smile was a cum magnet.

Slowly she started moving up and down
on my cock. I watched awestruck as she Pogoed me, up and down on my
Pogo stick. I salivated as her wet juice covered my magic stick and
then disappeared when she pushed her pussy all the way down on my
cock.

“
Shit.” I whispered aloud
only because I couldn’t hold on to the word any longer. She was
only teasing me. I knew this routine. Kari was really horny. She
was hot. She was on fire. She spread her legs out further and bent
forward exposing all her ass to me. That’s when I felt it. The
first bounce, then second, third. Faster, quicker, faster. Too fast
to count. Too fast to resist. Her ass was moving with speed and
determination. I looked at her fine beautiful ass. Kari’s butt
bounced, jiggled and gyrated on my cock. I felt like I was in a rap
video that was being filmed at a strip club. This was too much for
one man. I threw my head back into the pillow. Relax don’t cum. I
tried to talk to myself to stop from blowing my wad. I tried to
think of something other than her highly explosive pussy trying to
detonate my cock.

“
Ughhh! Ugh! Ugh!” Kari
wailed as she jack hammered my cock into submission. This is the
position where she did all the work. If I assisted in any way it
would be over for me. I learned to lay still, close my eyes and
hope to last more than two minutes. Closing my eyes was always hard
because I wanted to see her big tanned ass bob up and down on my
glow worm.

“
Shit!” I squinted a little
cum from my cock but was able to hold the rest at bay.

“
Ohhhh!!!” Kari went into
another faster gyrating frenzy. She was close to climax. I just
needed to hold on just awhile longer. No other woman could ever
compete with her. She was the ultimate rump shaker. Her milkshake
could give you a heart attack.

“
Fuck!” I was about to blow.
Hold on evil twin. “Oh shit!!!”

“
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ughhhhhh!!!” She moaned with a high pinched accent. We came hard
together maybe I came a few seconds before Kari. I grabbed her ass
and held her down by her hips as I squirted all my baby batter in
her tiny mixing bowl.

I exhaled as Kari lifted her ass off
me. She collapsed forward and fell at my feet. Damn, practice makes
perfect. I lasted longer this time. Damn my Kari was on
fire.

I spaced out while I stopped myself
from crying like a little girl. I was hot and sweaty and exhausted
although all I did was lay on my back.

“
Mason, did you hear
something?” Kari’s voice woke me from my stupor.

“
No babe, I can only hear my
heartbeat.”

“
I thought I heard
something.”

DING DONG! DING DONG! KNOCK! KNOCK!
KNOCK! Someone was at the front door. Who the hell rings the
doorbell and knocks on the door? Every single time I’ve been over
here Kari has never had a visitor. She has a strict policy of you
better call before you come to visit. That doesn’t apply to me of
course but everybody else.

“
Do you want me to check?” I
asked even though I was going to do it anyway.

Kari was already out the bed and headed
for the window. “There’s a man out there. I can see him from up
here. He has on a hat.”

DING DONG! DING DONG! KNOCK! KNOCK!
KNOCK!

“
I’m going to look out the
peephole downstairs.” Kari grabbed her Madonna t-shirt off the bed
post and slipped it over her head. She had a lot of concert
t-shirts. She pulled the shirt down as she exited the room. I sat
up and grabbed my shorts off the floor. I slipped into them and
ventured downstairs a few steps behind her.

Kari looked into the front door
peephole. She turned to me with a mask of fear over her face. I
frowned and formed at least three wrinkle lines on my forehead.
What had her spooked? She was frozen in her place and watching me
closely.

My first thought was it’s an
ex-boyfriend showing up out of the blue for a booty call. Kari
would never cheat on me. I knew that so I went to the door and
looked out the peephole.

I was floored. My brother was standing
on the other side of the door. Fuck! What the fuck?

“
Mason! I know you’re in
there. Open the door!” Mike’s voice bellowed out and penetrated the
door. “Mason! I followed you here?”

I glanced over at Kari. She was in
shock. I took a few steps toward the couch.

“
I can bang on the door and
alert the neighbors if you like. Open the door!”

“
Kari go get dressed. I’ll
take care of this.”

Kari hurried up the stairs faster than
I expected. I went to the front door and decided to let my brother
in.

Mike walked in and I closed the door
behind him. I was shirtless and shoeless and standing in Kari’s
living room. I was caught red-handed in the home of my mistress. My
life had turned into a reality TV show.

His first words, “Where is
she?”

“
She?”

“
Kari Fenderson, don’t do
this. I know. I saw you pull your car into her garage, into the
open space next to her car. I saw the confirmation email for the
airline tickets to Vegas.”

