“Yes…” I moaned as he thrust in and out, rolling over my clit, ramming headfirst into my G-spot, his balls slapping at my ass. “Fuck me… Dev… hard… harder… harder… oh jeez fuck …”
I could hear Devin grunting like a wild animal as he thrust his hips in and out, ramming his hard cock inside my soft, wet cunt like a derrick drilling for oil. My hands were on my tits, squeezing, pinching. Devin looped his arms under my knees and pulled my legs apart so he could go even deeper inside me.
I could feel the fire bubbling up from deep inside me, like lava flowing upward from deep in the ground, making its way to the mouth of the volcano so it could erupt into the air. My entire body was on fire. Sweat covered my face and chest. My tits were slippery with it.
“Oh… fuck…” Devin growled. I glanced up at him. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. He was gritting his teeth. His beautiful face was bathed in sweat. I watched sweat stream down his neck and the line at the center of his chest. Every muscle in his upper body was pumped up. Veins ripped across his shoulders and neck. His nipples where hard, like little red stones. I longed to nip them between my teeth.
“I’m cumming…” he said, the thrusts of his hips getting faster now, his cock going in so deep it jarred my body.
“Cum baby…” I said. I was there, too, right on the brink. The lava had reached the mouth of the volcano and was ready to blow sky high.
“Shit…” Devin growled. “Yes… fuck… yessss.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he rammed as far into me as he could go, slamming into my G-spot, sending wave after wave or electricity coursing through my body. He grunted like a wild animal and pulled my legs to him.
“Cum on me,” I said desperately as my pussy started overflowing. “I want to see it… I want to see you cum…”
Devin pulled his cock from my pussy and started rubbing it against my pussy lips and clit. I marveled at the sight of his cock as it slid back and forth, all oily and purple and glistening with my cum.
The head was dark and the size of a plum. When he came, he thrust his hips forward and stayed there, shooting great ropes of milky goo all over my stomach and tits.
I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just as a large dollop reached my face. I licked it away just as my own orgasm shuddered through me.
Devin was still holding my knees in the air with his cock resting on my pussy. When I came, I came hard, gushing, squirting my juices in the air like a pink water fountain.
Devin closed his eyes and sighed and rubbed his cummy cock over my twat as I drenched us completely. When it was over, we were both a hot gooey mess.
He looked at me and smiled.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Yes,” I said, stretching out my arms and licking my lips. “It certainly is.”
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THE QUARTERBACK’S SECRET BABY
Chapter 1
Amanda nearly dropped a tray of dirty dishes when an old man pinched her ass as she walked by. She ground her teeth and shot him a glare, but she kept her mouth shut. She'd complained to the boss on more than one occasion about the behavior of the customers, but Spiro didn't care about anything but the restaurant's sales at the end of the day. If a customer kept coming back week after week and spending money, then he wanted that customer treated like gold.
Not that the assholes who treated her like a piece of meat ever tipped well. She'd be lucky if he left her a dollar on the table after he left. But Spiro only cared about the amount of money he made, not what his staff made.
She dropped the dirty dishes off in the back, then printed out the check for one of her other tables. She took the long way around to drop off the check, so she could avoid walking by the perv's table again. She also noticed the perv's drink needed to be refilled, but as far as she was concerned, he could wait. Maybe if she gave him bad service, he'd stop coming back. Spiro would complain about losing a customer, but Amanda had better things to do with her time than be manhandled by someone who didn't even tip.
She dropped off the check at the other table. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked, keeping her fake smile on her face.
“You can give me your phone number,” the man said, winking at her.
Amanda rolled her eyes. Max was one of her regulars, and while he never got handsy with her the way some of her other customers did, he was relentlessly hitting on her. But he was at least friendly about it, and he never took it the wrong way when she shot him down, so she tried to at least have some fun with it. “My phone's probably getting shut off next week, Max,” she said, giving him a playful smirk. “Tell you what, wait until I win the lottery, then we'll see.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You either make too many calls, or you're not being paid enough here.”
“Little of both,” Amanda said. “Mostly the latter.”
She flashed him a genuine smile as she took his empty plate. Max, at least, was a decent tipper.
She took a quick glance at her other tables. Aside from the perv needing a drink refill, it looked like everyone was doing fine. She'd have just enough time to slip out for a quick smoke.
She kept an eye out for Spiro as she cut back through the dish room and out the back door. The boss didn't much care for his employees smoking on the clock. But Spiro only paid her $2.13 per hour, which was the minimum wage when you earned the rest of your pay from tips, so she didn't really care what he thought. She ducked behind the dumpster, trying to ignore the smell as she pulled out her Parliament Menthols and lit one up. She never smoked at home, because she didn't want to expose her son to secondhand smoke, which meant she had to get her fill while she was at work.
While she was smoking, and dreading the next three hours of her shift, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was a text from her friend Michelle. She almost ignored it. Michelle had been a real party girl ever since high school, and had only gotten worse when she moved away for college. Whenever she stopped back in town during a school break, she wanted to go out drinking and cruising for guys. Amanda didn't have the time, between working two jobs and taking care of her son, for that kind of life. As much as she felt like a jerk for ignoring Michelle's texts half the time, she knew she just couldn't deal with being dragged out for a weekend of partying.
She read the text, already composing a response in her head. She needed to make a good excuse in order to get out of going drinking without hurting Michelle's feelings in the process. Though when she read the text, she nearly dropped her phone.
Hey, Mandy! You need to clear your plans for the weekend. I'm coming home, and guess what? I'M GETTING MARRIED!
Amanda was still staring at the text, trying to process it, when her phone buzzed again with another incoming text.
You'll be there, right? Promise you will! I need my bestie there as my maid of honor!
Amanda held her cigarette between her lips and typed out a response. She didn't see how she could get out of going to her friend's wedding, especially if Michelle wanted her to be maid of honor. Her head was spinning as she typed out her response: Holy crap! Since when are you getting married? Why such short notice? Of course I'll be there.
Just before Amanda headed back in to check on her tables, she got another response from Michelle: Long story, I'll explain when I see you. But Blake only has this weekend available, so it has to be now. OMG! I'm so excited! See you soon!
Amanda tucked away her phone and went back to check on her tables. The man who'd pinched her started complaining about how he'd been waiting ten minutes to have his drink refilled. She muttered a completely insincere apology and went to fetch him a new Coke. Then she finished clearing off Max's table, and stopped, stunned, when she saw the tip that he'd left.
It was a $50 bill. She knew Max had decent money—at least, compared to the usual crowd that came into the diner—but he was never this generous. She immediately felt a surge of guilt about her lie about her phone being shut off. Her bills were tight, but not so tight that she couldn't keep up with them, albeit barely. Max must have taken her excuse to get out of giving him her phone number as a genuine plea.
She pocketed the money, trying not to feel guilty about it. Though she immediately felt better when the perv at the next table only left her seventy-eight cents. She'd earned Max's big tip, if only because she had to put up with so much shit from the rest of her customers.
When her shift was finally over, she took the bus home, then stopped by her neighbor's apartment to pick up her son, James. Mrs. Carter was a stay at home mom, and she watched James for free, in exchange for Amanda watching her son a few times a week so Mrs. Carter could run errands or have a night out with her husband.
“Come on, kiddo,” she said, taking James's hand. “Time for dinner.”
“But I don't wanna go,” James said, stomping his foot.
Mrs. Carter shot Amanda an apologetic smile. “He's been in a mood today.”
“I have not!” James protested, stomping his foot again.