The Wide Receiver's Baby

The Wide

Receiver’s Baby

Jessica Evans

Foxy Tale

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2016 Foxy Tale

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The Wide Receiver’s Baby

By Jessica Evans & Foxy Tale

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Both author and editor have taken great effort in presenting a manuscript free of errors. However, editing errors are ultimately the responsibility of the author. This book is written in US English.

Author’s Note

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The Wide Receiver's Baby is a full length, standalone sports romance story with a HEA ending and no cliffhanger. It is light on sports and heavy on steamy romance and emotions. For a limited period there is a free sports secret baby book that is included with this book.

About The Wide Receiver’s Baby…

Alexa

Gorgeous, sexy football players aren't supposed to fall in love with shy girls like me. They want cheerleaders and Prom Queens. Except Logan - even with his dirty mouth and big attitude, he ended up falling for me.

Against all odds we came together. Even when his college scholarship carried him into another life filled with temptations, he stayed true.

But sometimes fate gives one hand and takes the other away. Sometimes you can never go back. No matter how hard you try.

Logan

I'm a king on the field, but I fall to my knees every time to worship my sweet Alexa.

I thought we'd be together forever, but life has a way of f*cking things up.

One terrible night changed our lives for good. They should have known better and just kept apart.

I wish we could go back in time, because now I can't face Alexa.

That night just flashes through my mind like a f**king hurricane.

I know I have to find a way.

Especially, because now Alexa’s carrying my baby…and I need to find a way out of the darkness, but the light has a tough time shining through.

Chapter One

Alexa

I stood like a frightened little lamb as he lay on the bed with one hand inside his boxers, and the other holding a bottle of champagne.

“Take it off, Alexa!”

This wasn’t the romantic setting that I’d had in mind. Sure, neither of us were virgins. After all, we had been going out for a few years now. Then, as the hormones took over and we reached eighteen, we decided that we were ready to take our relationship to the next level.

“Logan, let’s take it slow. It’s Prom night. I just thought…”

He sat up as if I had hurt his feelings, and his blue eyes that had been shining since we entered the room, suddenly became dull, greyed over by my resistance. “This isn’t our first time. Can’t we just have fun for once?”

He made me sound boring, like I was the one always resisting. It wasn’t that. It was Prom night. We’d hired the limo, worn our dresses, and then we were all going to end the night in a room each. Fucking. All our friends had booked a room. Sure, I had changed the setting in my head to be a little more romantic - no, a lot more romantic. I hadn’t expected Logan to strip off and grab a bottle and then start playing music and expect me to strip. I wasn’t a fucking hooker!

“Shit, if this is how you’re going to be tonight, let’s just go home.”

I had really put my foot in it this time.

I shook my head. I had the sexy lingerie that I’d got from Ann Summers last week hugging my body as if it was a cobra. The leather corset had felt sexy when I put it on, but with my cream silk over-the-shoulder dress, it felt so damn uncomfortable. Everything from my bust, which was on display like a prized toy, all the way down to my waist was so damn tight I could hardly breathe. So, why I’d worn it, and then (due to nerves) had too much to eat and drink.

We had talked about tonight. It was going to be hot, adventurous, something for us to remember. Yet, as he was putting on his pants, I kinda felt bad. No, I felt like a right bitch.

I held his hand and said, “Please can we start again?”

He shook his head, “Sorry, babes. I’m acting like such a jock.” He pressed his lips ever so gently to mine and I pushed him onto the bed, laughing as I said, “Let’s get this party started!” I could never get enough of stroking my fingers up and down his ripped abs. He was the personification of perfection. As he licked his lips, I thought about how those lips traced my nipples whenever we laid down on the bed. Then he would slide down my body and engage with the one part of me that always made me come.

My pussy.

Right now, as I slowly started to take off my dress, my eyes locked with his. I couldn’t dream of being anywhere else but with my man. Logan. The love of my life. The one to whom I had given my virginity, and pledged that I would love forever more. His eyes lit up as they had when we’d entered the room. We were two teenagers not just fooling around, but wanting to be together. This night wasn't the end of an era for us. No, it was just another part of our journey.

“Do you like?” I asked, and he nodded, unable to speak as I opened my legs wide and dropped my dress to the floor as if it weighed a ton.

“Don’t take off the heels!”  He sat up, because I had his full attention. I loosened up my hair, from the tight bun that was wrapped tightly so it would hold for the whole night. He loved playing with it and often twirled the ends with his fingers. I was so damn wet. Bending over and having my rock hard nipples rub against my corset felt like torture. They wanted his tongue. I stood up quickly and turned with my hands on the floor, making sure that he could see my pussy from all directions. I didn't realize that he was behind me.

He wanted a fucking show, and I was going to give it to him.

I turned my head and said, “Sit down, bad boy. You can’t touch me unless I say so!”

He lifted his hands up in the air and said, “I only paid for the room.”

Oh no darling, you paid for a lot more than that. And I’m going to make sure that you get your money’s worth.

