Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (9 page)

When his cock twitched in my hand the first time, I realized he was getting close to coming. I slowed down for a moment, wanting to build up the pleasure slowly. He grabbed my left breast with his hand. Even through the shirt I had on, it was a wonderful sensation. I stroked him harder and faster, pointing it toward his chest, which was rising and falling more quickly.

“Yes!” he cried out as he came.

A large stream of white wet cream shot out of the tip of his dick through the little slit and landed on his chest. It was soon followed by a second and then a third squirt. When he finally stopped coming, I pulled my hand away and looked at his face. His expression was full of hunger and lust, which shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. All of a sudden, I couldn’t face him.

What the fuck did I just do?
I thought in horror.

I broke eye contact, turned, and ran out of the pool house. He called out after me, but I went back to my car and got in. Instead of leaving, I headed to the other side of his property where he had a small lake and a house larger than mine next to it. The only thing I could think about was having some time alone to think about what had just happened.

As I looked through the kitchen for some kind of liquor, I found a bag of pot in one of the drawers. Surprised at my luck, I brought it back to the living room. I sat down on the couch and proceeded to roll a joint. While I didn’t smoke often, I enjoyed the sensation of being high, especially when I had a lot to think about and digest. Giving my stepbrother a handjob was one such occasion.

Once the joint was rolled, I lit it and took a deep hit. As I sucked on it, I thought about Todd’s huge cock. It was all that I’d imagined and so much MORE. Part of me wanted to offer to be his full time whore, a thought which scared the fuck out of me. My life was going so well. I didn’t need any drama or craziness, especially from a millionaire prick who had never given me the time of day.

After five or seven or thirteen hits off the joint, I set it in an ashtray on the coffee table and took a deep breath. The empty cabin was quiet. I glanced around.
Did I lock the door?
I thought.
I think I did. That cock has got me so hot…
My thoughts drifted as I slipped a hand past the waistband of my sweat pants and underneath my lucky green panties.

When my fingers brushed against my pussy lips, I took a deep breath. All the tension faded away as I touched myself with my eyes closed so I could visualize the huge cock I’d just jerked off. I planned to finish myself off then drive away, never to see my stepbrother again. He was great in so many ways, and I loved him, but I couldn’t face the embarrassment.

“You can get more comfortable than that,” Todd said.

I opened my eyes and looked up. He was standing about ten feet away, wearing a robe tied shut.

“Shit, Todd,” I said, pulling my hand out.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “I can help. You made me feel so good.”

The analytical side of my mind wanted to know how he’d found me and why he was interested in me all of a sudden, but the rest of my body didn’t care and wanted him to at least fuck me with his finger. I wasn’t sure I could even fit his gigantic dick inside my tight cunt. That word. He’s got me so hot, I thought as I stood up.

He walked over to me and wrapped his hands around me. As we kissed, his hands stripped off my clothes. I opened his robe and slipped it off his shoulders. When we were both naked, he moved forward, causing me to step back. I collapsed onto the couch and spread my legs as he got down on his knees in front of me.

I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes. They were so dreamy. And then he swiped my slit with his tongue. I sighed, arching my back slightly. His arms snaked up my body and he grabbed my small, breasts, massaging them as he ate me out. The only thing I could think about was the way his mouth touched my tender, delicate skin. I never wanted it to end.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped one of his thick fingers inside my pussy. I moaned, wanting more.

“Fuck me,” I hissed, surprised at myself.

He didn’t need to be told twice. With that huge cock in his hand, he guided the fat bulbous tip to my pussy hole. As it pushed inside me, my breathing quickened. It’s not going to fit, I thought, but he slowly slid inch after inch of his monster cock in me. When it was in as far as it would go, he pulled out just as slowly. I was so wet it slid out easily.

“Yes,” I moaned, feeling my breasts.

The sight of me playing with my nipples must have turned him on, because he increased the tempo of his thrusts. As he pushed in and out of me over and over again, pleasure shot through my body, centering on my clitoris. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I moved my fingers to my clit and rubbed it while he fucked me fast and furiously.

I came a few moments later, the friction building up was too much. My tiny pussy clenched around that massive cock, but it didn’t stop him from penetrating me over and over again. When my body finally stopped shaking, he pushed deep into me one last time and let out a guttural groan. His cock throbbed as he shot his hot, sweet load inside me.

He looked into my eyes. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. After so many years of wanting him, I finally had what I wanted – his huge cock inside me. I had never imagined it would be so big and thick, but it was just how I liked my dicks. When he slowly pulled it out, I frowned slightly. I never wanted it to leave my pussy. Not ever.

After he gave me a peck on the lips, he stood up and stretched out his hand. I let him help me to my feet. We made our way to the bathroom. The walk-in shower had more than enough room for both of us. As the water rained down on our bodies, we kissed again. His dick was limp, but it came to life as I stroked it. He took me from behind as I pressed my hands against the marble wall.

We both had another orgasm. The sensation of that huge cock squirting inside me was too much. Exhausted and wet but more than content, we dried each other off and put on robes. I forgot all about wanting to leave. After making me dinner, he took me back to the main house and showed me his master bedroom. It was fit for a king.

He fucked me like a queen for the third time that night, once again spilling his seed deep inside me. As we laid next to each other on his bed, I ran my fingers over his abs. It was like they were etched from stone. I would have been happy to leave that night or in the morning and never see my stepbrother again, but he wanted me to stay.

