FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (13 page)

He moaned with pleasure, and took a handful of my hair in his grip, sliding me back and forth along his cock as though controlled by a lever. I loved trying to see how much of his long, hard erection I could fit inside me, trying to see how well I could suppress my gag reflex as his tip touched down against the back of my throat, and he continued to thrust harder, harder, harder, pushing my deep throating skills to the limit.

At last, with a final thrust, he held himself into me, his buttocks clenched, and then slowly, very slowly, he withdrew, his dick now glistening with fluids, ready to be put elsewhere.

And God, my body was more than ready for him at that point...

He bent me over the side of the bed, and I spread my legs open desperately for him, like an animal in heat, needing to be pulverized, pounded, filled up. He covered me in his weight, and lined up the tip of his erection with the opening of my pussy, shoving himself all the way inside me.

Seizing vicious handfuls of my dark ass, the pain titillating me, he began to pound his way deep into my wettest, tightest reaches, his cock hammering wet into my folds, and the friction causing me to moan instantly, reeling with pleasure. God, I'd forgotten how wonderful this was... Being entered, dwelt inside. Stretched out, smashed relentlessly, driven to the utmost edge and then sent spiraling past it.

“Oh... Oh Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

Fuck, I needed this...

He just kept pounding, harder and harder and harder, the bedsprings creaking, his pelvis smashing me relentlessly. And just when I thought things could become no more pleasurable, he began to spank me, slapping the palm of his hand hard against my buttocks, watching the flesh jiggle, and the sensations making me ache with pleasure. “Yes... Yes... Yes...” I whined, after each and every thrust, needing the pain, the discipline, the punishment for being such a bad, bad girl.

He pushed and pushed and pushed, and he held himself deep up against me at one point, so that I thought with disappointment that he was finishing before I'd climaxed.

But no, he was just tired, and after holding steadily forward for a few seconds, he let out a deep sigh, pulling back, clearly needing a break.

Both of us were coated with sweat by now, rolling down along every crack and every crevice, our chests heaving, our nostrils flaring. Yet as exhausted as we were, the sight of one another like this aroused us even further, and neither of us wanted to lose the momentum we'd just built up by waiting around to regain our strength.

I pulled his face back up toward mine, kissing him on the mouth for a bit. Then I indicated for him to climb up on the bed with me, and he took my place as the one on the bottom, lying with his cock sticking straight up in the air, ready to be fallen upon.

I leaned in, put my mouth around him just to give a last, lubricating lick to his lollipop, and then I climbed my way up onto his body, straddling him cowgirl style. I spread my pussy wide with my fingers, and I pushed him inside of me, moaning as his shaft pushed its way back through me, sliding even deeper into me this time, and adding an additional layer of pleasure to the proceedings.

I began to fuck him, dancing on his cock like a belly dancer, pushing my breasts forward, letting my stomach sway seductively, trying to get as much of my body to jiggle for him as I could possibly muster. It was like something primal had been released inside me as I smashed my pussy down repeatedly against him, like these moves, which I'd never used before in my recollection, came naturally to me, and only needed a man like Danny to unleash my inner vixen.

Again, the sensations continued to mount inside me, and this time, I actually did begin to cum as I ground my twat up against his pelvis, pushing myself further and further into him, trying to dig out every last ounce of pleasure I could derive from him all the way up inside me, and the sensations still swirling around inside me.

But then, at last, I became exhausted as well, and once this most recent round of climax finished pumping through my body like a drug, I collapsed on top of him, winded, and apologetic for not being able to get him all the way there along with me.

God, this man lasted a long time...

However, he seemed not to mind at all that I'd cum again and he had yet to do so- it seemed, actually to be by design on his part, something he prided himself on being able to accomplish.

And hell, who the hell was I to argue with a man like that?

I crawled down along him, then, sweaty and utterly tired out at this point, and I continued to play with his cock for a bit. I put his balls in my mouth, rolling my tongue through his scrotum, and I spit several times onto the engorged purple tip of his erection, coating him up repeatedly with fluids.

