Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance(59)

“I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy ever since I first felt it.” He slowly pressed himself deep inside me. I tipped my head back, moaning as that incredible, pleasurable mix jolted through me.

“Fucking shit, Hartley,” he said. “God damn your pussy is incredible. It was made for this fucking cock.”

He pressed himself deep inside me, and I groaned as he filled my every inch. I couldn’t believe that I could take him again, but there he was, his cock deep inside me, my legs spread wide.

He slowly began to slide in and out. He leaned forward and kissed me, our tongues touching, his hand holding my hair as he slowly slid himself deep in and deep out. I was soaking wet, and so I took his cock easily, letting him press as deeply as he wanted into me.

He fucked me deep and slow, kissing my mouth, and I just wanted to feel him. He pulled back for a second, pulled his shirt off, and then came back to me, kissing my lips. I reached out and ran my fingers down his ripped abs as he slowly thrust inside me, fucking me deep and slow.

I loved it, loved the way he felt. I loved the way his thick cock filled me to the brim, and I felt like I was overflowing with him. His lips were soft and firm against mine, his tongue delicious in my mouth.

He pulled his mouth from mine and pressed his lips against my ear. “Every second I’m around you, I’m thinking about fucking this tight pussy,” he whispered. He thrust deep inside me and I moaned.

“I’m thinking about this body, about that ass in my hands. I’m fucking hard as hell every time you so much as speak.”

As he whispered in my ear, he continued to fuck me deep and slow, but getting faster, harder. I supported myself on my elbows as he held my hair with one hand, the other one grabbing my hip. His cock thrust deep against me, slowly and firmly. All I could do was moan his name, overwhelmed by his words, his skin, the way he took me and made me his.

“All I want is to make this pussy come,” he whispered. “I feel more alive deep inside this cunt than I do anywhere else. You drive me fucking mad with this pussy.”

He pulled back and then pressed me down, flat on my back. He began to fuck me harder, sliding deeply in and out, holding my legs wide open. I pressed my breasts together, feeling myself, so lost in the moment, so overwhelmed by the pleasure rolling through my body.

I loved the intense look on his face as he fucked me, the way he looked at my body. I watched as he spread my legs wide and then pressed his fingers against my clit, fucking my pussy and rubbing my clit. I moaned, feeling it rush through me, sensing that edge getting closer and closer. I loved the way he fucked me, the way he took my body rough and deep.

Just then he stepped back and slowly slid himself out of me. I groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me off the table. He practically carried me into the living room and pressed me down onto the rug, on my knees. He put me on all fours, taking me and slowly pressing his cock deep inside me from behind.

I spread my legs wide, my ass in the air as he began to fuck me deeply from behind. “I love seeing this ass,” he grunted. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned, rolling my hips back against him. “I love how fucking hungry you are for this cock. You can’t get enough of it.”

He fucked me hard, not holding anything back. I wanted him badly, needed him to fill me up. That was all I could think about as he fucked me deep and hard, our animal bodies sweating, coming together. I wanted him to make me come, knew I was so fucking close.

I rolled my hips, bucking back against him. He smacked my ass again, making me moan his name. I let him fuck me rough as he grabbed my hips, pulled my hair, smacked my ass. I was his to fuck, his pussy to fill.

He reached around my hips and began to work my clit, his big cock thrusting deep inside me.

“I want you to come on this big dick,” he said. “I want you to come for me.”

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

“You want to come on this big cock. You love being a bad girl for me, getting this ass smacked, making your body sweat. You fucking love coming on my cock”

“Oh god, Travis. Oh my god.” I could feel it then, the edge fast approaching, the orgasm building in my core.

“Go ahead, you fucking bad girl. Go ahead and come for me.” He fucked me harder, savagely, roughly, and deep.

It rolled over me like a train. My body tensed, and I couldn’t control myself anymore as the orgasm took me over. He held my hips, keeping his cock deep inside me as I came, moans rolling from my mouth as pleasure rolled along my spine.

