by Alexis Angel
I feel kind of bad for the dude as he as he steps aside and hands her the ball. A bunch of the guys fucking clap and give her dog whistles as she enters the huddle. She smiles like she’s fucking enjoying it.
Fuck. Any other woman with a sex tape out there in the world would be curled up in bed hiding from the world. Julianna seems to not even care.
“I see you’ve seen my handiwork, huh?” she says with a grin.
Fuck me, my cock twitches at her fucking words. She doesn’t care. She laughs and the guys laugh along with her, cheering and hollering. She’s basically one of them - except with a fucking hot body.
“Game ball,” she said, twirling the football with the skill of a professional, “I think is pretty fair to say it goes to the one and only Colt Stackford!”
The guys are cheering now. I bet some of them thought if she was going to be all lovey-dovey and shit give the game ball to Ethan because he fucked her. But I can tell from Julianna’s eyes as she walks up to me and hands me the ball that she doesn't think like that. He was pleasuring her. He was servicing her. Not the other way around.
This woman doesn’t take shit from anyone.
“Where you been, sailor?” she asks me with a smirk. “I thought you had a prize to collect?”
Fuck me. She’s fucking coming onto me. I love this fucking woman.
“I thought you were busy,” I say, trying to throw the ball back in her court. And fuck it, you got me, okay? I’m a bit jealous.
“I was,” she says. “I had sex with Ethan, or do you live under a rock?”
Fucking Christ. That just takes me down. She doesn’t even fucking care. I can tell the guys are looking at us but trying to enjoy their own festivities - one or two are even popping champagne. I can tell DeShawn is trying his best to pretend like nothing is happening next to me, but he’s still wearing his fucking jock strap - too weirded out to take it off.
“Nah, I fucking saw that,” I say, wondering if I’m sounding like a little bitch.
“But I’m free tonight, if you want to see if you can do better?” she says out loud.
She doesn’t fucking care that a few of the guy’s snicker. I don’t care at this point either.
She doesn’t say anything more – just smiles sweetly at me and turns around.
And all I can do is stand there and watch her sway her hips, her perfect ass cheeks teasing me as she walks out of the room.
It takes about two hours to finally get into the city.
I can’t believe it but I’m fucking nervous. I have no reason to be. But I am, as I stand outside Julianna’s door.
I managed to scarf down a burger and a vitamin water on the way over here. I didn’t want to be fucking late.
Jesus Christ, will you fucking listen to me? I sound like a fucking 16-year-old on his first fucking date in his life!
But still, I take a deep breath and I ring the doorbell to her penthouse condo. Apparently, the receptionist was expecting me It’s just her door in the hallway. And the elevator that brought me up. Nothing else.
At first, there’s nothing.
Then the door opens.
Julianna’s standing there. With a glass of wine. My cock is fucking twitching like a fucking snake just seeing her.
She reaches over, grabs my shirt, and pulls me inside.
Fucking hell, this girl is gonna be trouble.
Julianna
“Do you want some wine, Colt?” I ask him, my fingers still tight on his shirt. I pull him so close to me I can feel electricity building up between our lips.
“Was that what you did with Ethan? Drink fucking wine?” He asks, a hard edge to his words. I can’t stop myself from laughing straight to his face. Colt Stackford, the big bad wolf of the league, the nemesis of all married men around the country, is jealous.
How cute.
“No. We had no time for that,” I tell him, a provocative grin dancing on my lips. “You know Ethan. He doesn’t talk much. He prefers to act.”
Colt squints his eyes at me, and I know I got him right where it hurts. These two really can’t stop competing. In a sense, it’s almost as if they live for each other. Maybe they don’t see it, but they can’t fool me. These two spend a lot more time than would be reasonable thinking of each other. There’s something there, I can feel it.
“Ethan’s nothing,” Colt snickers. “Just wait until you’ve tried a real man.”
Before he even knows what hit him, I put my wine down and take my hand to his crotch, grabbing his cock harshly over his pants.
“I’ve had a lot of real men already. That no longer does it for me. I need more, Colt,” I whisper in his ear, my lips softly brushing against him. “Are you more?”
He doesn’t bother with a reply - he lets one hand of his climb up my leg and under the hem of my dress, his open palm pressing hard against my thong. Grinning, I look straight into his eyes, squeezing his growing cock with my fingers. So far, so good - Colt seems to be packing as much as Ethan. Now I just need to see if he knows how to use it.
