his thickness filled every inch of me, widening my inner walls. Darryl wasted no time—he grabbed my ankles to hold my legs wide apart and began fucking me hard, pulling his cock out until only the tip remained inside and then crashing it back into me. He groaned and rolled his head back. The sight of him was as pleasing as the physical contact—the dark features of his face, the tattoos on his neck, chest, and arms, and the glistening muscle that was still damp from the shower.
I gasped and groaned with each thrust as he had his way with me.
He leaned down and kissed me roughly, sliding his tongue into my mouth to go along with his cock in my pussy. Then he pulled back and said, “Stand up.”
My legs were like jelly as I rose from the bench. Darryl kissed me again, longer this time, pressing me against the nearby locker until the metal was cold against my bare ass.
“Bend over.”
Before I could obey, he spun me around like I was his own fuck-toy to do with as he pleased. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down roughly until my head was inside the locker and my ass was in the air.
“Spread that ass for me,” he growled.
I obeyed without thought. I wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him what he wanted. Because I knew what he wanted would feel just as good for me, if not better. I reached back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart for him. I waited for him to fill me from behind, but for several heartbeats nothing happened. He was letting me remain like that, vulnerable and uncertain. With my head inside the locker I couldn’t see what he was doing.
He didn’t touch any other part of my body—the only thing I felt was his thick cock sliding into my pussy lips. He pushed deeper, filling me completely, then pulled all the way out again.
“Keep spreading them,” he ordered. “Spread that ass while I fuck you.”
He buried his dick inside me again, then pulled all the way out. Each time the pleasure was more and more intense—feeling him fill me completely, then leave entirely. The anticipation each time was a powerful thing. Wondering if he would keep fucking me, or if he would make me do something else.
While he had been mine to command out on the field earlier, now the roles were reversed. And I loved every moment of it.
I quivered and moaned as he fucked me. Each thrust became harder, shaking my entire body. The pleasure was different than normal, more intense than constant penetration and stimulation. Somehow it turned me on more than normal sex.
Finally Darryl gave in to whatever he had been holding back. He grabbed my waist with both hands and began fucking me roughly. Hard thrusts like he was trying to break me in half, but this time remaining inside of me. I had never been interested in rough sex before, but tonight this was exactly what my body needed. He pummeled my pussy with his cock, ravaging me with my head in the locker and the fabric of a baseball jersey rubbing against my cheek.
“Harder,” I begged, even though I didn’t think he could possibly fuck me harder than he already was. “Harder, give it to me Darryl, harder…”
Everything kicked up a notch. His grip on my waist tightened. He reached up and grabbed my ponytail, squeezing it and pulling so that I had to arch my back. His huge cock went to town on me, pummeling me with tremendous ecstasy. The combination of all of it—Darryl himself, the rough sex, and doing it in the locker room—brought me to an orgasm that was so intense it was almost painful, like my entire body was being electrocuted in the middle of a hurricane.
“Fuck,” Darryl groaned as his thighs slapped against my ass cheeks. “Fuck, Natalie, oh fuck…”
He pulled his cock out and slid it up between my ass cheeks. As he roared I felt his hot come shooting all over my back, rope after sticky rope, and I twisted in the locker so I could watch his handsome face twist with ecstasy, and his eyes locked onto mine and we shared a lifetime of emotion in the span of five erotic seconds.
Both of us panted as we came down from our individual climaxes. His grip on my waist lessened and he slid it down to