by Nacole Mills
Morgan moved slowly toward the door, and when she peeked through her peephole, all she saw was a bouquet of white roses. Just looking at them made her remember their intoxicating aroma. She flung open the door, and there, standing before her, was the untamed running back, Brent Larson.
His eyes shone down on her like bright blue beacons as she took in his form. Brent was dressed in black pants and an ocean blue button-up shirt that was the exact same shade as his eyes. Draped over his arm was a black suit coat to match, but his hands were mostly filled with the roses. There were so many roses that Morgan could not even begin to count them all.
Morgan struggled to speak. "Hey," she managed weakly in a breathy voice.
"Hey." Brent's face broke out in a grin and his teeth, his beautiful teeth that Morgan had never truly appreciated before, dazzled her. "These are for you," Brent said, passing the roses to Morgan.
"They are beautiful. Thank you," Morgan said breathlessly as she took the aromatic bouquet. She turned and headed to her kitchen. "Come on in. I'm just going to get these in some water."
Brent followed Morgan, leaving his coat on the coat rack by the door, and he leaned against the doorway as Morgan found a vase and filled it with water. She slid the stems in and turned to Brent. "I thought you might like them," Brent said, his smile coy.
"They are incredible," Morgan replied as she leaned against her kitchen counter.
The pair stood in silence for a moment, just taking each other in. Morgan could feel the tension between them, but she could not stop herself from staring at Brent's physique. In the little bit of time that they had spent apart, she seemed to have forgotten how his body was trim and cut, lean and long with bulky muscles and legs like tree trunks. She salivated as she stared at him, and she could feel her arousal building.
Brent looked away first, running his fingers through his hair, giving it a "messed up on purpose" look. "I don't know if you got it earlier," he began, "But what I meant by the answers to those questions was--"
"I know what you meant." Morgan's words came out soft and quiet, and she was amazed that they held the power to stop Brent in his tracks.
"Then you... you know that I... I, uh..."
Morgan waited. She wanted to hear him say it. She wanted the real words to leave his mouth, not the coded words that he had spoken earlier.
Brent moved to Morgan and his hands gently encircled her waist. "Morgan," he said, his voice purring and deep, "I think I am falling in love with you."
The words sent shivers down Morgan's spine. "Oh, Brent," she said, her palm reaching up to stroke his soft, clean-shaven face.
"No," Brent said as he looked up at her face, "I know I am falling in love with you. I love you." He pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her. "I've never loved anyone before. I've never cared about anyone as much as I care for you. It's not even close." He pressed his forehead to Morgan's. "You are all I think about. I go to sleep thinking of you, hoping that I will dream all night of you. I wake up thirsty for your kisses. My whole body aches to be with you."
Morgan pressed her hands against Brent's chest and she felt his muscles rippling under his skin. Her nails ran along the fabric of his shirt, and she felt him shudder under the touch. Looking up, Morgan met Brent's eyes. "I love you, too. I didn't quite realize it until we were apart. And now I never want to be apart from you again."
She tilted her head up, and the lovers' mouths met with a fierce passion. They kissed each other frantically. Lips and tongues moved together in time. Morgan moaned against Brent's mouth as he sucked on her lower lip, and she gasped when his tongue darted past her teeth, begging hers to come out and play.
His hands were on her, gripping her and pulling her tight against him. She feared that if he held her any closer, their bodies would just meld together and they would become one. The only thing that separated them now was little scraps of black and blue fabric.
Morgan broke away from Brent's kiss. "I love you, Brent Larson," she whispered in between ragged breaths.
"I love you, Morgan McMinn."
Morgan took Brent's hand and pulled him from the kitchen. They walked past the little dining room and living room, and Morgan's destination was to take Brent to her bed. She had never wanted a man like she wanted him, and this bad boy was about to be all hers.
The pair entered the bedroom, which was lit with a dozen candles, and Morgan had barely shut the door when Brent's hands and lips were on her again. He devoured her mouth, savoring all of her flavors as his hands worked her over. He was grabbing at her curves, cupping her ass, and pulling down the zipper in her simple black dress. All the while, Morgan's fingers fumbled with the buttons on Brent's blue shirt.
