We remain like that, two bodies fused into one, for God knows how long, time just a word without meaning. This time I don’t moan or scream; I just grab at the sheets hard, exhaling sharply as a bright ball of ecstasy rolls up into existence deep inside of me.
He stops thrusting as I come, and he simply holds me tight, his cock still inside of me. When I finally open my eyes, my breathing still hard but returning to normal, he finally slides out of me. I turn on the bed to face him and kiss him on the lips.
“Now,” I whisper, gently smiling, “I want the X-rated version.” My smile turns into a grin, and the flicker in his eyes tells me that he doesn’t need any clarifications.
“The lady asks, the lady gets,” he says, sitting up on the bed and then going on his knees. “Now come here.” I exchange one last glance with him and go on all fours right in front of me, wiggling my ass as he grabs me by the hips, pulling me into him.
He takes one hand off of my waist, and I wince as I realize what he’s going to do. I purse my lips, hold my breath, and then I feel the palm of his hand landing heavily on my ass cheek. He does it over and over again, imprinting the mark of his fingers on my flesh, the sound of it echoing in the room.
“Fuck me,” I moan, thrusting my ass back at him; this time he doesn’t make me beg. The moment the words leave my lips, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against my inner lips. Then, a heartbeat after that, his cock is sheathed to the hilt inside of me. He drives it all the way in, his fingers hooked on my hips as he thrusts and holds his position.
Slowly, he starts building up a rhythm, but he does it fast enough; in a matter of seconds the sound of his thighs slapping my ass fill the whole room and drown my brain in a symphony of lust.
“Harder,” I tell him, the tone of my voice harsh and commanding, and he obliges happily; he rocks his body so hard against mine that if he wa
sn’t holding me by the hips I’d just fall forward. At the same time, he laces my waist with one arm and takes two fingers to my clit, pressing on it while he ravages my pussy.
Fucking me while working my clit, he drives me to the edge of pleasure and then throws me off it. I go from my hands to my elbows, barely enough strength left in my arms to support myself. And still he keeps on thrusting, his movements vicious and wild, a sweet savagery to the way he moves and demolishes my pussy. I scream as an explosion goes off inside my body, one so violent that I dive head first into the mattress, the sheets muffling my scream of utter ecstasy.
“More…” I say, turning my head to the side so that I can get the words out. My muscles are still twitching and burning, but I need more; I need him to fuck me until my conscious mind fades away entirely, and all that’s left of me is unbridled unconsciousness.
“Gladly,” he groans, taking his cock out of my pussy. He places his hands on my ass cheeks and, spreading them wide, he then starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack. I grit my teeth as he presses his thickness against my asshole and I scream again as he starts sliding it in. He does it without no hesitation or gentleness; he just slides it in at a steady pace, his thick shaft pushing my inner walls back on its way in.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at the sheets and bunching them up with trembling fingers. He drives all of his inches into me, and then he starts pounding me furiously, my body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his. Now that he’s in control of my mouth and pussy, it’s time he takes my ass as well. And that’s exactly what he does; he fucks me as if I exist just to please him and, right now, I’d say that’s the truth.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, this time wanting him to cum as well. I need to feel his warm juices on me, his cock gushing out that raging river over my body… God, I used to be such a sweet innocent girl, and now look at me: desperate to have Danny cum all over my naked body after fucking me in the ass.
I love it.
“All the way, Danny…” I moan. “I want you to… fuck me… all the way…” I continue, my eyes closed shut as pleasure tears my brain apart. My ass tightens up around his shaft like a vice as I come again, waves of merciless pleasure crashing against both my mind and body, but this time I feel his cock pulsing too.
“I’m going to --” he starts, but he never gets to finish his sentence. He stops thrusting and, his cock buried deep inside my ass, he starts gushing out in a torrent. I feel his warm semen filling me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my ass. I crawl slightly forward, forcing his cock to pop out of my ass, and I feel thick strands of cum hitting me straight on the back.
“Yes, do it…” I moan, turning around so that I’m lying flat on my back, my hands squeezing my breasts as he holds his cock in one hand and sprays his seed all over me. His head is thrown back, an expression of utter bliss on his face.
When he opens his eyes to look at me, I can only imagine the glorious sight in front of me; I’m covered in cum, almost from head to toe. I feel it dripping out of my mouth and down my face, and both my tits are drenched in it, streams of semen making their way down the side of my body and staining the sheets underneath me.
By the time he’s done, his cock no longer spraying me with cum, I’m almost drowning in it. I sit up on the bed and, without thinking, place both my hands on his face and pull him into me. Our lips touch and the world around us fades away into nothingness.
Our tongues battle one another, dancing over the blanket of cum inside my mouth. But he wants more, and so he pulls back from our kiss and, using the tip of his tongue, traces a straight line toward my breasts. Scooping up all the cum he can find, he then returns to my mouth and we kiss again, gooey drops of semen glistening on our chins as we surrender to uncontrollable lust.
“This is it,” he whispers suddenly, looking into my eyes with an expression far more powerful than a lustful one - an expression of love. “This is everything I want. Forget about the Super Bowl, as long as I’m with you I’m going to be the happiest man on Earth.”
“I can say the same, you know?”
With that, we hold each other and sit there, in silence. We’ve said everything we needed to, and now we only need our eyes to keep the conversation going.
Danny Manning, my heart’s MVP.
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Epilogue - Fiona
“Holy shit, he’s going to -- TOUCHDOWN!” Cody yells, jumping from his seat and brandishing one fist up in the air. I jump up too, and it seems that the whole stadium is going to erupt. The crowd roars like a giant monster, and I scream as loud as I can, a big smile on my face.
Danny ran through the defense like a hot knife through butter, cocked his elbow with clockwork precision and then sent the ball through the air in a perfect arch. It landed neatly into the wide receiver’s hands, and all he to do was dive into the end zone. Touchdown with five seconds on the clock, and the Nailers were down by three. And this is the big game - SuperBowl.
“I did it! I fucking did it! Danny shouts, running through the field and heading straight for me. He takes the strap off his helmet, lets it fall on the grass and then jumps over the barriers between the field and the seats. He grabs me with his big hands, pulling me into his arms and crushing his mouth against mine. “I did it, babe!” He cries out, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.