He lay there passively, loving this, grinning as he stroked my hair, and then at last, he seemed to grow tired of waiting, and decided it was time to reassert himself as the dominant partner.

He slipped my body beneath him this time, missionary style, and pushed my thighs open. Once again, he pushed that hard cock of his deep into my cunt, thrusting with a vengeance this time around. And once he'd made his way inside, he pushed my legs up, up, up as far as they could go, holding them in such a way that it really served to amplify the sensations.

And now, he tore into me, showing me now mercy, pulverizing my chocolate pussy and grunting, roaring, almost as he fucked me. Faster and faster and faster he pummeled me, churning me to a pulp there in the near blackness of the room, forcing me to scream so loud that I feared that I might wake up my brother and his wife upstairs.

But I didn't stop myself... It was all too much, and I screamed my head off, unable to calm down. And he pounded and pounded and pounded, and he was bringing me back up again, and God, now he hurled himself forward, and held steady, getting ready to cum.

And there it was.

I roared with pleasure as he filled me full of his hot, molten sperm, pulse after pulse of his steamy essence drenching me inside, coating me to the brim, my absolute capacity met so that he spilled out of me onto the sheets, and I began to shriek with orgasm.

My toes curled, and my spine arched, and my head began to spin through the heavens of climax as the most staggering orgasm yet pumped through my body, leaving me biting my lip, and trying to ride it out in peace.

And at last, at long, long last, he pulled himself out of me, the two of us collapsing on the sweaty, twisted sheets, panting and wheezing in the afterglow, and unable to believe the amazing things the two of us had just gotten through doing to one another.

I couldn't believe it... I couldn't fucking believe it... After so long, so much restraint shown to ensure my spotless, immaculate life, I had given into temptation. I'd surrendered myself, fully and completely, and allowed myself to be defiled, ridden to the breaking point several times over.

And I'd absolutely fucking loved it...

The world hadn't ended, and no one had known.

And I'd just had sex with the ex-military bad boy I'd been secretly harboring a crush on for years now...

After several minutes of silence, Danny reached over to his bedside stand, and lit up a cigarette, no longer caring, apparently, about whether he got his old friend's house smelling like smoke. He had, after all, just finished screwing his sister, so I suppose there was little else at this point that he thought he could do to offend Ty.

“Give me one of those,” I insisted- not a smoker, normally, and hating the habit. But I felt like continuing my path into being a bad girl after what I'd just done, and it seemed so inviting right now. Of course, it wasn't very characteristic of a bad girl at all when, on the first puff, I started to cough uncontrollably, and Danny laughed.

“God, and here I thought you could handle anything after that,” he said, and I smiled at him shyly, leaning over, and kissing him on the lips. Several times, actually.

After a while we pulled apart, and he looked into my eyes, speaking in low tones.

“That was absolutely fucking amazing, just so you know...” he said, and I felt flattered for the fact, after having gone so long without a drop of sexual experience.

“You know,” I said, beginning to trace out shapes across his chest with my fingertip, “I've been wanting to do that since high school, honestly... I used to have a really bad crush on you...”

“I think I might have guessed as much,” he said, smirking, and I felt a little bit humiliated- like I'd just been some stupid schoolgirl then, and he'd just ignored me despite knowing I had feelings for him.

“Really?” I asked, sitting up. “Then why didn't you ever say anything?”

“A few reasons,” he said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “For starters, half the time you looked as much like you wanted to flip me off as screw me... Plus you were my best friend's sister, I didn't want to get into that territory, honestly.”

“But you don't mind so much, now?” I asked, testing him with a smile.

“Well, it's different now... I mean, you were a different type of girl than I am... And you still are, for that matter, but I like to give myself enough credit to think I've at least changed a little bit since then. You always seemed so serious and driven, and I was always sort of just a little shit, to be honest... I never took anything seriously, and I definitely didn't take relationships seriously... But I did always respect you in a way, and I didn't want to let my own immaturity fuck things up for you...”