“
You were snooping through
my stuff.”

“
Our stuff, at the
job.”

“
You mean the business that
I own. That I built myself.”

Mike ignored the clarification. He was
my brother but he was also my employee.

“
Where is she?” He asked
again.

“
She’s upstairs.” I finally
answered his question.

“
Kari! Kari!” He called out
to her. What was he trying to prove?

“
Chill out Mike. She’s
getting dressed.” I know I should be in a panic but I felt like I
had just smoked some pot. I was Mello Yello or maybe I hadn’t yet
grasped the severity of this situation.

“
You want me to chill.
That’s rich coming from you. Seems you’re the one that needs to
chill. What the fuck is going on with you? You have completely
abandoned your family for some home-wrecking whore.”

“
Mike, dude, don’t do that.
Don’t call her names. Don’t blame her. It was all me.”

“
I blame the both of you.
You have a family. She knows that. What the fuck are you
doing?”

“
I see you’re upset but this
is not the time or place.”

“
How long has this been
going on?”

“
Does it matter?”

“
Your wife is crying her
eyes out to my wife. I lied to her face when she asked me if you
were having an affair.”

“
I’m not having an affair. I
mean I don’t think of it that way.”

“
Are you kidding me? Dude
you took your whore to fucking Vegas.”

“
Wait a goddamn minute. Mike
that was two whores after I warned you. I swear you got one more
and I will beat your fucking face in.”

“
For her?”

“
Yes for her.” I declared
this with as much malice as I could. “If you want to talk we can go
somewhere and talk. You can’t be here.”

“
Why your little black whore
kicking me out?”

He said it yet again after I warned
him. Without hesitation I balled my fist, cocked it back and
connected fast and hard with his jaw. I knocked his stupid ass down
with a single blow.

“
Kari is not kicking you
out. I pay the mortgage here in this house and I’m kicking you
out.” I roared. I was angry as shit but still
controlled.

Mike, the assclown of the century,
looked up at me from the hardwood floor. He was holding his jaw in
his hand. Why did he look so shocked? I had warned him and I was a
man of my word. Mike should know that much about me.

I felt another pair of eyes on me. I
looked up and Kari was sitting on the stairs looking through the
railing. She might have been there all along. She had my sneakers
and my t-shirt in her hands.

“
Mason.” She whispered as
Mike picked himself up off the floor. “Go and talk to him.” Kari
stood and walked the rest of the steps. She hurried toward me with
my shirt, shoes, wallet and car keys. She left us there and headed
to the kitchen. I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped into my
untied sneakers.

Kari returned from the kitchen with a
chilled silicone ice pack. Mike watched her quietly just as I. She
handed the icepack over to me. “Go.”

Mike turned to leave and opened the
front door. I headed to the door to follow him. I regrettably
turned to Kari. “I will be back.”

“
Okay, don’t hit
anybody.”

“
Okay.” I give her a quick
peck on the lips and left out the front door behind my
brother.

Mike was standing at the end of the
walkway waiting for me. I handed the icepack over to him. He placed
it on his jaw.

“
Follow me. I’ll drive. My
car’s in the garage.” I walked around the side out the house to the
garage. Mike walked behind me but didn’t take his opportunity to
hit, punch or kick me from behind. He looked hurt, not physically
but emotionally. I think I hurt his feelings. I punched the code in
the box mounted on the garage and waited for the garage to open. I
ducked under midrise and Mike followed me in.

I wasn’t sure where I was going? What I
was going to say or what I was going to do. This is not a scenario
I even suspected. Can I be honest with Mike? Can he understand what
is going on here? I had no intentions of divorcing Tess, of leaving
my kids but I had no intentions of leaving Kari. Is it
unrealistically arrogant of me to think I can have it
all?

Author’s Note

I hope you enjoyed Let’s Play Ball. If
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review. Thank you for your purchase.

Book two entitled Line of Scrimmage in
the Ball To The Walls Erotica Series and book three Full Court
Press is available to purchase.

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About the author:

Lolah Lace is a writer of Erotic
Romantic Fiction. Although she has been writing for years, Let's
Play Ball is her first erotic romance book. She decided to make it
into a series of six books called Balls To The Walls Erotica
Series. The second book in the series is entitled Line Of
Scrimmage, the third is Full Court Press. Lolah Lace is currently
writing the fourth book in the series Bases Loaded due out in
November 2013. You can connect with Lolah on Facebook, Goodreads
and at Erotic City her blog @ lolahlace.blogspot.com.

Other works by this
Author:

LINE OF SCRIMMAGE

FULL COURT PRESS

BALLS TO THE WALLS Erotica Series BOOKS
1-3