“I’m going to show you the true meaning of more, babe,” he growls at me. Before I can chide him for calling me babe, he presses his mouth against mine, holding my head with his hand on my neck. I part my lips, allowing his eager tongue to wrestle against mine, his fingers rubbing my pussy over my black lace thong.
I start to get wet fast, the fabric sticking to my skin as he rubs on it over my pussy. Suddenly, he lets go, both his hands flying to my collarbone and grabbing at my tight dress. He tugs on it, the sound of it ripping apart almost too painful to hear. There goes one $10,000 designer dress. Whatever.
He keeps pushing the fabric, his eyes widening with an insatiable hunger as they wander through my half naked chest. I grab him by his hair, pulling him into my chest; he goes there willingly, kissing between my tits as if I was the last woman on Earth. His fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra and, when he finally unfastens it, he pulls down on the shoulder straps hurriedly.
I grab his hair hard, keeping him in place. I motion him to go where I want him to and I can’t help but let a moan cascade out of my lips as he wraps his hungry lips around my right nipple.
I want more, and I want it now.
I push him back harshly, grabbing at his shirt while I turn around and pull him after me. I walk across the room as slowly as I can manage, the sound of my heels clicking on the floor matching the steady beat of my own heart. Halfway through the living room, I stop dead in my tracks, the leather couch grabbing my attention - me and Ethan fucked right there… Somehow, there’s something poetically sinful about letting Colt’s cock inside of me on the same spot Ethan did it.
I turn on my heels, pulling Colt after me as I head to the couch. One foot away from it, Colt decides to take the lead - he grabs me by the wrists and, with insatiable lust burning in his eyes, grabs at my dress and completely rips it off my body. I fall down onto the seat as the fabric flies off me, only my small thong covering me.
His crotch is right in front of my face, his cock pushing against his underwear and pants as if it were a steel rod. I’m actually half-surprised the buttons on his pants aren’t popping out by themselves. Well, I can help with that. I press my hand on his crotch, his cock pulsing furiously against me, and slide it upwards towards the hem of his pants. My eyes never leaving his, I start popping each and every button, his cock pressing out against my knuckles as I go.
Let’s see what you’re hiding under that boxer brief of yours, Colt.
I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick, a small web of blue veins around his unbelievable length, and it’s pulsing with unbridled desire.
“Not bad,” I smirk at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it - Colt can’t take a backhanded compliment, and I can tell the gears inside his testosterone-filled brain are already turning, trying to see if I’m comparing him with Ethan.
He’s
right. I am indeed comparing the two of them - just not in the way he thinks. I’m comparing them because they’re both in a whole new level. These two have the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my whole life. I couldn’t be gladder I got them in a trade - now that was a bargain.
I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.
I can do that. I’ll just do it my way.
I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I grab him by the waist and push him down onto the couch, right next to me. He grins at me as I position myself on top of him, taking his shoes off and throwing them away; he kicks off his pants then, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked specimen laying down on my couch.
We’re cramped on the couch, my body crouched next to his side as he remains lying down, but I don’t care. Cramped works just fine.
I lean into him, parting my lips and taking his glans inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock. I’m progressing, it seems - I’ve had some practice with Ethan, after all.
Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.
Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.
I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.
I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my labia and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.
My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand. God, even his balls are huge - it seems like I’m playing with tennis balls.
I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it’s absolutely amazing. And what makes it even better is that we’re doing on the same couch I rode Ethan until I came. Thinking of that only makes me sway my hips against his face harder, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow.
Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the whole room. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I hear him say, and I can almost picture the mocking grin he has on his face. I open my eyes and turn to him - and yes, there it is, that smirk of his.
“Oh, let’s see who’s tired when I’m done with you,” I jab back at him, narrowing my eyes while my lips curl upwards into a mischievous smile.
“Let’s see, then.” He sits up on the couch and before I can even catch my breath, he has me laying down. My legs are parting before my rational mind can even process what’s happening, Colt fitting right between them. Grabbing his cock, he leans into me and rubs its fat head against my pussy, slapping it down against my clitoris in a way that makes me bite down my lip.
I buck my hips at him, but he keeps on rubbing his cock against my labia, each coming and going motion of his placing his glans deeper inside of me.
