by Dark Angel
While my mind tries to deal with this whirlpool of scattered thoughts, Ethan pulls out and climbs on top of me. I feel his body pressing down on mine and, opening my eyes, I take my hands to his face and take a deep breath. There’s a seriousness on his lips, but his eyes remain gentle.
I pull him close then, my mouth on his. It’s time - I want him now.
He looks at his pants then, and I know he wants to get his condoms. But I’m a grown woman, I take my own precautions.
“No, we don’t need that,” I simply tell him. His eyes find mine once again, and I know he trusts me all the way. “You’re mine now, Ethan Blake,” I find myself saying. His eyes widen in surprise as I say that - I bet he’s never been with a woman that can match him in dominance. Well, he better get used to it.
“Is that so?” he asks me, an all-consuming fire burning in his eyes.
“Never second guess me,” I growl, placing both my hands on his chest and pushing him back with all my strength. He lays down on the couch and, fast as lightning, I climb on top of him.
I grab his cock and place it right on my pussy, his glans resting on top of my labia. He bucks his hips at me, my inner folds parting and engulfing his thick head. His lips curl into a grin and before I can even prepare for it, he thrusts hard. The moment his shaft slides inside of me, it’s as if my body is burning from the inside out. I lean into him, my fingers clawing at his chest.
I’m screaming! Oh, I’m screaming really loud now. It’s impossible not to - I have been men that pretty much anyone would call big. But Ethan’s cock is in a completely different league. It’s got to be at least 12 inches. As he rams it inside me, I feel my inner walls straining to accommodate him, my whole body being torn apart by pleasure.
I remain still for God knows how long, my body still trying to adjust to the enormous cock inside my pussy. I lift my ass slightly up and moan, his thickness completely devastating me, then I ease myself down, making him go deep once more. Before I know it, I’m riding him in a pendulum motion, his cock sliding in and out at a careful and gentle pace.
I start going faster, not even knowing if I can take it. But I don’t care… I just don’t. I want it fast and hard, I want him to lash out at me with all the raging ferocity that he’s capable of.
I don’t even need to say it. With both his hands grabbing hard at my ass cheeks, he starts rocking his hips against mine fast, his cock hitting me deep inside my pussy with such demolishing strength that I can’t even tell what’s right and what’s left.
Just the way I like it.
I try and match his rhythm, bucking my hips at him at such a quick pace that I start to run out of breath. But Ethan doesn’t ease up - he keeps thrusting and thrusting, all of my senses completely overwhelmed by a feeling so damn pleasant it should be illegal.
I can already tell that Ethan’s like a drug. Just one taste and you’re hooked. Unfortunately for him, I’m not like every other woman. I’m an even more dangerous addiction than he is - just one time with him, and I know he will never find someone half as good.
He smacks my ass hard, grabbing my buttocks hard and feeling the sway of my body with his fingers. My muscles become tight and I know it’s coming - I surrender to that tidal wave of pleasure willingly.
“Oh. My. GOD!” I scream out in ecstasy, my limbs flailing as if I’m having a seizure. Well, I am… I’m having a seizure of pure surreal pleasure. It courses through my veins fast and, for a split second, I can’t see or hear. All that my brain is capable of processing is the rush of endorphins that Ethan’s cock has unleashed inside of me.
I feel him tense up then but, acting by instinct, I tighten my pussy around his cock like a vice.
“Not yet,” I mutter. I still want more from him.
I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. I roll to the side, my back against the couch.
“Bed,” I say in a commanding tone - mostly because that’s the only word I’m capable of muttering. I don’t need more, though. Still, with my eyes closed, I hear him get up; in an instant, he picks my limp body from the couch with his strong arms. I simply point vaguely down the corridor and Ethan carries me straight to my bedroom door, as if he knew by instinct where he would keep fucking me.
Still holding me, he turns the knob and steps inside. In three steps he approaches the bed, throwing me on top of the mattress harshly. I lay stomach down, almost no strength left in my body, as he climbs on top of me. The windows are wide open, but I don’t even care. My penthouse towers above all other buildings in NY City, so I doubt anyone can see us.
Before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy runs through me, and I use it to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.
Let’s see what you can do, Ethan Blake.
He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick glans pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his cock in me to the hilt.
This time, there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless - which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Have I ever been fucked like this? Oh, I doubt it. I doubt it very much. But then again, I doubt Ethan has ever had a woman like me.
“Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, Ethan!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.
And that moment is coming really soon.
Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.
“Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my buttocks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself - either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.
He pistons into me mercilessly, both our bodies tensing up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. Maybe this is what it means to “cum your brains out”.
At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly and his hand squeezes hard on my ass cheek as I hear him growl.
I turn over onto my back. He’s going to cum and I don’t want to miss that.
“Cum on me, Ethan,” I command. “Come on my tits.”