"Oh god, I want you so bad, Morgan," Brent moaned as his mouth moved to her naked, exposed neck. He sucked at her there, licking away at her skin as he held her hips close to him. Morgan could feel his hard, throbbing cock pressed into her belly, and the size of his girth both frightened and aroused her.
Morgan began to squirm slightly. She could feel her wetness gathering between her legs, as it often did when Brent was near her, or kissing her, or touching her. His fingers were fumbling with her zipper, and he was struggling big time.
"Oh, fuck this dress," he grunted.
Suddenly, Brent's fists were grabbing at the black cloth that clothed her. With all of his strength, he ripped at the zipper, and Morgan cried out at the beautiful, simple black dress was ripped right off of her from the back. Brent pulled it away from her body, tossing the cloth out of sight across the room.
Morgan was reeling as she stood in front of Brent, wearing nothing but her black lace bra, panties, and black heels. Brent's eyes were on her, and she saw him filling with lust. He wanted her, and he would take her.
"Oh, beautiful,” he groaned as he took her in his arms again. They were kissing and Brent's huge hands were holding her against his body. She was limp against him. She couldn't fight against him if she wanted to. But she didn't.
Brent grabbed at her ass, holding handfuls of it as he devoured her neck and shoulder. Morgan tried desperately to unbutton his shirt, but she failed at every turn. It didn't help that Brent's expert mouth was giving her pleasures like she had never known. He was working his way down her body now, kissing her chest as he worked toward her swollen and aching breasts.
Morgan cried out as Brent grabbed her ass and lifted her from the ground, only to toss her onto her bed. She bounced when she landed, and when she looked up at him, his whole body towered over her in a way that turned her on even more. He grinned as he began shedding his own clothing. The blue shirt was taken off first, followed by the undershirt, and then his pants and boxers followed.
Morgan could not tear her eyes away as Brent's huge, throbbing, hard cock bounced into the light. She had often imagined it before, but her mind had not given it justice. Looking at the throbbing meat, magenta in color and covered in thick veins, made her mouth water. Every bit of her watered for it. And even though she wanted it, it frightened her. Her ex-boyfriend had not been half as big or as thick, and she wondered if she would even be able to take this beast of a cock.
Brent grinned and said, "I see you staring."
A hot flush rose up on Morgan's face. "Sorry," she murmured, a reflex that she hated.
"No, no, my darling girl," Brent said as he crawled onto the bed next to her, "This cock is all yours. You are allowed to enjoy it any way you want."
Chapter Eleven
Morgan laid back on her soft satin bedspread and Brent settled at her side, propped up on his elbow. He kissed her mouth hard and hot as his hands began roaming over her body. Morgan felt strange, still clad in underwear as her naked boyfriend curled up at her side, but all she knew was arousal.
"Take me," she whispered to Brent when their lips parted, "Take me now! I can't stand it any longer!"
But Brent only grinned deviously. "No, not yet my darling. I am going to enjoy every inch of your body first." He kissed his way do
wn her chest to her breasts, still hidden behind layers of black lace. "I'm going to make you scream before my cock has its way with you."
Morgan moaned, unable to take his words as his thick meat pressed itself against her belly. Brent started grinding himself against Morgan, letting her know exactly how much he wanted her. Morgan pressed up against him wanting him to know just how badly she wanted him to.
Brent's hands begin moving over Morgan's hot flushed skin. He traveled up her flat belly, feeling her soft skin against his roughened palms. Morgan trembled under him, barely able to contain her desires. Brent finally made his way to Morgan's black lacy bra. Hidden underneath were her swollen, aching breasts, just waiting for his touches. Brent grabbed at them roughly, squeezing the mound and making Morgan cry out with pleasure.
The running back glared down at Morgan with an intensity that sent a shiver through her body. He grinned down at her and said, "I hope you were not too fond of this bra." And with that, he grabbed the cups with his strong hands and ripped them clean off of her body.