In that moment, there was nothing else but Travis. I was his completely, no reservations, nothing held back. As I came hard, his thick cock deep between my legs, I knew there was nothing else.

As I came, I could hear his own grunts as he fucked me deep and rough. I knew he was coming deep inside me, and I rolled my hips, working his cock.

We came together like that. I wanted him to fill my pussy up with his cum, wanted him to feel as good as I felt.

My orgasm slowly passed. His strokes got longer, slower, and finally he collapsed onto the rug next to me, our bodies intertwined. I was breathing deeply, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He grinned at me, shaking his head.

“You’re fucking something else, Hartley,” he said.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I answered, smiling.

We stayed there, not moving, enjoying this moment. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, how we were going to get out of this horrible situation, but at least I had this moment. I had Travis and I felt good, right, wrapped in his arms.

Whatever came next, I knew I had this.





18





Travis





Another night on the couch, another morning of pancakes. I didn’t know why I kept making them, but she seemed to like it, and I didn’t mind.

Maybe we needed a little normalcy. We’d been jumping between fearing for our lives, making deals with dangerous people, and fucking each other like there was nothing left in the world. Pancakes and coffee in the morning felt safe, normal, and it evened us out.

We talked idly at breakfast, neither of us mentioning what we had done on the table just the day before. But it was always there, in the back of my mind, waiting there. I couldn’t get the way she looked at me as she came out of my damn head, or the way I felt as I filled that pussy up.

That desire had always been there from the very first second I saw her, but there was something more growing between us, something else. The more she got to see me and the more I got to see her, the more I wanted to save her. It was becoming less about helping a stranger in need and more about saving someone I actually gave a shit about.

Maybe that had always been there. Maybe it was lurking in the shadows, sitting on the edges, hiding just out of sight. That desire was slowly transforming to a need, but maybe it always had been.

After breakfast, we dressed and got in the car. I glanced at her as we drove and rolled the window down. She smiled at me, her blond hair blowing in the wind, and she laughed as she pulled it back.

We were going to see Markus again. Things were getting sticky in Knoxville, and now that I was deep in with both sides, I was worried about him. Markus was a good man, a smart man, despite appearances. He knew how to take care of himself, but I still couldn’t just leave him alone.

I pulled up front of his place and we got out. “Think he’ll force me to drink again?” Hartley said softly as we walked toward his house.

“Probably,” I said. “I think you can take it, though.”

She looked at me seriously. “Travis, I don’t think I can.”

I laughed just as Markus came to the door. He was his usual bearish self.

“What are you two laughing about?” he asked.

“Just talking about your moonshine,” I answered.

“Ain’t no laughing matter,” he said, smiling. “Moonshine is a serious thing.”

“I’m sure it is. You got some time to talk?”

“Sure. Come on in.” I stepped inside and he smiled at Hartley. “Good to see you again.”

“Same to you,” she answered.

“Come on. I’ll set you two up.”

We followed him to the table again, though this time it was a bit less of a mess. Maybe he had been expecting us to visit again, because it seemed as though he had straightened up a bit. Then again, his version of cleaned up was still a disaster for any other normal human.

We sat down and he grabbed three glasses. He got a bottle of whisky from the cupboard, a bottle with an actual label, and I gave Hartley a grin. She looked relieved as hell. Markus poured three glasses and we toasted.

“So,” he said, “what brings you back to the hills?”

“What have you heard lately?” I asked him, pouring three more drinks.

“Heard some things,” he admitted. “Some rumors floating around. Apparently the Caldwells had a visitor, or maybe got attacked.”

“I heard that too,” I said.

Markus sighed. “Boy, what the fuck are you playing at here?”

I laughed. “Straight to the point then?”

“Just tell me what you want.”

“There’s a storm coming,” I said. “Something bad is going to happen between the Caldwells and the Dixie Mafia.”

“And you two are in the middle of it all,” he said, sipping his drink.