SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(78)

He pushed himself inside, deeper than he had ever gone before, and an uncontrolled scream ripped from my throat. I thought I could feel him pulsing there as my orgasm finally began to slip slowly away.

We stayed like that for a long minute, panting against each other, his cock still firmly imbedded within me.

“I… oh my. What just happened?” I stammered, my body vibrating. He smiled at me and, without a word, pulled out and lowered me to the ground. His cock was still rock hard, and after a quick check, I found he hadn’t come. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling inadequate. I mean, how difficult was it to make a man come?

“Absolutely nothing.” He smiled. He led me this time, across the courtyard, holding his pants up with his free hand. “If I’m only going to get one shot with you, I’m damn well going to make the most of it.”

He almost dragged me to the low wall that overlooked the parking lot, and with a force I was not used to, turned me and bent me over it. My heart was in my mouth. This felt dangerous, and I was not entirely comfortable. I had no chance to object, though, before he pushed my skirt up, exposing my ass and waiting, wet pussy, and shoved his dick back into me, hard.

I cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his tip hit something deep inside me. He pulled back out, slipping deliciously along my inside walls. I felt every vein and ridge as he glided across my most intimate areas. He stopped, a single, throbbing inch of him still poised exasperatingly at my slick entrance.

“You want me inside you?” he whispered from behind me.

“Yes,” I breathed, still trembling from my first orgasm. The sensations had not yet died, and every twitch of him or small movement sent exciting pulses though my body, edging me closer towards oblivion.

“Beg,” he ordered.

“Please.”

“What was that? Please what?”

“Please, fuck, put your big cock back inside me… Oh fuck!” I screamed as he penetrated me again, driving himself so deep I couldn’t take it. He slammed himself into me, over and over. Small yelps of pleasure erupted from me as he continued to thrust. I saw people crossing the parking lot below us. James leaned forward, still fucking me, and clamped his hand over my mouth. I was turned on even more, my cries changing to muffled gasps under his strong hand.

He increased his pace. I swear his cock was growing. Those waves of ecstasy started lapping at the shores of my full pussy once more, bringing me closer and closer to coming again. I had lost control of myself again, and as I felt him shove so hard, one last time, I banged the wall beside me with my fist, then punched his arm, forcing his hand away from my mouth, and screamed in orgasm once more. My legs weakened, my knees trembled, and only his amazing dick, practically spearing me to the wall, stopped me from falling. My pussy felt like it was on fire as, finally, his cock released its hot load inside me. Pulse after pulse shot jet after jet of cum deep into my grateful pussy.

A couple in the parking lot looked up at the noise, but we were hidden in the half-light. My body began to come back to itself, and I felt the final spasms of his orgasm fade, his iron bar of a dick softening. Both still panting, he dropped to the ground, and we scooted around until we were sitting side by side, our backs against the wall.

“Well,” he muttered between breaths, “that was…”

“I know…”

My head was still spinning, and I couldn’t keep the stupid smile off my face as my body started to relax. A blissful feeling of quiet, stress-free euphoria exuded from my sore but satisfied pussy, flowing through every muscle and fiber of my body.

“Now what?” I asked him.

“I thought that was it.” He laughed as he stood and pulled up his pants. “But, if you like, I’d be honored if you let me buy you a drink.”

“That’s a bit backwards,” I smiled. “But sure.”

I let him help me up and wriggled my dress down so I was decent. Soon enough, we looked presentable, if a little sloppy.

“By the way,” he said as we headed back into the hotel, “going commando? Nice!”





James



Fuck. What a fuck. That was the only way I could describe it. One world-class fuck. I figured that would be it, and I also figured we’d be up in my suite, not against a wall outside the hotel. I just couldn’t get enough of her, though. Summer. She was even more stunning close up than from across the hall. And so sexy. That hot mouth, those sultry, mischievous, pure-green eyes, that firm, beautiful butt. Man, that exquisite, smooth, and welcoming pussy.

And the noises she made, the lack of kissing, the fact that she deliberately came to this dinner without any underwear. Everything about her was sheer sex. I was sure she would be gone as soon as I came. When she agreed to stick around, I felt my heart flip. We opted to make use of my suite over her regular room. I let her in, and she ran through to the bedroom immediately.

“I’m starving. Can you order me a burger or something?” she called as she disappeared. I phoned room service for a couple of burgers and some fries. I had them add a bottle of champagne as well, for a touch of class. I heard the shower running as I hung up, and the bedroom door opened.

“Summer…” I managed as I turned around, but the rest of the words disappeared from my brain altogether. She stood in the doorway that linked my suite’s lounge to its bedroom, piling her glorious hair up onto her head, completely naked. Despite the last ten minutes’ exertions, my cock began to stiffen again. Her skin was flawless, toned, and tanned. Her long neck drew down to her slender shoulders, which then filled out into the most perfect, pert, full pair of breasts I had ever seen, each pointed with a small, beautiful pink nipple. My dick grew larger as my eyes traveled down her luscious body, over her trim waist with a single silver bar piercing to highlight her naval, down her slim hips, and onto the bare mound between her supple, shapely legs. “Oh my god…” I realized it was me talking as her face showed an amused and contented smiled.