“But... Like I said... You don't mind so much now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to gage his intentions.

“We're adults now,” he said. “And I at least have a little bit more reasonable a head on my shoulders. The way I see it, we're both mature enough to make this whatever it is we want it to be. If it's a one-time thing, and never happens again, then, well...” He took a puff of the cigarette, as though this act served to finish his sentence. “Or, if we end up deciding we have other ideas, then... Well, we can get to that when and if it happens...”

I guess, really, I was trying to get him to answer a question for me that I didn't know the answer to myself. I sat there silently for a while, smoking with a deal more collectedness than I had that first puff, but occasionally letting a short cough come to the surface every now and then.

I knew that, emotionally, I didn't want to be just another notch on his bedpost. I wanted this to happen again, this and more, and to see just what my capacity for loving someone might be.

But at the same time, he was so at odds with the lifestyle I'd been trying to build for myself all these years. I didn't know to what capacity he'd gotten his life back on track, or what I might have to worry about in terms of his bad behavior that could really screw things up for me.

“Do you mind if I ask if... Well, what it was that got you kicked out of the army?” I asked, feeling it was really none of my business, yet somehow needing to know.

He smiled at this, as though amused by the memory of whatever act it was that got him booted. But he also seemed embarrassed by it, and took a puff of his cigarette in order to give himself time to compose a decent response. Eventually, though, he must have come to the conclusion that speaking plainly was really his only option here. “I got caught screwing my commanding officer's wife,” he said, with a wry grin, and then added quickly, “I mean, officially, that wasn't the reason. Not technically, I mean. That was just what gave them the pretense to want to look for shit on me, and believe me, it wasn't at all difficult to find. It was drug charges, eventually, that got me thrown out. I actually got in far less trouble than I should have, because of some family connections. No jail time or anything. And since then, I'd been kind of just pissing around until recently.”

He could tell from my expression that I didn't think too highly of this, and he hurried to redeem himself.

“But I've been doing a lot of thinking... A lot of growing... Trying to get my life on track and stuff, you know... I just started working at a bar actually. And I mean, it's nothing glamorous, but it's the first honest work I've had for a while now. I'm trying. I really am... Sometimes, I just can't always help giving into my baser impulses...”

This, of course, shouldn't have been something that aroused me, but naturally it was. My old sense of caution had all but flown out the window, and a smile spread across my lips, as I leaned slowly into him.

“I think that's what I like about you,” I whispered, and I leaned in, and kissed him.

The next few days were filled with a hell of a lot of sneaking around between Danny and I, and we met for secret rendezvous whenever we got the chance. I would come into his room around two in the morning, when it was clear that Ty and Ashley were asleep, and the two of us would have long, steamy passionate sex long into the night. And it wasn't just his room, either. Once, we actually snuck outside under cover of the night, fucking beneath the moonlight, the two of us giggling as we tried to keep our voices down, yet eventually, once the pleasure became too much for us, we had to give in and scream, or moan, and it was surprising that we didn't wake anyone up in the process.

And then, there was one night when we went about repeating our aforementioned naked encounter in the bathroom. He took me in there with him into the shower, bent me over all soapy and lathered up, and we engaged in tight, forceful anal sex. God, it felt wonderful... For all I'd heard about it from other girls, I actually really enjoyed it, being conquered in that way, and I even had the luxury of experiencing my first ever anal orgasm as a result.

We knew that, should he find out, Ty would be irate about what the two of us were doing together, right under his own roof, and we strove to keep it a secret as best we could.

But then, inevitably, he did find out.

Danny and I made the mistake of getting too carried away one night. We got a little bit too drunk, and we ended up having sex so many times we lost count- though I do remember I came at least eight times, and Danny ejaculated a staggering five times throughout the evening.