Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(46)

Slowly I felt his fingers press deep inside me. I gasped, breaking off the kiss, as he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out, fucking me. He grinned at me, pressing his fingers deeper, working them around me, and I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping my mouth.

“That’s right, girl,” he whispered. “Moan my name. I want to hear you say it.”

“Travis,” I groaned, not able to stop myself. I couldn’t believe how much control he had over my body as he worked me with his fingers, pressing deep inside me and slowly sliding out.

I felt him work back onto my clit, sliding his fingers along me. I kissed his lips, hungry for him, grinding my hips against him. He worked me as I kissed him harder, harder, getting deeper into it.

Suddenly he pulled back. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him. I straddled his lap and kissed him hard. He pulled my shirt off, tossing it aside, and then pulled my hair gently, tipping my chin back. He kissed my neck and felt my breasts with his free hand before undoing my bra. He slid that off and tossed it aside as well.

He kissed me hard then, his hands roaming my body freely. I wasn’t used to moving so fast with a man, but I couldn’t stop myself with Travis. There was something so powerful, and I felt it bubbling up to the surface from underneath me. I began to slowly work my hips against him, needing it, desperate for that contact.

He kissed my neck again, his hands teasing my breasts. “Fuck your body is perfect,” he said. “Your fucking pussy is tight as hell, and these tits are incredible.”

“You don’t need to compliment me anymore,” I said, smiling. “I’m already topless.”

“At this point, I just need you to know what you fucking do to me.” He took my hand and slowly guided it down. He placed it on his cock and I bit my lip. He was hard as hell.

“This is what I do?” I asked, slowly sliding my hand along his length.

“God damn right it is,” he grunted. “You get me hard as fuck. Look at you, Hartley. My cock can’t lie.”

I bit my lip and then stood up. He moved to get up, but I pushed him back down, dropping to my knees in front of him. His eyes were all fire and intensity as I unbuckled his belt, sliding it out, and then unbuttoned his pants. I slowly took them off him, sliding them away.

He sat there, his big, thick cock straining against his boxer briefs. I looked up at him, teasing him just a little bit, as I slowly slid off his underwear.

His cock was big and hard, standing straight and thick. I tried not to marvel at it too much, but I couldn’t help myself. I slowly slid my hand up along his length, biting my lip.

“You’re staring like you just won a prize,” he said.

“Maybe I did.”

He grinned at me. “You have no idea.”

I slowly licked him from base to tip before taking him into my mouth. I could barely fit him as I began to suck his tip, my tongue rolling around. He groaned as I jerked his thick shaft off, sucking his tip, using my spit to slide along his skin.

“There’s nothing better in this world than a fucking pretty girl sucking cock,” he said. “And Hartley, you have to be the fucking prettiest.”

I continued to work him, sucking his tip and jerking him off. He groaned, loving it, and that only made me even more wet. He pressed my head down slightly and I let him, sliding his cock into my throat, amazed at how much of him I could take, and amazed that there was even more left.

“Oh fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “Suck that fucking cock, girl.”

I worked him, letting him fuck my mouth, sliding his big dick down my throat. I moaned, not able to help myself, losing it completely. I loved a man that took control, that made me suck his dick the way he wanted it and wasn’t afraid to tell me what he needed. Travis wasn’t shy about pushing his thick cock down my throat, and that only excited me more.

I pulled his cock out and took a deep breath, jerking him off and looking up at him.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and kissed me hard. “You have no clue what that does to me,” he said after the kiss was done. “Those tits, you jerking this cock. Fuck. I can’t take this shit anymore. I have to feel that cunt wrapped around my big cock.”

He stood up, pulling me up with him. He undressed me fast and easily, sliding my jeans down over my ass and kissing my skin as he went. He tossed my pants aside, went down on his knees in front of me, and grabbed my ass. He pulled me against him, spreading my legs.

I was surprised to feel his mouth and tongue begin to work my pussy. He began to suck and lick my clit, kneeling down in front of me. I laced my fingers through his thick hair, pleasure rolling through my body. He supported me, holding my ass as his tongue worked me. He sucked and licked me, working in circles around my clit, eating every inch of me.

