The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(80)

My pussy muscles were clamped on Austin’s ever-pistonning cock and I could feel every bump and vein of his majestic rod as a haze drifted in around the edges of my vision. It should have been illegal to feel this good.

From behind me, I heard Austin’s first grunt of effort, and he suddenly changed rhythm, opting for slower but harder thrusts. I gasped when I felt that first hot splash of cum inside me, and rose up on my knees until I was right against him.

Through the fog of pleasure still clouding my mind, I struggled for rational thought. This was really happening. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I’d given my innocence to my fake husband and let him cum directly into my unprotected depths.

And so much cum too! If more sperm meant a higher chance of pregnancy… oh my gosh. Hot spurt after hot spurt drenched my quivering teen pussy until, it seemed, without anywhere else to go, I felt a veritable torrent of it running down my inner thighs towards my knees.

I reached behind myself with both hands, thinking I was going to try to push him away. Instead, I found myself reaching even further, grasping at his ass to pull him into me even more.

Under my hands I felt his ass clench, corresponding with a push into my pussy and a jet of cum, over and over again, each clench, thrust and spurt gradually dwindling away until I was leaning back against him, feeling him twitch inside me as I tried to catch my breath.

Austin’s muscular arms were around me, holding me up. Without them I would have collapsed. The silence in the room grew as my breathing slowed, and my ears were ringing. Had I been screaming that loud? Or was this something that happens after sex that I’d never read about?

I moaned quietly when Austin cupped my breast and teased my nipple. I didn’t have the energy to do anything more. His cock, not deflated in the slightest, twitched sporadically inside me, as if still trying to deliver more sperm.

“Let’s fuck again,” he said.

I tried to raise a hand to wipe some sweat off my brow. “Wha…?”





Austin





According to the alarm clock next to the bed, it was just after ten o’clock in the morning. By the time I’d finished fucking Skylar last night, the early-morning light had just started peeking through the curtains.

I couldn’t have had much sleep, but I’d slept like the dead in the time I did. That was the longest non-stop sexathon I’d ever had, even when I’d had more than one girl to spread the load over.

She took it all though, my wife absolutely drained my balls. Her pussy felt like fucking magic, heaven on Earth. I’d never felt anything like it, and I’d never wanted to stop.

Even now, thinking about her tight little pussy, I was getting hard again. That was pretty weird. Usually I just wanted a chick to fuck off in the morning, if not earlier. I’d already taken everything I wanted from them, used them up completely, so why would I go back for more?

Next to me, Skylar was a cum-soaked wreck. Sleeping on her stomach, I could see her legs were parted under the sheet. After last night, I bet she’d be walking bow-legged for a while, and they might have to bury her in a y-shaped coffin.

I propped myself up against the headboard. Skylar mumbled in her sleep, turning her head to face me with her eyes still closed. Even in the dim light, I could see a hint of cum in her hair, and spots of her virginal blood on the sheets.

Her virginity was mine, and I’d taken as much from her as any other woman I’d been with, so why was I still feeling this… attraction to her? I shook my head and swung my feet stealthily on to the floor.

I started getting dressed, looking down at her, but I had to turn around to finish off. When I looked at her, it was like I was looking at the embodiment of sex appeal itself.

She was hard to resist. I left the room without looking back, putting my shoes on in the hallway. By the time I walked out to the street, the fresh air, and the distance from Skylar, started to clear my head.

What I needed was a big breakfast, and to start concentrating on my next fight instead of this circus act. Skylar was a prizewinning fuck, I had to give her that much, but that was all.

I couldn’t let her get in my head, and I sure as fuck couldn’t let myself start believing the lies in her eyes. Hopefully, after last night, she’d realize I was just another guy who wanted to get into her pussy, and she’d save those hero-worship looks for my cock and the cameras.

The last thing on my mind was being a fuckin’ hero. That shit never works out.

At the end of the street was a diner that served breakfast until eleven o’clock, according to the sign in the window. I stepped inside and headed towards the counter.

A group of college chicks, sitting in a booth, stopped talking for a second and then started chattering excitedly in rushed whispers and intermittent giggles. Even out of the corner of my eye, I could see miles of cleavage.