Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(41)

He began to kiss my neck and then easily unbuttoned my jeans. I felt his hands slip beneath my panties. His fingers found my soaking pussy and began to gently work my clit in slowly circles.

“Oh shit,” I gasped. “Gibson.”

“I knew you’d be soaked,” he said. “You’ve been wet as hell since the moment we met.”

“My apartment is empty,” I said. “Take me back there.”

“No,” he said, slipping two fingers deep inside me. I gasped again, holding his ripped arms tightly. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m taking you right here.”

“We can’t,” I protested, but he began to work my pussy, rubbing my clit and then fucking my pussy, his lips kissing my neck. “We’re in public.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like that,” he said, smirking. “I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck this pussy right here where anyone could find us.”

“Gibson,” I gasped, and then kissed him hard. I had to admit that he was right. I was beyond excited by the idea of him taking me right here. I wanted his thick cock between my legs and had been desperate for it ever since I first met him.

I was afraid, but I was so excited. That excitement completely overwhelmed anything else as he worked my pussy, his fingers deep inside me.

“I want you pressed up against this statue, your dripping wet pussy in the air, begging for my big dick.”

He stood up and pulled me by the hand around behind the statue, putting it between the main path and us. We were blocked on both sides by large bushes and by the statue. It almost felt like our own private little room, but the excitement of getting caught was still there.

He pushed me up against the statue, sitting me down on the ledge. He easily worked my jeans off and slid my panties down around my ankles. His hand was instantly between my legs, working my wet pussy. The stone felt cold beneath my ass, but I didn’t care so long as he kept working me, fucking my little pussy with his fingers.

His lips felt amazing, and I loved his taste as he worked me. My hands slowly roamed down his body until I found his cock, hard as hell, pressing up against his jeans. I began to stroke him, and he grunted his pleasure into my mouth.

I couldn’t help but moan, though I tried to be as quiet as possible. His fingers felt incredible, pressing deep inside of my soaking wet pussy, working up along my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my body, sending shivers along my spine. I could barely think as he kept working me.

“You like when I fuck this little pussy with my fingers, don’t you?” he whispered. “I love listening to you try not to moan, but I think you want to get caught.”

“No!” I gasped. “I don’t!”

“I think you do, you dirty girl. You want everyone to see you sucking my big fat cock.” He reached down and unzipped his jeans. I bit my lip as he pulled them down, revealing his hard cock, standing straight. I grasped him with both hands and slowly began to jerk his shaft.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I love when you work this fucking cock. You’re always so fucking hungry for it.”

I dropped to my knees, sliding off the cold stone. I was dripping wet, and part of me really did want to get caught. I began to suck his cock, sliding his big tip between my lips, sucking him hard. I worked him with my tongue, taking his thick cock down my throat.

I wanted someone to see us. I wanted someone to catch me sucking Gibson’s big cock. I wanted everyone to know how dirty I was and how much I loved taking his cock down my throat. That thought drove me absolutely wild, and I began to suck his cock faster and harder, not caring about anything but this moment.

I used my spit to jerk his shaft, not afraid to suck his cock nice and sloppy. He groaned, clearly loving it, and pressed my head farther down.

“I love feeling my cock in your throat,” he said. “You dirty fucking girl.”

I worked him, letting him fuck my throat, my hands jerking his shaft as I worked him.

“You have such pretty lips all wrapped around this cock,” he said. “You love sucking me off in public. You’re going fucking wild for it, aren’t you?”

I pulled back, taking a deep breath, jerking him off. His eyes were burning down at me with lust and desire.

He reached down and practically lifted me up. He kissed me hard, our bodies pressed together, as his hand began to work my pussy again.

“I need you to fuck me,” I gasped at him. “Oh shit, Gibson, please. Fuck my little pussy.”

He grinned and grabbed his jeans. He pulled a condom from his pocket, but I reached out and stopped him.

“We don’t need it,” I said.