"That's it baby, lick my pussy, yeah … " What Sam did next gave Aisha even more pleasure than she expected. She sensed his tongue on her entrance once more, but this time, the tip of his tongue sensually penetrated her, sending Aisha one step closer to heaven. Sam grabbed her by the hips and pushed his tongue further and further, until her pussy totally engulfed it.
"You're crazy, Sam. You're crazy … I'm cumming … Don't stop, please, don't stop … " She kept urging him, with her eyes closed, banging her right hand on the bed. Aisha's orgasm was close and Sam knew it. He quickened his pace and kept squeezing her butt cheeks, digging his nails inside. She even backed down on him, in a desperate attempt to control the pace. Finally, a loud moan escaped her, just before she climaxed, rubbing pussy juices all over his face.
"No guy's ever made me cum with his tongue … "
Sam laid a few, sloppy kisses on her gorgeous ass and grabbed his cock with his right hand. He then sat on his knees and led his throbbing, wet cock in her pussy.
"Ooh!" Aisha's body jerked when she felt his massive cock inside her. Sam pushed it more and more, until her delicious love hole swallowed it down to the shaft. As horny as he was, Sam took a moment to gaze at her big, round ass.
"Best ass in the world, baby … " He sighed and placed his hands back on her buttocks. There was no time for any more tender moves, though. Sam loved her ass so much that he began thrusting her almost immediately, increasing her pleasure.
"Come on, pound me from behind, yeah, I love it like that … " Aisha kept urging him, while she used her right palm to fondle her boobs, one at a time. A pool of sweat formed on her arched back. Upon noticing it, Sam leaned towards it and licked it clean. He breathed down on her back once, making her tingle. Then, he grabbed her hair from behind with his left hand, thrusting her faster and faster. Their loud moans filled the room; Aisha's second orgasm was close. She had Sam's big, hard, pulsating cock filling her up, reaching her outer rim and she absolutely loved it.
His large hand landed on her left buttock for a gentle slap. She looked at him over her right shoulder again. His flexing muscles in the dim, blue light were a fantastic sight to see. Sweat was dripping from his chest, down to his abs and his shoulder muscles were flexing with his every thrust.
"Right there baby, I'm cumming again … " Aisha moaned, louder than ever before. Sam quickened his pace even more. Aisha heard his big balls slapping against her ass, right before her body shook with violent spasms. Sam's climax was loud and aggressive. He did not want to pull out and exploded in orgasm inside her. Ten seconds later, exhausted and gasping for breath, he collapsed next to her.
Lying on his Sam's shoulder and stroking his stomach, still trying to catch her breath, Aisha had not forgotten the earlier incident, where Sam and Ava were making out in his study.
"Sam, what the hell were you and Ava doing when I came in?" Sam burst into laughter, but would not look at her.
"It was her idea, really. She thought it would be a good way for you to realize if you had any feelings for me. I think it worked."
That particular thought had crossed Aisha's mind; yet, she would not go ahead and ask them if they were actually dating.
"That little bitch. I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind when I see her. Was the butt grabbing part really necessary? I mean, you could have been more subtle."
"Subtle? Nah. If we were just talking in my study, you'd think it was some kind of an appointment. She's a realtor, remember?"
"I guess you're right. No more touching any other women, Mr. CEO. I mean it." Aisha playfully punched him in the chest area.
"Hmm … Not even Ava's? Come on, it felt great, really. It was big, juicy and … " Sam pretended to hold two invisible buttocks in front of his face. Aisha did not appreciate that one bit. She bit him hard on his stomach, cutting his laughter short. In spite of his pain, Sam put his left arm around her back and pulled her closer to him.
"That's what I love about you, Aisha. You're a feisty one. I've had enough one-night stands. I want a relationship. Something real … "
Aisha loved Sam's soft tone. He sounded as if he meant every word. Her big man was finally committing to something. The young barmaid was happy. She smiled at him, enthralled by his sincere words. She wanted to feel his embrace and lay down on his broad chest.
