His Tight End – The Oregon Alphas Read Online M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
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I’ll always want to play, but I’ve never been more thankful for the flu that required antibiotics. I am ready to tackle being a mother just like I tackle everything else.

With Brandon by my side, I know that anything is possible.

Epilogue

Brandon

Five Years Later

Over the last five years, the team’s victories are nothing compared to the things we’ve done in our personal lives. Sasha and I have three children, all in the off-season. Brandon Junior, Kelly, and Bria are our joy.

Yesterday, we completed another almost victorious season; we lost by a touchdown in the Big Game. Now that the season is over, we are going to go on a family vacation. The RV is loaded and ready to go; we head out first thing in the morning. The kids are excited, and we’ve planned a lot of activities along the way.

At home, Sasha runs around packing up the last of the toys the kids want to take now that they are in bed for the night. She hands me the bag of toys, and I take it out to the RV before locking up for the night.

“Baby?” I call when I come back inside.

“In here,” she says from the kitchen. She’s throwing away food that will go bad before we get home, which is pretty much everything.

“Need some help?” I ask, leaning against the door jam that separates the kitchen from the living room.

“No, I am all done,” she says, shutting the fridge with her ass.

It doesn’t take much for me to want her, but she looks like a debauched angel with her nipples showing through her white tank top. I move toward her, ready to take her.

She sees what I am doing and giggles before taking off in a sprint around the kitchen. I catch her easily near the dining room table. Lifting her, I set her down on top of it, pulling her ass to the edge. I pull her tiny shorts down her legs and rub my fingers over her pussy. Her legs fall open, and I slip my fingers into her. She’s wet and ready for me. I pull my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth. She moans and squirms on the table.

I pull my dick out of my shorts and jerk it over her. Drops of precum land her pussy lips, and she reaches down and rubs them into her hot skin.

“Fuck,” I growl as I slide into her. She wraps her legs around my waist. I thrust in and out of her. She moans under me and lets me do as I please. Leaning down, I pull her shirt down, so her tits are out. I suck one of her nipples into my mouth while pulling on the other one. She reaches between us, rubbing her clit.

“Brandon, please,” she begs.

“That’s right, baby girl. Rub that clit and come for me. Come hard.”

“I’m coming, I’m…” she starts but doesn't finish. Her little pussy grips my dick hard as she comes. I can’t control myself and come seconds behind her, filling her ripe womb with my seed.

After helping her off the table, I take her to bed, where I love her all over again.

Is it any wonder we had another daughter nine months later?

It was love at first sight for me, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives bring us.

Epilogue

Sasha

Twenty Years Later

Retirement has been nothing short of amazing. Tonight we are watching our son Brandon take the field for the first time as an Alpha. He’s been in the league already, playing for Utah for the last five years, but he’s been traded and finally came home.

“Things certainly have come full circle,” I tell Brandon, who is sitting next to me at the fifty-yard line.

“That they have, baby girl.”

“I think that I am a bit old for that now,” I say, chuckling.

“You’ll always be my baby girl, Sasha. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispers into my ear. When he talks in my ear like that, he gives me goosebumps. My panties get wet, and I have to have him now. Right now.

“Do we have time before the game starts?” I ask, looking at my phone.

“No, yes. Maybe,” he says, kissing my neck.

“We’ve gotta get out of here, now,” I whisper back, about to explode. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me when he does this.

“Do we?”

“Let’s go,” I say, standing up.

I make my way up to the restroom near this row's entrance. Thankfully, for the first time in the history of bathrooms, there’s no line in the women’s restroom. I do a quick foot check under stalls and find none. Seriously, this never happens. I flip the lock on the door.

“You need me that bad?” he asks, grinning at me.

“I always need you.”

“Yeah, but you never needed me bad enough to want a quick fuck in a public bathroom,” he says.


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