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“More…” I say, turning my head to the side so that I can get the words out. My muscles are still twitching and burning, but I need more; I need him to fuck me until my conscious mind fades away entirely, and all that’s left of me is unbridled unconsciousness.
“Gladly,” he groans, taking his cock out of my pussy. He places his hands on my ass cheeks and, spreading them wide, he then starts rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my crack. I grit my teeth as he presses his thickness against my asshole and I scream again as he starts sliding it in. He does it without no hesitation or gentleness; he just slides it in at a steady pace, his thick shaft pushing my inner walls back on its way in.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at the sheets and bunching them up with trembling fingers. He drives all of his inches into me, and then he starts pounding me furiously, my body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his. Now that he’s in control of my mouth and pussy, it’s time he takes my ass as well. And that’s exactly what he does; he fucks me as if I exist just to please him and, right now, I’d say that’s the truth.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him, this time wanting him to cum as well. I need to feel his warm juices on me, his cock gushing out that raging river over my body… God, I used to be such a sweet innocent girl, and now look at me: desperate to have Danny cum all over my naked body after fucking me in the ass.
I love it.
“All the way, Danny…” I moan. “I want you to… fuck me… all the way…” I continue, my eyes closed shut as pleasure tears my brain apart. My ass tightens up around his shaft like a vice as I come again, waves of merciless pleasure crashing against both my mind and body, but this time I feel his cock pulsing too.
“I’m going to --” he starts, but he never gets to finish his sentence. He stops thrusting and, his cock buried deep inside my ass, he starts gushing out i
n a torrent. I feel his warm semen filling me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my ass. I crawl slightly forward, forcing his cock to pop out of my ass, and I feel thick strands of cum hitting me straight on the back.
“Yes, do it…” I moan, turning around so that I’m lying flat on my back, my hands squeezing my breasts as he holds his cock in one hand and sprays his seed all over me. His head is thrown back, an expression of utter bliss on his face.
When he opens his eyes to look at me, I can only imagine the glorious sight in front of me; I’m covered in cum, almost from head to toe. I feel it dripping out of my mouth and down my face, and both my tits are drenched in it, streams of semen making their way down the side of my body and staining the sheets underneath me.
By the time he’s done, his cock no longer spraying me with cum, I’m almost drowning in it. I sit up on the bed and, without thinking, place both my hands on his face and pull him into me. Our lips touch and the world around us fades away into nothingness.
Our tongues battle one another, dancing over the blanket of cum inside my mouth. But he wants more, and so he pulls back from our kiss and, using the tip of his tongue, traces a straight line toward my breasts. Scooping up all the cum he can find, he then returns to my mouth and we kiss again, gooey drops of semen glistening on our chins as we surrender to uncontrollable lust.
“This is it,” he whispers suddenly, looking into my eyes with an expression far more powerful than a lustful one - an expression of love. “This is everything I want. Forget about the Super Bowl, as long as I’m with you I’m going to be the happiest man on Earth.”
“I can say the same, you know?”
With that, we hold each other and sit there, in silence. We’ve said everything we needed to, and now we only need our eyes to keep the conversation going.
Danny Manning, my heart’s MVP.
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Epilogue - Fiona
“Holy shit, he’s going to -- TOUCHDOWN!” Cody yells, jumping from his seat and brandishing one fist up in the air. I jump up too, and it seems that the whole stadium is going to erupt. The crowd roars like a giant monster, and I scream as loud as I can, a big smile on my face.
Danny ran through the defense like a hot knife through butter, cocked his elbow with clockwork precision and then sent the ball through the air in a perfect arch. It landed neatly into the wide receiver’s hands, and all he to do was dive into the end zone. Touchdown with five seconds on the clock, and the Nailers were down by three. And this is the big game - SuperBowl.
“I did it! I fucking did it! Danny shouts, running through the field and heading straight for me. He takes the strap off his helmet, lets it fall on the grass and then jumps over the barriers between the field and the seats. He grabs me with his big hands, pulling me into his arms and crushing his mouth against mine. “I did it, babe!” He cries out, an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.
“I knew you would,” I tell him, kissing him back. “Now go get that trophy - you earned it.” With a wink and a smile, he gets down onto the field again, and assumes his position for the mandatory five seconds left.
The MILFs try to make a miracle, but it’s too late for them. The referee call it in, and everyone goes completely crazy. I wave my Nailers’ flag up in the air, grinning like crazy as the whole Nailers team congregates in the middle of the field, two big guys grabbing Danny and carrying him on their shoulders.
The Nailers comeback is one for the history books - they took a mighty beating during the first half of the game, and then they completely destroyed everyone in their during the last twenty minutes. And all thanks to whom? Danny Manning, of course - the best player in the league, and my man.
Working like crazy, the stadium workers set up a stage in the center of the field, and a parade starts as the Nailers line up on the stage, eager to get their hands in the big prize. Two scantily clad women bring the trophy onto the stage, and they head straight to Danny.
I can almost see the excitement in his eyes as he curls his fingers around the trophy’s handles. He raises the trophy into the air and the crowd roars once more, chants of Danny! Danny! echoing through the stadium.
Someone shoves a mic into Danny’s hands, and the chants die a little as everyone wants to hear what the Nailers’ savior has to say. Do you want to know what his first word is?
“FIONA!” He cries out, looking straight toward me. “Get down here!” He says, and the cameras focus on, my confused face showing on the Jumbotron. “Get down here,” he repeats, and Kim pinches my arm.
“Go,” she whispers, and Cody pushes me up to my feet. I climb down the barriers clumsily with the help of two police men, and then I start making my way toward the stage, suddenly feeling as if I’m at the center of the universe, every single pair of eyeballs in the States watching me.
The moment I’m close enough to Danny, he laces my waist with one arm and pulls me into him. “This here,” he raises the trophy in their with one hand, “I owe to this woman.”