She then closed her eyes, imagining what life with him would be like. Aisha was determined to live her life to the fullest, even if things did not work out with Sam. She could even remember her romance with Sam and boast about it: The time when she had a billionaire like him wrapped around her finger …
THE END
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Skater's Secret
A Bad Boy Sports Romance
It was the night they had all been waiting for. The first night of fresher's week. Laurel and her friend Jennifer were making last minute adjustments to their hair and makeup. They were both wearing their cheerleading uniforms from high school, which were tight and short and left little to the imagination.
''Do I look ok?'' Laurel asked unsurely while scrutinizing her hour-glass figure and long tanned legs in the mirror. Her hair cascaded in honey-colored curls down her back.
Jennifer rolled her eyes and looked despairingly at her friend. ''Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with you,'' she replied impatiently but affectionately, ''If I had your figure, your looks, your hair … well I would probably just stare at myself in the mirror all day long!''
Laurel blushed and realized she was being silly. She had been the head cheerleader at their high school and certainly hadn't been short of admirers. But somehow she couldn't see what others saw when she looked back at herself in the mirror. Maybe it was a lack of confidence she thought as she studied her wide hazel-colored eyes. She still didn't know if law was what she really wanted to pursue but once she'd received the scholarship she hadn't wanted to turn it down.
''It's not exactly like you're an ugly duckling yourself!'' grinned Laurel as she looked at her petite best friend with wild dark curls encompassing her delicate features and a set of curves that sent men wild.
''Come on … Dutch courage!'' Jennifer grinned as she handed her friend a vodka Jell-O shot.
''Jeez, really, another one?'' Laurel looked at her friend beseechingly, but then giggled, clinked her plastic shooter to her friend's and slurped the strong slippery concoction down.
''Eww, too strong!'' she simpered, grimacing. But Jennifer was laughing, '' You're gonna have to get used to handling your liquor if you want to survive fresher's week!'' she teased.
The pair had been best friends in high school and luck dictated that Laurel secure a scholarship at the school her buddy had also been accepted to. It was another of the reasons to go through with her decision even if she wasn't exactly sure about it. Having Jennifer by her side made her feel better about facing the big bad world of college and leaving the security of her family and home.
They entered the packed house arm in arm. It was full of cheerleaders, wannabe cheerleaders and most of all, guys who wanted to hook up with cheerleaders. The beer was flowing, music was playing, and the atmosphere was charged with adrenaline, excitement and sexual tension. Jennifer spotted some girls they had met previously and pulled Laurel towards them. They chatted excitedly, relaying rumors they'd heard about what other events were lined up for the week ahead.
''Hey pom-poms'' someone shouted. It was a voice she recognized. Oh god, she thought as she turned around, not him again. She faced the arrogant ice hockey ice hockey player and looked at him defiantly, defense on the ready.
''You look gorgeous'' he said earnestly and she raised her eyebrows in surprise, taken aback by his seemingly genuine compliment.
''Erm, thanks!'' she smiled. She looked up at him and realized why she had been so attracted to him in the first place. Before he had ruined everything. He was tall and muscular and dark. His smile was electric and his full lips were just calling out to be bitten and sucked.
He seemed to be able to read her mind as he leaned towards her and those lips of his came into contact with hers. She kissed back for a moment, excitement sweeping through her body. But she quickly remembered what had happened during orientation week, and pushed him away, coming back to her senses.
''I thought you said cheerleaders were a dumb waste of space,'' she challenged him.
''And I'm not denying it now,'' Ben smirked in response. He had been drinking and was slurring his words but the way his muscles flexed through his tight t-shirt gave Laurel a flutter of pleasure that passed through her whole body. His eyes, albeit slightly glazed, were dark and brooding and she couldn't help but wonder if there was more going on in his head than just ice hockey and girls.