I’m entranced as I feel his warm cum gush out and hit my chest. I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my tits and tummy. He’s cumming like a firehose as I bare my chest to his spasming member.
He’s groaning as he looks at me with a sated look, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, my God
I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. He lays down next to me, as I take a finger and scoop up some of his juice that hangs from my nipple.
Then I get a deliciously wicked idea. I look up at him as he props himself on an elbow looking at me.
“Come here, Ethan,” I say, taking his head in my hand, I pull him closer to me. At first he doesn’t understand, but I move his face toward my tits. My tits covered in his cum.
“Feed me, Ethan,” I tell him, my eyes looking at him.
He looks at me, and his eyes gleam with the delicious wickedness of the thought.
He brings his face closer and sticks out his tongue, scooping a large bit of his own semen on his tongue. I close my eyes at what he’s doing to me as his face come up t
o mine. I open my mouth and we kiss, his cum moving from his mouth to my mine. I swap his juices with him as our tongues dance.
He takes a finger and scoops more from my chest. I disengage from his mouth and use my tongue to lick his finger before kissing him again.
When we’re done, I see his cock is hard all over again.
He’s collapsed on the bed, not yet exhausted, but taking a breath.
I come up to him, as and his eyes follow me as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.
“Touchdown,” I whisper into his ear.
He turns to me, an easy smile on his lips. The smile of a champion.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you down.”
SportsNation
SportsNation Highlights
Hello, and welcome to SportsNation. I’m your host for the evening, Pamela Cruchelow. My guest tonight is former Quarterback for the Miami MILF’s, Anderson Crocker.
We begin today’s highlight roundup with shocking new breaking news. That’s right. You hear it first here at SportsNation and we have incontrovertible video footage showing star defensive end Ethan Blake engaged in - are you ready for this - sexual relations with the team owner, Julianna Heaton.
Cut to grainy and shaky camera shot of Julianna and Ethan having sex on her bed. Julianna is bending forward on her hands and knees doggiestyle and Ethan is entering her from behind. The tips of Julianna’s breasts are blurred out and a large blur obscures Ethan’s cock.
Video footage from The News of the Times confirms that that is, in fact, Ethan Blake and Julianna Heaton. In a separate press conference following the revelation of the sex tape, the newspaper confirmed that they had placed spies outside on the ground floor of Julianna’s building and upon seeing Ethan Blake go upstairs, a drone was sent from the newspaper’s building in Midtown Manhattan towards the Ms. Heaton’s Columbus Circle.
The revelation of a sexual relationship adds another twist in what is becoming the NFL’s most media-scrutinized team. Julianna, as we all know, is the youngest NFL team owner in League history. She’s also the first woman. And as everyone who’s ever dealt with her can attest, she doesn't take any crap from anyone.
Pamela (turning to Anderson): Anderson, this is bad news for the Nailers, right?
Anderson: That’s right. As the son of the former head coach, Julianna has made waves in the short time she’s owned the NFL team, not afraid to speak up for herself or exercise her power when she felt she needed to. This is something that could bring the wrath of the Commissioner down on the head of either Ethan or Julianna. Remember what he said after the fight on your show. That man is tired of having the League embarrassed by its players. This would be the first time that the offender is an owner though.
Pamela: Anderson, I think if anyone could give Colt and Ethan a run for their money though, it would be Julianna, don’t you? I mean, she defines the term “sexy” and “bad girl” all in one package. She’s unafraid, unapologetic, and sometimes even intimidating.
Anderson: I think she’s very intimidating. As a former NFL player, let me tell you she’s got more balls than so many other head coaches or team owners in the League that I’ve ever experienced. She’s a force of nature and she knows it.
Pamela: What would be your advice to the two of them at this point then, Anderson?
Anderson (with a deep sigh): My advice right now would be to take a deep breath. This is just sex between consenting adults, but still, at the end of the day, it’s a player and an owner. At a time when the Nailers are trying to determine whether to keep Ethan or Colt due to their salary cap restrictions, it’s not a good time to be distracted. And when you have the Commissioner of the league threatening to punish embarrassing behavior, you better hope there aren’t any more of these videos surfacing. It could snowball into something really big. So it’s a bit of a grey area right now but treading carefully is definitely the way to go.
Pamela: Thank you, Anderson.
Up next, we’ll analyze the new passing game of the Denver Donkeys and determine what they’re going to bring to the field as they take on the New York Nailers this Sunday.
Colt
“And we’re getting details that an ex-boyfriend of beleaguered NFL team owner, Julianna Heaton will be on CNN tomorrow, discussing his relationship with her and what he thinks she must be going through right now in light of the recent sex tape of her and Ethan Blake…”
I fucking curse to myself hearing this shit. Having to hear that motherfucker’s name over and over again on the television as having bagged Julianna is seriously driving me fucking insane.
