Some new content around here. So, English is not my first language so please forgive me for the mistakes.
This is a imagine of my book that is on wattpad.
Content +18, unprotected sex, swearing.
Gary Payton II - Golden State Warriors
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While Gary was talking to a journalist on facetime, I decided to take a shower to rest from today.
I had lived in San Francisco for 15 years and when I started dating Payton, he was leaving the Golden State Warriors, thus leaving the Bay Area.
It was difficult at first as I was trying to balance my time between work and visiting him in Portland.
With the NBA trade season over, Gary will be returning to the Warriors and I can't express my happiness.
Even though the exchange between the two teams suffered a slight tremor due to my boyfriend's injury, everything went according to plan and he returned to the 7x champion team.
This Gary's injury has been keeping me awake lately. Seeing him in so much pain after a game was suffocating for me.
Per the Blazers team's medical advice, he was on toradol, but it got to a point where it was going too far and I was getting worried about him. Never that ingesting a medicine in large quantities is healthy, but there was no point in talking about it with Payton, he wanted to be on the court. It didn't matter if he cried in pain afterwards, the important thing was to play.
When he came to San Francisco to take the battery of tests required by the team, he already knew that something could go wrong. He knew that his physical health was not 100%, but the Warriors decided to keep the exchange even without knowing when he will return to play.
The important thing now is that he is getting a greater medical support network, with people he already knows and trusts. And he is at home. In all senses, after 7 months of dating, we decided that this is a good time to start living together. It may seem early, but in the current situation it's the best thing to do.
He is returning to San Francisco and now my work has increased, which has prevented me from accompanying him on some trips.
With his injury and this time away from the court, he definitely needs a lot of support.
He had already finished my shower and was only in black panties and my fluffy robe that I love so much, while I do a little skincare.
As he finished the little facial massage, I saw him approach and lean his body against the bathroom door while looking at me.
- How it was? - I ask
- Well... I said very little, because I don't have much to talk about - he sighs
I move closer to him and wrap my arms around him as he does the same to me. Gary has a habit of going shirtless at home and I love the feel of his warm body pressed against mine.
- I'm feeling you very tense, in fact there are a few days that I've been feeling you like this - I say while I caress your waist
- I think this whole exchange and injury situation messed with me a little - he hugs me and due to our height difference I rest my head on his chest - I'm happy to be back, but at the same time worried about my recovery and how it will affect me on the court
- Love, in your last conversation with Bob and the doctor, didn't they say it's going to take less time than you thought? - he nods - So, I know it's hard for you but try to relax for the time being
- I'm trying, I'm just thinking how much I miss this team and I don't know if it's going to be the same
- Gary looks at me - he does - you've been to a game and you've already met the boys, you know they'll do anything to welcome you
- You're right - I lay my head back on his chest and listen to his heartbeat - Jordan said he's coming here tomorrow - he says after a few seconds in silence
- Now all that's missing is Juan for the joy and daring trio to return, right?
He nods in agreement
- It would be great if Juan came back, but in the current situation I find it very difficult
- He went to Utah, right? - he agrees - I talked to Audi yesterday, we were planning to see each other when we could
- We could take advantage of this all-star break and travel, right?
- Won't it interfere with your treatment?
I feel his hand slip from my waist and I narrow my eyes.
- We could go to Los Angeles and take advantage of the fact that Juan and Audi will still be there and we'll meet
- How do you know they'll be there? I put my arms around his neck and look at him.
- I texted him this afternoon.
- I tended
- Now, we could enjoy a little bit, right? He starts kissing my neck and I feel my hair stand on end.
- Gary... - I can't finish the line when I feel him suck my neck and I let out a low moan.
He unties my robe and pushes it until it falls to the floor, I see his gaze go down my body and he lets out a curse word in a whisper. He takes me in his arms and takes us to the bedroom, I feel my back on the soft mattress
His hands roam from my stomach to my thighs and he climbs on top of me and kisses me.
It's inexplicable how passionate I am about this man's kiss.
His kisses descend first to my neck and then to my breasts, while he squeezed one, kissed and sucked the other, taking me to heaven.
His hands move down my belly to my panties and he removes them more slowly than I need to.
"Baby," he whispers, his lips returning to my neck. His big hand intertwines with mine and it's like everything has clicked into place. Fuck, no one has ever come close to making me feel this way.
He pulls away and removes his sweatpants along with his underwear and I thank God I am so blessed to have this man with me.
Soon he returns to the bed and I feel every inch of him buried in me, he pulls out and then pushes back in, going so slowly it's almost torture. Extremely addictive torture.
Gary is and has always been the best at making me melt in one move.
His thrusts are almost lazy, like he knows the slow glide could take me there.
"You're so good at this," I find myself saying after a moment.
I wanted to look at him as I said that. Looking at him over my lashes to see his dark cheeks get a little darker.
The slow slide is maddening, perfect and both enough and not enough, but then he pulls back, pulls back all the way until he's sliding off, his cock hot and wet, and then he pulls me up and flips me over, leaving my back to him as he kneels down. behind me.
