The Problem with Sports - M.E. Clayton Page 0,47
moaned as I felt Nathan’s tongue run a long, smooth path from my clit to my ass. My head dropped as Nathan worked his tongued expertly over my sex. I already knew he was particularly skilled at eating pussy, but I planned to never take his talents for granted. “Nathan…”
He pulled away and I felt his thumb rubbing everything within its reach. “Let me get this condom on, baby, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” I was so desperate, it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to forget the condom, but then I remembered he used to be a professional athlete. While I trusted that Nate wouldn’t do anything to harm me, a person could never be too safe.
And as if he could read my mind, he said, “After this weekend, we’re both getting tested, so I can stop using these fucking things with you. But, fair warning, I’ve never had sex without a condom before, so I’m probably only going to last three seconds the first time.” I let out a muffled laugh. “But we’ll just have to keep fucking until I build up a respectable tolerance for that tight cunt of yours, baby.”
His hands retuned to my ass, and spreading me wide again, I felt his spit land on the rosette of my ass and drizzle downward to mix with the wetness already leaking out of my body.
“Hang the fuck on,” he growled, right before he slammed his entire length inside my body.
“Oh, God…”
With one hand digging into my hip, I felt the other grabbed a fistful of my hair as Nathan yanked my head backwards. His lips next to my ear, he said, “I can’t wait to fuck you raw, Andrea. I can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of your body. I can’t wait to flood your cunt.” My body contracted around him, and he let out a dark chuckle. “You like that? You like thinking about how I’m going to unload inside you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, eager for what he was promising.
His thrusts became harder and deeper, and his length was making it almost too painful to take. Nathan’s size was always going to be a challenge, but I welcomed it.
Letting go of my hair, both his hands were now digging into my hips as he crashed his body into mine over, and over, and over again. With my legs being held prisoner by my pants, I couldn’t even adjust my legs to ease any of the force of his thrusts. And every stab into my body, Nathan was giving me every inch of his cock. My ass hit his groin with every single drive.
“I’ll never get enough of this pussy, baby,” he grunted behind me. “It’ll never be enough.”
“Nathan…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Please…” I wanted to cum. I needed to cum. “More…”
“Fuck, I love the way you beg for my cock,” he moaned, and before I could beg for more, I felt another dribble of spit land on my ass. We hadn’t gotten around to anal sex yet, but I knew it would only be a matter of time. And that thought was confirmed when I felt Nathan’s thumb pop past my puckered ring of resistance.
And. I. Moaned.
He started working his thumb in opposite rhythm of his dick and the double penetration had me dripping. “You like that, Andrea? You like me inside your ass?”
“Oh, God…Nathan…oh…oh, God…” I panted.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you better believe I’m going to work my cock inside this tight ass of your soon.” My fingers turned white with the grip I had on the couch and I let out choked cry. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Cum on that thick dick while you take my finger up your ass.”
Holy fuck.
“Nathan!” I threw my head back, and almost broke all my nails on the couch as I came all over him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…baby…”
“Oh, God…”
“I’m cumming,” he warned me. “Keep squeezing my cock, baby.”
Whatever else he might be saying was lost in a haze of tremors or was being drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears. My entire body lost its skeletal support, and my head was resting on the backrest of the couch and my body went limp. The only proof of life was my harsh breathing and the twitches of aftermath.
“Jesus Christ,” Nathan swore behind me before pulling out of my body. The second he was clear, I collapsed on the couch. Nathan chucked, but I just laid