I’m in the locker room getting geared up for war. We’re taking on the Denver Donkey’s tonight and it’s probably going to be the highest ratings the NFL has ever had. Why? Because of this non-stop media coverage of Ethan fucking Julianna.
It might be good for the fucking ratings, but it’s driving me up the fucking wall. Every single mention, every single video teaser is another fucking testament to how Ethan once again stole something that’s fucking mine.
Like he’s done his whole fucking life, that fucker couldn't let well enough alone. He got jealous of my success. He let that fucking jealousy turn him into something hateful and he took what should have rightfully been mine.
“Check out her fucking tits, man,” DeShawn, the tight end is showing one of the Wide Receivers. Yep. That’s Julianna on his phone. In all her fucking glory. The team’s been trading comments and jerking off to her video since it came out, most likely.
And why wouldn't they? She’s a fucking hot as shit woman. Fantastic fucking ass. Amazing tits. The most fucking sinful face - made even more sinful because it looks so sweet and innocent. Granted, the video itself is only about 45 seconds of usable footage, but those 45 seconds have probably unleashed twenty gallons of fucking cum from this team alone. Never mind America.
But I’m not supposed to be sitting here jerking off to her. I was supposed to be there fucking her, not Ethan.
I finish suiting up and look at myself in my locker mirror.
And that’s when I see him.
Ethan Blake. Calm as a motherfucking cucumber. All padded up and walking from one end of the locker room towards the coach’s office. People giving him nods of respect. Others giving him high-fives. Trading fucking banter. That motherfucking cunt.
I slam my locker door shut. Hard.
“You okay, bro?” DeShawn asks, looking over to me. As if he fucking cares, drooling over Julianna’s perfect fucking titties.
“I’m fine,” I say through clenched teeth. DeShawn sees me raging and follows my gaze towards the target. Ethan fucking Blake. He takes a step closer. “Let it go, dude,” he says to me. “Ain’t worth the trouble. Not for a bitch.”
And you know what? For any other fucking girl, I wouldn't be so fucking worked up. If I wanted to, I could go out and fuck a new girl every fucking hour till the day I fucking died. I wouldn’t care if Ethan took one from me. It would be like taking a fucking piece of candy from a Hershey store. They hand that shit out for free as samples.
But this wasn’t any fucking woman. This was Julianna Heaton. And I don't know why I was feeling like this time he fucking crossed a line. That he took something more than just a fuck from me.
I don’t know why my cock was getting so fucking hard every time I watched that fucking video.
Yes, okay? You fucking happy. I downloaded that shit as soon as I heard about it on SportsNation. I must have probably been one of the first people to find that shit. I got hard. Even as I got fucking angry and jealous as fuck, my 12-inch cock literally exploded as I stroked it - I was that fucking horny watching the two of them.
DeShawn is probably going to say something but the coach comes out at that moment. That fucker Ethan is nowhere to be found. He must have left the office and went back to his side of the locker room at some point as I let my mind wander.
“Okay, listen up everyone,” the coach says, summoning us to the cent
er. I roll my fucking eyes as the coach drones on and on. I’m the fucking champion at what I do. The fucking king of the battlefield we’re about to enter. I don't need to listen to his spiel about teamwork. I have a better idea than just doing whole teamwork routine. Want to know what it is?
Listen to everything I say. Do it exactly as I fucking say. And don’t argue.
I guarantee, we’ll end up winning.
I don’t know if that’s what Coach Karl ended up saying because everyone cheers at that point. I join in - you can’t help but get caught up in the moment. We’re going to war. And while I may be the absolute fucking best at the QB1 role, I’m going to need my support team. And that’s all of these guys.
If only one of them would realize he’s not the same fucking king of the hill as me.
But that’s not going to happen today. Today everyone’s patting him on the back and looking up at the fucker because he fucked the owner. Today he’s the fucking hero.
I’ll fucking show him. I’ll show all of them.
* * *
By any definition of the word, what happens on the field that night between the New York Nailers and the Denver Donkey’s is a fucking blowout.
In fact, we even win the fucking coin toss, electing to receive the ball. First fucking ten seconds of the game, we run that shit to the end zone and put 6 points on the board. We end up successfully converting for two points and just like that Ethan’s on the field.
He fucking sacks their Quarterback three times.
Not once. Not twice. But three fucking times. It’s like they can see what’s coming but they can’t do a goddamn thing to stop it.
In the end, their QB throws the ball too fast and Ethan literally jumps up and intercepts it.
I’m watching his body work - the muscles working in sheer tandem with each other. Each movement of his is efficient and action is optimized for peak perfection. Fuck, there are certain things about this game that fucking turn me on, and watching the pinnacle of human achievement on the field by anyone - even if it is by a fucker like Ethan Blake - is literally one of them.