His hands are on my ribs and then my breasts and then his cock is back at my entrance, just resting, just sliding between the slick folds before the next moan turns into a gasp.
So he feels even deeper, like my heat is pulling him deeper than before. I love that. Love him. What is he doing to me.
With my eyes closing, a smile starts to grow on my lips as I squeeze my legs tighter. The low sound of his curse spurs me on further and then I feel one of his hands around my throat. Just resting there as he continues to fuck me in short thrusts.
The sound of skin hitting skin ceases and so I open my eyes, waiting for him to come back as soon as possible.
"Gary..." I say in a slightly teary voice, as I always do when he's as deep inside me as possible. His free hand slides between my closed legs and then he's pressing down on my clit and I feel a small kiss on my neck.
I squirm under his touch and then spread my legs a little wider. Maybe he'll finish me off with his perfect fingers. Rub my clit for so long that I squirm in his hands before he fucks me the rest of the way. Again and again.
It wouldn't be the first time, but he doesn't do any of that. Instead he lazily runs his thumb over my clit, I feel his smile on my neck as he feels the wetness spreading. I'm soaking wet and so excited and I know it won't take me long to come, but he doesn't continue.
Fuck.
"Please...Gary," I try again, my voice so breathy. Suddenly he comes back with the thrusts with his hand still on my throat.
I turn my head a little and look at him from under my lashes. I take his hand from my throat and place his thumb in my mouth. The wet slide around his cock and my mouth around his finger is enough to drive him crazy, just like it was driving me crazy.
When I feel him glide over my g-spot, I can't help but moan.
High.
Loud compared to anything else in that room and then he does it again and again. Touching that point repeatedly. He gently pushes my body until I'm on all fours.
It's perfect like that. For both. I wish I could see it. He. The way he flexes with each hard thrust and the way his cock disappears into me over and over again. Fuck.
The thought alone makes my toes curl and then his hand is on the back of my neck and his body curves over mine. This is the best feeling in the world. To lie there and hold out until I'm shaking under his power.
His cock keeps disappearing into me and my moans are now more like whispers.
- You're so hot, baby - he sighs in my ear - Tight fuck, so tight. I love you
'Gary…' I sob as my eyes close with a particularly deep thrust.
"Made for this, huh," he asks, his voice turning into a groan as I tighten around him and feel my orgasm coming. "Made to be - to be fucked. Just for me baby"
My hands grip the sheet a little tighter at that, the phrase and the sheer possessiveness in his tone is enough to hasten my orgasm and then he pulls away. He slides out of me entirely. He leaves me empty and aching, but a second later, just after my eyes flutter open and my body goes cold from the lack of Gary pressed against me, he flips me back over.
Now, facing him, I can look into his eyes.
He smiled.
He is so beautiful. So beautiful, especially up close like this.
"I want to look at you when I come on you, honey." he says, voice even. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to say. I feel flush rise to my cheeks at the thought, my mind comes with all kinds of dirty images, but I don't respond beyond a shiver running down my back.
My legs spread eagerly to welcome him back and I feel my folds still wet from coming, but the first slide back causes my eyes to flutter closed and I'm lost in the pleasure all over again. Lost to Gary and his whims as he chases his own pleasure between my legs.
I wrap my trembling thighs around his hips so he's even closer. Just like he was when he first fucked me. It is breathtaking.
I feel his hands on every part of my body. My hips, my stomach before he works one more time on my clit and then he leans down and gives me a relaxed, sloppy kiss. I take a deep breath at him, but he doesn't care. He never does when I'm so fucked up. I sigh and then one of his hands travels up my body to my breasts and I arch into the touch. The feel of his thumb on my nipple. He knows exactly how to touch me to make me squeeze his cock.
I can't stop thinking about what a god he looks like. An extremely sexy God. My mind is lost in hazy bliss, but clear enough to pick up on the glistening skin around his crotch. Where I left it all wet and messy.
He looks like a god and he feels that way too when he starts moving in earnest. All of his skin stained with dark ink glistening with sweat.
It's when he leans down to kiss me again that I know he's close. He's been moving in a rhythm only he knows as he chases his pleasure, but now he's moving closer, close enough to trap me in his arms as our lips meet.
His kiss is sloppy, just like the previous ones. It's bitten lips and barely muffled moans as I press my legs harder against his back and suddenly he's no longer lifting his hips to slam into me, but simply pulling back to grind into my heat.
It's so easy to slide one of his hands between our bodies to find my wet pussy stretched tight around his cock and then rub my clit to his grinding motion. But he soon comes and the only sound in the room is our names spoken in meaningless whispers and I fall over the edge once more.
This orgasm is more intense than the first and he continues with the thrusts prolonging our pleasure until I tighten around him. Just until he moaned and dropped his weight onto me, like he never wanted to leave. And that's the thought. Keep it close like this. Forever. Pushed until we're not sure where he starts and I end. ____________________________________________________________