I felt his tongue press inside me and I gasped. His tongue fucked my pussy, pressing deep inside me. I began to roll my hips, grinding down against his face as he ate me, his mouth starving and hungry for more.

“I can suck this clit all fucking day,” he said finally, standing. I was panting and staring at him, pleasure and need rocking through me. “Absolutely fucking delicious.”

I grabbed his shirt and tore it off him. I ran my fingers down his defined chest while he grinned at me. I traced the lines of the many tattoos he had all over him and felt the scars dotting his skin.

“You have a lot of scars,” I said.

“I told you, I’ve been shot at a lot.”

“You never said the bullets hit you.”

He grinned, tipping my chin up. “You never asked.”

He kissed me again, hard, and I felt his hands beginning to work my pussy again. He pressed his fingers deep inside me, and I let him take me, let him do whatever he wanted.

He worked me within an inch of ecstasy, and I couldn’t think at all. Suddenly he pushed me back, turning me, spreading my legs.

“Stay like that,” he commanded.

I put my hands on the back of the couch and looked over my shoulder. He grabbed his jeans, pulled a condom from his wallet, and tore open the wrapper.

I stared back at him, feeling so fucking exposed, and that felt so incredible. I wanted him to look at me, to look at my dripping pussy. He rolled the condom over his cock and grabbed my hips, pulling me against him.

I gasped, an explosion of pleasure and pain, as he sank his cock deep between my legs.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, grasping the couch hard. “Holy shit, Travis.”

“That’s right,” he grunted in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “I love feeling this cock spread you wide open.”

He slowly began to slide in and out. I couldn’t believe the way his cock filled me, filled every inch of me. I was dripping wet and he easily slid deep inside me.

“Fuck, Hartley. You’re like a fucking vice on this cock,” he said.

I reached back and pulled him down toward me, kissing him. He began to rock back and forth, pushing deeper and harder inside me. I pulled away from the kiss, unable to stop my moans as he began to thrust.

This was what I wanted, what I’d needed and been building toward. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted him to take my body, to fuck me deep and rough and fill my every inch. I rocked my hips back, rolling along his length, taking that big cock. He fucked me deep and hard, his body rough against mine. Sweat was rolling down our bodies freely, and that didn’t matter to me.

The only thing was him fucking me deep. That was all I needed, the only thing in the world for me in that moment. I began to roll my hips back against his big dick, taking him deep inside me, letting him fuck me rough.

The man was hard and rough as he began to thrust inside me, fucking me savagely. I moaned loudly, bucking my hips back against him, rolling my ass and taking that cock. I wanted him so badly, wanted to feel the coarse stubble on his chin, hear his grunts of pleasure mingle with my moans of desire.

Just then, he pulled his hips back. I felt him grab me and turn me around, spinning us both. He sat down on the couch and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his hips again and he slowly guided my hips downward, pressing his cock deep inside me.

I gasped, kissing his lips hard. He held my ass as I slowly slid up along his shaft and back down again, taking his every inch. I could tell I was close, so deliciously close, and I needed it.

“I love seeing that body sweat,” he whispered in my ear as I began to ride him faster, sliding up and down his thick cock, taking him deep inside me. “I love the way you moan, the way you take this cock.”

“I’m so close,” I moaned. “Travis, I’m so close.”

“You want to come for me?” he asked. “You want to come on this big cock?”

“Please,” I begged.

“Ride that dick, girl. Ride my fucking cock.”

I worked my hips, rolling faster and faster. “Fuck, Travis.”

“Come on, girl, ride that fucking cock.”

He grabbed my hips, helping me rock and roll my hips, his cock deep inside me. I moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure rock through my skin, every inch of me on fire.

He pressed his hips against mine, working with me. We moved like that, perfectly in sync, my body on fire with pleasure. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear. “Come for me,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.”

That did it for me. That tipped me over the edge. I could feel the orgasm burst out from my body and completely overwhelm me, rolling through my skin. I tipped my head back, moaning with abandon, completely mindless.