“I love you, Tiffy,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” I admitted finally.

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The next morning, we woke up together. I was creeping toward his master bath when he called out.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah,” I said, turning. “Last night was great, but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t want you to lose all your money. We’re just not meant to be together.”

“That’s the thing, Tiffy. I’ve worked it out with some attorneys. We can be together without me losing the money.”

I stared at him as he sat up in bed.
Mmm. That body,
I thought then shook my head slightly. Making a decision based on my sexual urges wasn’t a very wise idea.

“So now you want to be with me, huh?”

He stood up and crossed the room. When he reached me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. That large, proud cock hung limp between his legs, but I felt it press against my bare flesh. We made eye contact, both of us falling silent for a moment. I stared deep into his eyes, trying to make sense of all the emotions and hormones rushing through my body.

“I want you to have my baby,” he whispered into my ear. “We can spend the rest of our lives together finally.”

It would have been nicer if he disregarded the money and chose me instead, but I was a practical woman. The idea of financial freedom was appealing. And that cock. I couldn’t keep it out of my thoughts. Without saying a word, I reached down and grasped it in my hand. My fingers barely fit all the way around it. As I stroked, it got harder.

He kissed me passionately on the lips as his strong hands moved over my body. When he was fully erect, we made our way back to the bed. He laid on his back. I straddled him, reaching down to hold his cock as I lowered myself. It pierced me, penetrating and filling me fully. His hands massaged my breasts as I moved up and down, rocking forward and backward a little to mix it up.

We soon found the perfect rhythm. I was so ready to be a mother. And Todd was the perfect man to give me his seed. The idea of him impregnating me turned me on, getting me so wet. I slid up and down his smooth shaft like it was a ride at an adult amusement park. My hands were pressed against his muscled chest for balance.

My orgasm crept up on me quickly, pleasure washing over my body. As I clenched his thick cock tightly, he continued to thrust into me. And then he came. His dick throbbed as his hot, creamy load was let loose inside me. I almost came a second time as he pushed in and out of me a few more times. When his body finally stopped shaking, I leaned forward, my breasts pressing against his chest.

I didn’t want him to ever pull out of me, but it was a necessity. After a shower together, we spend the next three weeks together. We never left the mansion. It was spectacular. When I learned about my first child, he proposed to me. The wedding ceremony was small, but it was the happiest day of my life. By the time we were done, we had five children together.

Ironically, as we both aged, he gave me more massages than I gave him. Our love was surreal and so real at the same time. All I wanted out of life he provided to me. Mom and Dad eventually came around. When they learned about their first grandchild, they broke down and reached out to us. On our terms. Life was bliss – the taste of his kiss morning, noon, or night.

Bad Boy So Hot

Heidi

The situation couldn’t get much worse. Mack, who claimed he was my boyfriend, paced back and forth in front of the couch. I watched his face, looking for any signs he was about to break down. He stopped and glared down at me. Anger flashed across his face, quickly replaced by a smile. His moods could swing from good to bad and back again in a flash. All the drugs he took didn’t help.

“All I asked was where you were last night and why some chick called the house today.”

“You’re accusing me? Are you really fucking accusing me of cheating on you right now? What about everything I’ve gotten for you.”

He waved his right arm at all the crap he’d bought over the last two months. When I first met Mack, I was in a very bad place. Unlike my stepbrother Cory, I didn’t go to college. While he was about to graduate, my life kept getting worse. The parties were fun as hell at first, but after a while anything fun gets old. And the fights with Mack weren’t worth the brief moments of happiness we shared.

“I never asked for any of this stuff.”

“But I bought it, you ungrateful bitch.”

I stood up. “What did you just call me?”

When he pulled his arm back to hit me, I flinched.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

A moment later, he left the house we were renting, slamming the door behind him with a tremendous amount of force. I fell back onto the couch. The tears wanted to come. They were ready to flow, but I fought them back. My choices in life had led me to where I found myself. It was up to me to make a change for the better.

Mack wasn’t the man for me. My stepbrother Cory was a perfect match, but we’d never gotten too close because we were both told it was wrong to have feelings for each other. I never understood why. We weren’t blood related. I sat back on the couch, the cushion swallowing me. My thoughts turned back to when I first met my dearest stepbrother.

When our parents first hooked up, Cory and I hated each other. Gradually, we both had to admit the other was pretty cool. To me, he was the perfect guy. His body was hard, lean and muscular, but he had a soft side deep down. He was a great listener too. If it wasn’t for him being my stepbrother, I would have made him mine as soon as he turned eighteen years old.

At twenty-one, he had his life in front of him, while at twenty-five, I was an old maid – at least in my mind. Ever since he went away to college, we hadn’t spent much time together. And the more we were apart, the more I desired to be around him. If anyone could break my bad boy habit, it was him. The only problem was he didn’t feel the same way about me.

While I sat and thought, a phone rang. It wasn’t mine either. I stood up and looked on the floor where Mack had been pacing. His cell flashed a green light in the corner and rang again. I stepped over the coffee table and scooped it up. The number on the display wasn’t one I recognized, which made me even more curious. I answered.

“Hello? Who is this?” I asked.

“Who the fuck is this?” a female yelled. “Where the fuck is Mack?”

“This is his fucking fiancé, bitch. Why you calling his number?”

“He left something here last night and he needs to come and pick it up.”

Is this who he was with last night? I wondered.