Do Not Fall For The Baseball Captains (Victoria and Elijah) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Victoria’s POV

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I lowered myself slowly, crying out as he filled me completely in one continuous, agonizingly perfect stretch.

My walls clamped down tight around his thickness, the utter fullness of him stretching me until I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

Elijah let out a harsh breath, his fingers digging bruisingly into my skin as he held me still, letting our bodies adjust to the intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle leaped under his skin.

I didn’t wait for further instructions. I began to move, lifting myself and sliding back down his length, using his thighs for leverage.

The angle in the front seat was cramped, our movements restricted by the dashboard and the low ceiling, but it only made the friction more intense.

Every time I came down, his thick pelvis struck against my clitoris, sending sharp jolts of raw pleasure straight to my brain.

Elijah met every downward stroke with a heavy, upward thrust of his own, his chest rising and falling against my breasts.

He praised me quietly, his voice rough enough to send my traitorous hormones into overdrive, ruining whatever sanity I had left.

“Yeah, just like that. Ride it, Victoria. You’re so good for me. Take all of it.”

The heat in the cabin grew suffocating, the windows fogging over as the friction drove us closer to the edge.

I was sobbing into his neck, my contractions twisting around him so hard that he suddenly gripped my arms, his pace turning fast and unmerciful.

He thrust up into me three more times, deep and punishing, before his body went entirely rigid.

He let out a loud, guttural roar as his seed flooded my insides, the heat of it triggering my own release, sending me crashing over the edge into a blind, shaking climax that left me trembling against his chest.

After a few minutes of quiet, heavy breathing, Elijah pulled me into the back, the leather seats folded down to create a slightly wider space. He didn’t let me recover.

He flipped me onto my hands and knees, my forehead pressing against the smooth leather as he slid back inside me from behind.

The change in position allowed him to go deeper, his thick length hitting my cervix with every brutal, rhythmic drive.

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Chapter 131

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I was entirely helpless, my fingers clawing at the leather seats as he set a relentless pace, his large hands anchoring my hips so I couldn’t escape the depth of his thrusts.

The pleasure was visceral, stripping away every civilized thought until I was nothing but a mess of loud, echoing moans and desperate gasps.

He took his time during the second round, dragging out the torture until we were both covered in sweat, before he finally broke, shuddering violently as he came inside me for the second time.

When it was over, he collapsed down beside me, pulling my back tightly against his chest.

His large arm was wrapped securely around my waist, his heart hammering a heavy pattern against my shoulder blades.

I was breathing hard, my body entirely spent, but a small, satisfied sigh managed to escape my lips.

“Why don’t we take this outside?” Elijah murmured suddenly into the shell of my ear.

I froze, turning my head slightly to see if he had actually lost his mind. His dark eyes were open, and even in the dimming light, I could see the unmistakable gleam of mischief and pride shining in them.

“Are you crazy?” I asked, my voice a breathy squeak. “People could drive by. We’re right off the main trail.”

He shrugged, completely unbothered, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Free show?”

I rolled around and slapped his bare chest, the sound loud in the quiet car. “Elijah, no! That’s insane.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling against my skin.

He didn’t argue; instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing softly against my earlobe, his teeth catching the skin in a tiny, teasing nip.

I closed my eyes, an involuntary moan slipping past my lips as the familiar heat immediately flared back to life between my thighs.

“You know you want it, baby girl,” he whispered, his hand sliding down from my waist to cup the soft bare skin of my thigh, his fingers tracing dangerous lines toward my center.

“The wild thrill of being taken on the hood, in the middle of the woods, with the fear of someone catching us… you know exactly how good it’s going to feel.”

I opened my eyes, staring at him. He was completely right, and he knew it. The dangerous thrill of it was making my pulse race, my body already answering to the sensation.

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