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Fifty Yard Line 11

Poppy

Igasped,arched,made some strange high pitch squeaking noise I wished I could take back, but I was already on to gasping for my next breath. My body was out of my control. It twitched, jerked, trembled until it became impossible to stay still. My thighs clenched his shoulders. Those fucking massive, perfect shoulders, and that’s when he pushed a finger into me. Then two and I threw my casted arm back and over my head in surrender as my fingers on my good hand gripped the back of his head and held, pushed, until all I could say was his name. I repeated it like it was a mantra until I couldn’t speak, breathe, think, as the force of what I knew was absolutely the first real orgasm of my life ripped through me in such a violent wave I thought I could see through the ceiling and look at the cosmos.

By the time I could focus my vision, it was to see that gorgeous face of his lifting, wet lips at my thigh, licking, sucking, leaving a mark there as if I needed a reminder of this moment. I wasn’t sure my body was still working, but he apparently knew it could, because he stood up and then pulled me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom. He said, “I need more space for this.”

He slid out of the rest of his clothing and tore open the condom. I blinked as he slid that on and then slipped onto the bed with me. He pushed my thighs wide, kneeled between them and started licking me again, bringing me back up that mountain so fast this time. I was so close to a second wave. It broke as he pulled away and then pushed himself into me.

The new invasion of that thick, long cock as I pulsed was enough to remind me I told him it better be out of this world. It was. I was sure I was floating somewhere in another dimension as he moved over me, lips to mine, tongue in my mouth, cock in my pussy, and I never thought it would feel like this. Like I couldn’t get enough of him and yet didn’t understand how my body was even functioning after that last climax.

He pushed harder, faster, and then looked me in the eye as his jaw tightened and he made a delicious sound of release right before leaning in and licking my lips with that skilled tongue of his. He didn’t collapse his weight onto me. He eased out, moved to his side, and then removed the condom. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and came back. He looked at me and asked, “Water?”

I shook my head no. “You.”

His lip twitched and he moved back into the bed, and I rolled to cuddle up as close to him as possible. He might not have had the same experience, and that was okay. I just…never thought it would be that good, so it made it really complicated for me to think that he didn’t want to do this with me forever because now I did this with him, knew it could feel like this in real life, I just…wanted to do it again, and more, and always.

How did they convince them to stay in the books? I considered in most of them they would fuck a woman into submission. Give her such great sex it didn’t matter what they looked like or what planet they were from. I placed my casted hand on his bicep and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, and he was probably about to sleep. With me, all over him, still. A little nap. It was snowing and the night was young, so a little nap, and when he woke up, I would be sure to let him know that I too could be a force of nature.

I hoped.

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