Morgan cried out as the fabric was torn from her and tossed away like a tissue. Her beautiful breasts bounced out into the warm air of the bedroom. Her nipples, stiff little peaks of soft magenta chiffon, drew Brent's attention. He dove for them, holding them both firmly with his fingertips as his tongue traced its way around her breast.
"Oh, Brent! Fuck!" Morgan cried out as he pinched her sensitive buds gently.
Brent just chuckled to himself as his mouth made its way to the nipples, and Morgan began to tremble with anticipation. Her boyfriend positioned himself over the little bud, which seemed to throb with the wait. He let his lips gently rub over the nipple, then his tongue licked it, feeling like a feather. Morgan shuddered and groaned deeply as Brent's warm, wet mouth took her over. He licked and he sucked, and all the while his hands roamed over her body.
Morgan realized that Brent's strong hands had found her panties, and when she felt him pull, she braced. Just as before, Brent ripped the fabric away from her body as though it was nothing but paper, exposing her womanhood to the air and light.
"I'm not going to have any clothes left," Morgan said jokingly as Brent slid his naked body in between her legs.
"You're too beautiful for clothes," Brent replied.
Brent began kissing his way from Morgan's breasts all the way down her body. He licked her belly button and traced the little divots that her hips made in her side. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up to him, and before she knew what was happening, Brent's warm, hungry mouth was on her dripping and swollen pussy. He lapped her up, licking and sucking at all of her tender folds. Morgan was helpless against his strong grasp and she just spread her legs wider for him.
Every movement of Brent's expert mouth brought Morgan closer to the ecstasy that she was craving. Her whole body had been tied up in knots, pulled taunt out of the primal need to release, and no matter how she had tried, she had not been able to achieve it herself. But now, Brent, with his face buried deep between her legs, seemed determined to get her there.
His tongue moved over her pleasure button, but all the while his hands snaked up from her ass. Morgan cried out with intense pleasure as one of Brent's thick, rough fingers pushed its way deep inside of her, splitting her in two. She could almost feel the smile that must be on Brent's face, and soon a second, thick finger joined the first one. They moved in and out of Morgan together, pulling her orgasm from her, calling for it.
Soon, Morgan's body felt ready to burst. Her tension, her knots, the pulling, aching feelings were all too much. She screamed and writhed with pleasure as Brent Larson held her up with his strong arms, eating away at her swollen red pussy and fingering her expertly.
And without warning, Morgan's orgasm washed over her body with an intensity that she had never known. Her whole body seemed to shake within Brent's grasp, but he held on tightly to her as her body throbbed and rocked. Morgan's fingers gripped his shaggy brown hair, pulling it as the release took her over. She could not control the screams and moans that came from her, and soon Morgan was panting heavy and hard, spent.
Morgan's eyes fluttered as she tried to force her eyes to focus once the orgasmic waves subsided within her. Her whole body was flushed, glistening with the slightest hint of sweat, and heavy. Her arms dropped to the bed at her sides and Brent gently lowered her hips back down to the comforter.
Brent grinned down at his girlfriend, whose head rolled from side to side, and he said, "Good, baby?"
But Morgan could only moan gently in reply. She looked at Brent, who looked so incredibly beautiful in the candlelight, and seeing him crouched over her, still aroused, made her strength return with vigor. She rose up from the bed and one of her heavy hands came up to meet Brent's face.
"I'm fantastic," she murmured as her lips met Brent's. She could taste herself and him mixing together in the most delicious of brews, and it was sweet.
Morgan pushed Brent to the bed on his back and she slowly climbed on top of his muscular body. Morgan looked down at him and she was at a loss for words at the beauty of his body. Brent's skin shown in the candle light, and each one of his well-trained, thick muscles moved on its own under his skin, rippling and tightening as it went. Morgan's fingers traced their way up and down Brent's body, feeling every valley and ridge.
She moved her way down until she came to the end of his happy trail. There, lying in wait, was his hard, hot cock, ready for touches. Morgan wrapped her hand around the beast, and when she took in the full size of his girth, her heart fluttered nervously. Could she even take a man so large?
