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I open my mouth to scream, but all that leaves my lips is a faint croak of ecstasy; I come like that, barely able to utter a sound. My muscles start to twitch, and I bury my fingernails so deep in his flesh that it’s a wonder I’m not drawing blood.
“You’re… You’re…”
“Amazing, I know,” he completes my sentence, softly kissing me as he pulls out.
“Yes, that’s the word,” I smile, suddenly feeling so spent that smiling is the only thing I can do. Without another word, he goes up to his feet and picks me up from the couch. Carrying me in his arms, he crosses the living room and goes up the stairway; in
the upper floor of his apartment, he goes straight for the bedroom, gently placing me down on the mattress.
Lying down on the place he sleeps every day somehow energizes me, and I summon the hidden reserves of energy inside of me. I roll to the side and then, lying flat on my stomach, I push myself up. Now on all fours, I start wiggling my ass as an invitation.
“Tired already?” I throw the question he asked me before right back at him, and a wild grin dances on his lips. He comes up to me, hooks his fingers on my thighs, and then pulls me to the edge of the bed. Still standing, he angles his cock down and thrusts at once, resting both his hands on my ass cheeks. Without even waiting for him, I start to thrust my ass back, igniting the movement of both our bodies. Soon enough, the sound of flesh on flesh, my cheeks slapping his thighs, fills his whole bedroom. I add high-pitched moans of pleasure to the chorus, a symphony of lust and desire silencing my rational side. Right now I’m a creature living on pure instinct. And it feels amazing… It feels liberating.
“Fuck me… as hard as you can,” I tell him, looking back at him over my shoulder. His reply is a simple grin, but that’s enough for me. He starts upping his pace until my eyes start rolling in their orbits. For a moment, I stop seeing and hearing; my brain just refuses to keep on working and surrenders to the unstoppable avalanche of pleasure that crashes against it.
My pussy tightens up around Danny’s shaft and I just explode. I let out a scream loud enough to shatter glass and it feels like wasps are buzzing under my taut muscles. That burning sensation becomes almost unbearable, and it almost feels as if I’m really on fire.
At the same time, I feel his cock pulsing violently and I realize that he’s close. Gritting my teeth, I push my ass back against him, forcing his cock to go as deep as possible; with that, his cock throbs again, this time even more violently, and I moan as I feel him cumming inside of me.
With his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, I hold still as he unleashes a torrent of cum inside of me. His warm fluids fill me up to the brim, and I sigh loudly as I feel juices starting to drip down my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans, slowly pulling back. I look back over my shoulder, thinking that he’s done, but I’m wrong; he starts stroking himself, thick ropes of semen flying straight onto my back and crisscrossing over my skin. I let him cover my body with his seed and only when he’s done do I allow myself to collapse on the bed. Falling with my stomach down on the mattress, I let out a tired sigh.
What in the world just happened? I thought Danny was a man, not a god… But the way he handles himself and his cock tells me otherwise. He has the assets, and he has the skills. It doesn’t matter if he’s inside the field or inside the bedroom; the man is a born killer. It’s almost weird to think back to how charming he was back in the restaurant. Judging by the way he fucked me, you’d say he’d be more at ease among a pack of Vikings than in an upscale restaurant.
“That was amazing,” he whispers, lying down by my side. I open my eyes just to look at him, and there’s an easy smile on his lips. He looks handsome right now, his short hair plastered to his head from all the sweat covering his body. He really took it seriously when I told him to fuck me as hard as he could.
“It was way more than amazing,” I whisper back at him, making the effort to bridge the distance between our mouths just to feel his lips once more.
We stay like that for what seems like an eternity, just looking into each other’s eyes. There’s an afterglow to both of us and, by God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good—and happy—ever before.
Danny Manning, the man who came crashing into my life. Literally.
28
Danny
Fuck, why the hell am I sore? I think to myself as the morning sun tumbles inside the room, making its way past the curtains and hitting me straight in the face. I sit up on the bed, kicking the sheets back, and I start smelling something … Eggs. What the hell?
Fiona, her name lights up in my mind like a neon sign, and the memories of last night flood me all at once. No wonder I’m sore today; I really gave it my all with her. It’s kinda ironic, really. I usually don’t wake up this sore after a tough game. Bruised and battered, sure, but not sore. That girl really is something else …
I even showered with her; can you believe that? Yeah, shampooed her hair and shit like that. And it felt fucking amazing. I have a feeling that if I keep her around much longer that stuff like that is going to happen more often. Fuck, I hope I don’t end up like these idiots.
I swing my legs out of the bed and go up to my feet, stretching. My back pops as I do it, like it does every morning, and I walk out of the room only in my boxer briefs. I head downstairs, following the smell of scrambled eggs and fried bacon, and Fiona doesn’t even notice me coming up behind her.
She’s standing in the kitchen, barefoot and wearing only her thong and my button-up shirt from last night. On her, it looks more like a dress than a shirt.
“‘G’morning,” I say, resting my hands on her hips and pressing my body against hers. I lay one kiss on her neck and she turns to me with an easy smile.
“G’morning,” she repeats with a purr, leaning in and softly brushing her lips against mine. Just tasting her mouth is enough for my cock to come back to life, and she notices it right away. “What’s this?” she asks me, sliding one hand down my stomach and curling her fingers around my growing shaft.
“No idea, ma’am.”
“Concealed carry? You gotta have a license for that, Mr. Manning,” she teases me, tightening her fingers around my cock. Fuck, I’ve been awake for only a few minutes and I’m already dying to be inside of her again. Every time I spend a night with a woman I usually kick them out the moment I wake up.
“I don’t have a license. But I can take my gun out, if that’s what you want,” I tell her, pulling her into me and pressing my lips on hers.
“Maybe,” she whispers, but then my toaster goes off with a ding! New item on my to-do list: throw that toaster out the window. “But breakfast first.”