Chapter Two

Logan

Alexa wasn’t messing with me. She was apprehensive about tonight, thinking that it would be all romantic and shit, but I knew that the true beast in her would come out. But I’d never thought it would come out like this. She was like some kind of girl in a strip club and I had paid for the dance. But I was getting a lot more than a dance.

My dick was fucking aching as I stroked it and started to rub it. Her fucking pussy was staring at my face. Now, it wasn’t just her cunt,it was her butt hole too. We had been pretty vanilla so far, and up until a few weeks ago, we were both virgins. Since then, we’d been sneaking in and out of each other’s houses trying to have sex,but it wasn’t easy, especially seeing as she wasn’t on the pill. That meant that every time we had sex, I had to figure out ways to dispose of it.

Now, she’d started taking it, so I didn’t have to worry about ripping the condom, and that was the beauty of tonight. This would be the first time that my cock would actually enter inside of her, with no rubber dividing the two. The way I’d dreamed about it being for so long. This time, we don’t have to worry about one of her parents coming home early, or my dad busting into my room. Nah, this time no siblings and no parents would stop what we want to do to each other.

Just Alexa and I, having sex all night long.

Fucking.

“Holy shit!”

She stood up, naked, after taking the corset off, and started rubbing her body up and down the poles of the bed, teasing me, fucking torturing me. I was jerking off so damn hard I was afraid I’d make myself come. But I wanted to come inside of her, not over the damn bed!

“Baby, please?”

I was begging her and she was hovering over me, not saying anything, just swinging her damn hair as if she was on top of me.

“I want you now.”

She backed up, and I couldn’t control myself any damn longer. I had to come.

“We’ve got all weekend…” she purrs.

I lost control, flopped onto the bed, and my sperm spilled to the right. Like the good little wife, she came over and cleaned me up. “You can come in me later.” She must have been watching porn or something.

“For now, I just want to please you.” Her hands were stroking my cock with the towel; she was trying to get it up again. I opened my eyes to make sure that it was Alexa that I was with and not some other girl.

She had energy. I just hoped that I did too. I wanted to please her, I just didn’t think that I was a robot. But as my cock started to react, I thought maybe she knew me better then I knew myself.

Chapter Three

Alexa

What is it about Logan’s dick that always fascinates me? I suppose part of it is because I have nothing to compare it to. I’ve only been with one guy and that’s him. Whenever I hold it, I find myself in a position of not wanting to let go. He was tired and probably a bit tipsy too. I, on the other hand, had this new wave of energy. Watching him come and seeing him get to the edge just made me want to come too.

I wasn't ready. He had given me multiple orgasms a couple of times and  I wanted to do the same to him. I wanted to take control and make him weak. I didn’t understand where my sudden wave of confidence had come from.

Maybe the reality of us being apart thousands of miles in a few weeks was starting to hit home. My girlfriends had reassured me that we could never be pushed apart. Long distance relationships are easier when you’re madly in love.

What if it’s not enough?

Logan is a wide receiver, and he’s going on to play pro. I’m going to be a physiotherapist, so I’ll be stuck in exams and hospitals. There’s nothing sexy about that! But there is something sexy about me when I’m with him. I don’t feel like a dork, or like the girl that knows every damn mathematical equation in the book. No, I feel like a woman. A real woman that a man would kiss whenever he gets the chance, and squeeze her butt even when they’re in a crowd of cheerleaders and she's adjusting her glasses, trying to see straight.

I feel like a woman who can wake up in the morning, go for a run, be out of breath and sweaty. Then, he would hold me in his arms and tell me that I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

That’s how he makes me feel.

Right now, I feel like that woman that he craves so much, and my girlfriends are right: distance won’t keep us apart.

Nothing will.

I watched him rub his head as he said, “Not yet. Wait. It needs a little rest.”

My tongue started playing with the head of his cock and I proved otherwise. His dick was getting hard, and ready to be showered with the pleasure that I was about to give him.

I was teasing him, knowing that I couldn't resist, and neither could he. Logan had booked this room for us to  to take our time and explore each other’s bodies. I’d never realized how great it would be until now.

Butt naked in a room,  not worrying whether my parents were going to come home early,  and his sister wouldn’t be knocking on my door, knowing full well that I was in there with Logan.

This time there was no sneaking and hiding. We could be free. It wasn’t our first time and by no means would it be our last, but I was finally  understanding why he was so ready to do things that we couldn’t do back home.

He growled, “Don't stop,” as my mouth got ready to suck him dry. He thrust deeper into my mouth and I wanted to gag, but I had no intention of stopping. My tongue whipped around his cock like a cobra, making sure that I captured every flavor, every part of his manhood.

“Alexa!” he screamed as I rubbed his balls. I knew that he was getting close to the edge. There was only one thing to do, open my mouth wider and go down deeper so that I could swallow his hot, salty sperm as soon as it shot into my mouth. I swallowed. My mouth hurt a bit and, as I flopped onto the bed next to him, he laughed, “You really are the best.”

I licked my lips. “Don’t you forget it.”