Basketball Drip Novels & Stories

A scene appeared in his head. A girl wearing a loose basketball jersey stood in the middle of a basketball court. She had a ponytail and wore a headband. She was playing basketball. She dribbled the ball expertly, close to her teammates. Even though she was not very tall, she looked so cool when she moved past the other team with the ball in her hand. She made the shot and the ball entered the basket nicely. She jumped for joy and high-fived her teammates. The moment she turned her head, he could see the clear sweat being flung away from her face, shining like pearls under the sun.

As soon as they started, a boy from the other team, who was with the ball came close to Vic to dribble him. As he got closer to hit him with his muscular and thick body, he felt like he hit an iron making him fall to the ground. Immediately, Vic grab hold of the ball, bouncing it as he got close to the basket, dribbling past five opponents at once, and the next thing,... "Basket!!" "Oh man! this is so cool, the boy's good." A lady exclaimed excitedly.

Drip, drip, drip I feel feather like droplets break its fall on my head. What started off as tiny drops, now begin to pour mercilessly down on us. I look to the heavens, and mouth a thank you to the Lord above. This heavenly shower tames the flaming beast, making it crouch down to its master and disappear – only leaving it destruction behind. How amazing would it be, if it took its dreadful acts with it – but that would not happen, for what’s done is done.

"Back to the game." I sighed, glad that the drama ended without any bloodshed in my room. Hilary hummed and she started again. "So Beca Moore is now out," she said, crossing out the name. My first doll, Beca had already graduated and was in her gods-know-where. She became my doll during my first year while she was in her senior year. "And I don't think Natasha will be a problem," Tiana stated. "Why?" I asked in bewilderment.

The players are scattered all over the basketball court. Nathan is dribbling the ball all the way towards the opposite end but one of the opponents blocks his way. He swerves around to dodge the player and aims for the hoop. Taking a position, he shoots. Lincoln jumps forward and furiously slaps the ball away. It’s a regular practice match and the Eagles have been divided into two teams where Nathan is leading one team while Lincoln is leading the other. Another opponent jumps forward to take the ball but Nathan manages to snatch it and passes it to his teammate. The player dribbles the ball forward and passes it to another teammate but Lincoln suddenly appears, elbowing the player hard. The

I forced my attention to stay focused on his face and not derail to the bath water. "Why?" I pressed further to get more information. Angel sipped his wine and dropped it at the stool beside the tub. His expression was blank now and I couldn't help myself again the moment he stood up from the tub exposing his stark naked body to my eyes as he got out of the tub.

I clenched my jaws. Zack dribbled two players and passed the ball to a teammate. The teammate gave him back the ball, and he jumped up, trying to make a three-pointer. The ball looked to be going into the basket but was grabbed by Solomon. He landed with the ball and smiled. He threw the ball toward the end of the court and picked out his teammate. His teammate collected the ball and performed a slam dunk.

And beyond it, surrounded by tall trees and landscaped gardens, is a full-sized basketball court. Of course there is. Because the universe clearly decided River needed another place to display his arrogance. The sound of a basketball hitting the ground reaches me before I see him. Thump. Thump. Thump. The staff member stops near the edge of the court. “Mr. Knight is over there.” River is moving beneath the soft glow of the outdoor lights. He’s wearing black basketball shorts and nothing else. My feet stop working. For one deeply irritating second, I forget why I’m here.

His cum spilled out around his softening length, running down my thighs in warm, messy trails. Still sitting on Blake’s cock, with my chest heaving, and my pussy throbbing and leaking on his load, I looked straight at Professor Harlan. My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time.

Idiot. By the time I made it outside for the last period free, the cramping in my stomach had turned into something closer to a burn…so sharp that it hurt. I found a bench near the basketball courts and sat, my arms wrapped around my middle, and let myself just watch instead of think. The boys were running drills. Sweat-slick and loud, sneakers screeching against the concrete. I wasn't really watching the game. I was watching him. Drake. Handsome tall, his damp hair waved as he moved, muscles sharp and just then he went up and struck the ball against the court ... .how could I not help myself to watch the abs underneath the shirt.