Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

Dinner was beautiful, and the restaurant definitely lived up to its reputation. Mr. Hayes didn't try to order for her, and he was a perfect gentleman to her the entire evening. She ordered the most expensive thing off the menu and a white wine that cost $300. He had simply smiled and ordered a bottle of red to match.

At times, she felt like he acted like a smitten young teenage boy, and at others like he had the confidence to do whatever he wanted. It was a very endearing trait, and she found herself liking him more and more, even seeing how he treated other people. He was never rude, but just less than polite, as if whomever he was speaking to was just a little slow in the head. He made sure that they knew he was superior, that he was in charge.

She could see why his fantasy was to have someone to take control. She watched the waitress and saw the same tired face she knew she must wear most nights and felt a surge of gratitude flood through her for this opportunity. It was strange being served instead of doing the serving. She had to stop herself from tidying the dishes and arranging the silverware.

"I’m sure if I asked, they would give you a job," he remarked after she stacked the soup bowls and brushed the cracker crumbs from the tablecloth. She blushed and they had an animated conversation about the restaurant business. When she tried to get him to talk about his work, he told her it was far too boring. Something in the tone of his voice made her drop it and change the subject.

They continued to talk for a while after dessert, an amazing raspberry scented flour-less chocolate cake with crème anglicize and raspberry coulis. It was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. She felt like a princess. He had finished his dessert and was reaching for his wallet to pay the bill. She reached her hand out and stopped the motion.

"I am not done yet." She used the same voice he used with the waitress to show his superiority. He halted, and slowly returned his wallet to his pocket. She ordered a cappuccino and took her time, savoring the flavor and letting him wait for her to finish. The discussion shifted to multiple topics and when she was ready, continued out the door and on the ride home. She felt her dominating demeanor melting away, but she knew that she needed to still be in charge when they got back to his house.

Chapter 8

When they returned home, he opened her car door for her. By now, she was practically giddy with the thought of him making love to her, so when he leaned in for a kiss, she was eager and ready. They kissed passionately before he broke away and led her inside by the hand. They walked straight up to the bedroom, her heels slowing her down, making the wait a little longer than she thought she could stand. When they finally got in the room, his hands were on her in a flash. They kissed again, and then he broke away from her. "Have I pleased you?"

She knew this was an important question to him, so she backed away and pretended to think about it. "You have pleased me more than any other man ever has. I'm beginning to think your reputation as a competent businessman might cross over to a reputation as a gentleman."

He smiled and began to get closer. "BUT," she said with the sternest voice she could muster, and it stopped him in his tracks. "There's one more thing you have to do to please me."

"Anything, Tracy. Please, just say the word and it'll be done. I want this so badly."

She whispered in his ear. "Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. Make me come so many times that I lose count, and then come inside of me. That will please me."

She heard him growl with lust, and he placed his hands on her ass and lifted, his muscular arms carrying her to the bed. He pulled off his tuxedo jacket, and started to unbutton the shirt. He loosened his tie.

"Keep the tie on," Tracy commanded, and he smiled and did what he was told, keeping his dress shirt on but unbuttoned. He unbuttoned his pants too, but then decided he couldn't wait any longer and got on the bed. He covered Tracy, kissing her mouth, her chin, her neck, down to her shoulder. He pulled at her shoulder strap, sliding it down to her arm. She let go, surrendering herself to his desires.

She knew he wasn't being very careful with her dress, but she also knew that she could get him to buy her a hundred more. His animal lust was tearing through him, and she was no longer able to control her own desires. He slipped both of her arms out of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. He devoured them, licking and biting at each nipple in turn, and she was getting incredibly wet. When she'd had enough, she pulled on his tie, letting him know who was still in charge.

"Take off my shoes, and I'll let you kiss up my legs," she said, in command once again. She let go of the tie, and he moved to the edge of the bed. She hung her feet off the bed, and he gently removed the straps. He kissed her feet, sucking on each toe, before licking her legs all the way up.