“Want me to do it?” He teases me, whispering in my ear. “Beg for it.” Beg? Oh, he doesn’t know me at all. I nibble at his ear, tracing its contour with the tip of my tongue.
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Colt,” I whisper into his ear, lacing my legs on his lower back while I bury my fingernails right behind his neck; I pull him into me with such harshness that he has no other option but to sheath his cock up to the hilt inside of me. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream as his thickness strains against my walls.
“Don’t you fucking tell me you’re a virgin,” he growls.
I laugh. This isn’t some first time romance. “No,” I say. “I was going to tell you that you should know that I never beg.”
“Oh, after I’m done you’ll beg for more,” he growls, straining against my hold and pulling his cock out before ramming it all the way in again. Cocky bastard - I love it.
With one hand under my neck and the other holding me by the waist, he starts to thrust at me furiously, his thickness completely ravaging my inner walls. God, even after fucking Ethan I still can’t get used to how mind bending it feels to have a cock so large and thick inside of me. Where have these two men been all of my life?
He fucks me without any mercy, his cock pounding into me so fast and hard I can’t even tell if it’s coming or going. And who cares about that anyway? All that matters is that it’s inside of me, right where it belongs.
I can’t hold on much longer. My mind is going blank, each trust of his choking down all rational thoughts on my brain - it doesn’t take long for my body to start burning up, a river of volcanic pleasure coursing through my veins in boiling ecstasy.
“Oh, my --” I stop mid-sentence, a scream erupting out of me as I climax again, my legs letting go of him and kicking against the couch in uncontrollable ecstasy. I scream and moan, my muscles feeling numb as electric pleasure starts to pool inside of me, filling me up to the brim.
Colt stops thrusting, and I feel him pulling out of me - oh, no, we’re not done here yet. I summon all of my strength and lock him in place with my legs again, forcing him deep inside of my pussy. “Don’t you dare to fucking stop!”, I almost snarl at him.
He grins at me, and I can see that he’s on the verge of laughing.
“Stop? Babe, I’m just starting,” he snorts, ramming his cock inside of me so hard I can’t help but scream again. Like a machine, he starts pounding me at a frantic pace - I’m laying back, just bucking my hips at him, and I can already feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead. He keeps it up, his rhythm an endless crescendo - the man is like a machine, completely unable of understanding the meaning behind the word “tired”.
Soon enough I’m scre
aming hard and making my throat grow sore, fireworks going off behind my eyelids and blinding me to the whole world. Two orgasms in rapid succession and he tells me he’s just starting? Well, Mr. Stackford, seems like you are living up to the hype.
I let him pull out of me now, my fingernails scratching at the thick ropes of muscles on his back as he sits up. Damn, I can’t get tired of him. I sit back up too, climbing on top of him fast. I motion to grab his cock, but before I can do it he grabs me by the ass and stands up, lifting me up as he does it. Reacting by instinct, I wrap my legs behind his back and place both my arms over his shoulders.
“Did Ethan fuck you this hard?” He asks me - he wants me to tell him that no, he’s the best that I’ve ever had, but I’m not giving him that satisfaction. It’s not like I could pick between the two of them anyway. God, why can’t I have both?
“Are you going to fuck me or keep thinking of Ethan?” I snap back at him, fully knowing that I’m driving him completely crazy. Without replying, he eases me down and lets his cock push against my inner folds, his length sliding inside of me slowly, each inch of his feeding into me in the most delicious way.
This is how you tame a beast as wild as Colt - you show him who’s in charge. A man like him gets to fuck every woman he wants to, and he has them at his feet before and after. But I’m not just any woman: I’m Julianna Heaton, and I don’t take the backseat for anyone. I’m always the one behind the wheel. I don’t care if it’s Ethan or Colt, I’m the boss.
With his hands cupping my ass, he makes me bounce up and down on his cock, his rock hard biceps glistening with sweat as he holds me. I rock my hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of his cock rolling over my folds and piercing me with the fury of an exploding star.
I buck my hips harder and harder, both my hands running through his hair and disheveling it. I let my legs ease up their hold, and I move them slightly lower, right over his ass. Still with his cock in me, he goes down to his knees and, like a leopard during heat, I claw at his pectorals and push him down to the ground. I grab his hands and take them to my breasts as I start grinding against him, bucking my hips furiously while never allowing his cock to slide more than an inch out of my pussy.