That first touch made Brent inhale sharply and all of his muscles seemed to tense. Morgan paid no mind, though. She simply stroked him with her small, soft hands, running up and down his length and letting her fingertips dip into the sweet dew that collected at the tip. Brent's groans egged her on, and soon, her mouth was dipping down to taste his meat.
Morgan's lips pursed over the head of Brent's cock and a stifled moan broke free from behind Brent's closed lips. Morgan kissed him, then her tongue traced trails up and down him. All the while, the large football player laid there, stiff, unable to move.
Soon Morgan's whole mouth was on him, moving up and down as her long, wet tongue was wrapped around him. Her whole body moved as she sucked him, and soon Brent's hands, still smelling of Morgan's wetness, grabbed hold of her long hair, clenching it in fists. He pushed down on her, making her mouth fill with his stiff cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat, and her ears were filled with Brent's groans.
A tug on her hair made Morgan pull away, and she gasped for air as Brent's huge cock fell from her mouth. Morgan looked up at her boyfriend with wide eyes, but he only laughed and said, "I don't want to cum yet, baby."
Brent's strong hands grabbed hold of Morgan's waist and lifted her as though she were a feather. He picked her up and gently tossed her onto her back on the bed, then he climbed on top. Morgan's legs spread wide for him and Brent moved his hulking body between them. Just the weight of Brent on top of Morgan brought her close to orgasm again.
When Morgan felt the head of Brent's throbbing cock against her soaking wet entrance, fear seized her. He's too big, she thought wildly to herself, He will never fit!
Brent seemed to sense Morgan's hesitation. His mouth moved to hers and he kissed her gently. "Are you ready?" he whispered to her, his words coming out ragged. Morgan looked up at him and it seemed that it was taking all of his control to stop from piercing her right then and there.
Morgan's eyes fluttered as she looked up to his. His blue eyes, so beautiful in the candle lit room, met hers, and Morgan nodded ever so slightly. She swallowed hard, pushing that nagging little fear deep inside of her. She wanted him, and she was going to take him.
Brent's cock began slowly pushing its way deep into Morgan's hot and wet pussy, stretching her walls to their breaking points. Morgan groaned as the pleasure took her over. It was pleasure like she had never known before. Never befor
e in her life had she had a man of such girth. But now, she had one, and he was determined to fill her pussy up with as much cock as she could stand.
Morgan's wet place stretched taunt as the last inches of Brent's cock entered her. She gripped his shoulders, leaving little half-moons imprinted into his skin from her long nails. Her eyes fluttered and she looked up at Brent from behind her long lashes. His face was contorted beautifully into a look of full, unbridled pleasure. Morgan had never seen anything like it, and she suddenly vowed to see it as much as possible.
Brent began to move over Morgan, thrusting in and out in a slow and steady rhythm. Morgan bucked against him, moving in time with the beat that the lovers shared. It was their own song, one that their bodies conducted. Morgan held on for dear life, kissing every inch of Brent that she could reach. He moved over her and her lips found his upper arms with muscles bulging. She later found his shoulder and quickly learned that the skin was softer than she imagined. Not everything about Brent was hard and rough.
Together they moved in time, as though they had been making love for years. Brent knew exactly the ways to move to bring the most pleasure from within Morgan, and it was soon building to a breaking point. She was going to cum, and quickly.
Morgan could barely contain her moans of pleasure as Brent rubbed them from her. She wanted to cum on him, to grip his cock with her velvet walls. More than anything, Morgan wanted to bring Brent the most pleasure that she could. She could not wait to see him cum.
"I love you, Brent," Morgan moaned, her hands moving up from his arms to grab fistfuls of his shaggy brown hair.
"I love you, Morgan," Brent said as his head dropped against her shoulder.
Morgan could not stop the pleasure cries from her. She knew what was coming, and she was quickly losing control over herself. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!" she cried out, panting heavily.
Not another word was said before Morgan's orgasm exploded. It was harder and heavier than anything she had ever enjoyed before. Her vision faded slightly as the pleasure rode over her, the release taking its hold on her before relaxing its grasp. And all the while, she could feel Brent's cock inside of her, being gripped hard by her throbbing walls.