He pulled her dress up past her hips, so that it was scrunched up around her belly. She spread her legs, and he instantly dove in for her sopping wet opening. He began his furious licking and she felt her orgasm rising within her almost immediately, the desire she had felt since last night building within her. She pinched her nipples, and bit her lip, as a rush of pleasure passed through her.

Mr. Hayes moaned as she bucked her hips, thrashing with the intensity of the orgasm. His tongue moved like a snake's, in and out of his mouth, and the orgasm lasted long enough to make her sweat. She looked down at him, and his eyes were looking at her expectantly. She sat up, and pulled him in for a kiss. Same as last time, she tasted her own sweet cum, and it turned her on even more.

"Stand up," she demanded, and he was up in a flash. Tracy pulled his pants down, and then his boxers. He stepped out of his shoes and the pile of clothes around his ankles, while Tracy marveled at his cock once again. She began to stroke it while it hardened, quickly growing to it's full length. She looked up at him as she licked the bottom of it, and he ran his fingers through her hair.

When she took him in her mouth, he moaned a little. She sucked on him for a few moments, before pulling away and saying, "Get on the bed." He immediately sat, then lay down on the bed. Tracy positioned herself over him, so that they were in the 69 position. He eagerly went to town on her clit, and she followed suit, her tongue circling his shaft and caressing him with her mouth. Mr. Hayes’ hands were around Tracy's ass, and soon one of them had a thumb inside her slit, loosening her up gently. The pleasure was too much for Tracy to stand any longer. This is it, she thought to herself.

She got off of him and turned around, positioning herself over his cock. It brushed against her pussy, and she almost let it enter, but waited. "Do you want this?" she asked. He nodded. She grabbed his tie, and again asked, as loudly as she could, "Do you want this?"

"Yes, oh god, yes, Tracy. I've never wanted anything more in my life," he whimpered.

Her mind flashed back to the first dream she had had of his. "Then I think you deserve at least a taste," she said, as she let him enter her. They both gasped together, and Mr. Hayes' hands were on her ass in a heartbeat. He felt so huge inside her, better than she had imagined. Every stroke filled her with longing for more, each thrust made the yearning inside deeper. He pounded into her pussy, and Tracy began to scream with pleasure.

He moved his hands up to her back, holding her against him as he thrust again and again. He was hitting the perfect spot, and she knew just how to make herself orgasm. She wrestled herself from his grasp, and thrust her tits into his face. He eagerly lapped at her nipples, grabbing both tits and pushing them together.

She pulled on his tie, and he continued to plow her without mercy. Almost there, she thought as she could feel the fluids rushing within her. All of a sudden, he ran one of his hands up her back, his nails sending shivers up her spine. That's it, she thought, as her eyes rolled back into her head. She contracted on his cock, and she could feel the waves of her orgasm crashing through her body as a gush of fluid splashed onto his cock. She collapsed into him a little, as he plunged into her with renewed vigor. When she regained her senses, she kissed him again.

She got up, no small feat after the mind-blowing orgasm she had just had. When she got to the edge of the bed, she grabbed Mr. Hayes' tie and dragged him behind her to the wall. When she put her hands on the wall and got on her tip-toes, Mr. Hayes crouched down a little, and his rod found the hole it was designed to go in. Tracy reached back and grabbed Mr. Hayes' tie, and pulled him in closer. He kissed her back while pushing her against the wall, and soon she was smashed against it, screaming as Mr. Hayes continued to push in and out of her.

When she felt like her legs could no longer support her, she pushed him to the bed. "Sit here," she commanded. He watched as she shook that ass in front of him, giving a dance that you'd normally have to go to a strip club to see. She backed up and put her hand

s on his knees, continuing to dance, her tight pussy just inches from his wet cock.

She bent over a little, and felt his hands go to her ass. She slowly lowered herself onto him, giving him a great view of his dick penetrating her. She moved like she was in an exercise video, up and down, doing squats, filling herself with his cock while he moaned and groaned behind her. She started to play with her tits, and knew what she wanted next.

When her calves and thighs were on fire from the effort, she pulled Mr. Hayes up from the bed by his tie. She kissed at him hungrily as his hands ran all over her body, his cock rubbing against her legs. This time, she lay down, and pulled him onto her.