by Alexis Angel
Offense & Defense
A MMF Sports Romance
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Offense & Defense:
A MMF Sports Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel
All rights reserved
Kindle Edition
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Contents
A note from the author
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1. Colt
2. SportsNation
3. Julianna
4. Ethan
5. Julianna
6. Colt
7. Ethan
8. Julianna
9. SportsNation
10. Colt
11. Julianna
12. SportsNation
13. Ethan
14. Julianna
15. SportsNation
16. Colt
17. Ethan
18. SportsNation
19. Colt
20. Julianna
21. Julianna
22. Colt
23. Ethan
24. Julianna
25. Julianna
26. Colt
27. Ethan
28. SportsNation
29. Julianna
Epilogue
Second Epilogue - We’re Not Done Yet ;)
A Note From The Author
Description
30. Stacy
31. Sanders
32. Stacy
33. Sanders
34. Stacy
35. Stacy
36. Sanders
37. Stacy
38. Sanders
39. Stacy
40. Stacy
41. Sanders
42. Stacy
43. Sanders
44. Stacy
45. Sanders
46. Stacy
47. Sanders
48. Stacy
49. Stacy
Fiona Vs. Football Player
50. Fiona
51. Danny
52. Fiona
53. Danny
54. Fiona
55. Danny
56. Fiona
57. Danny
58. Fiona
59. Danny
60. Fiona
61. Fiona
62. Fiona
63. Danny
64. Fiona
65. Danny
66. Fiona
67. Danny
68. Fiona
69. Epilogue - Fiona
Description
70. Kim
71. Cody
72. Kim
73. Cody
74. Kim
75. Cody
76. Kim
77. Cody
78. Kim
79. Kim
80. Cody
81. Kim
82. Cody
83. Kim
84. Cody
85. Kim
86. Cody
87. Kim
88. Epilogue
Description
89. Carla
90. Chase
91. Carla
92. Chase
93. Carla
94. Chase
95. Carla
96. Carla
97. Carla
98. Chase
99. Carla
100. Chase
101. Carla
102. Chase
103. Carla
104. Chase
105. Carla
106. Epi
Description
107. Connor
108. Natalie
109. Connor
110. Natalie
111. Natalie
112. Connor
113. Natalie
114. Connor
115. Natalie
116. Connor
117. Natalie
118. Connor
119. Natalie
120. Connor
121. Natalie
122. Connor
123. Connor
124. Natalie
125. Natalie
126. Epilogue As Told By Natalie
Description
127. Ethan
128. Brittney
129. Ethan
130. Brittney
131. Ethan
132. Brittney
133. Ethan
134. Brittney
135. Ethan
136. Brittney
137. Brittney
138. Ethan
139. Brittney
140. Ethan
141. Brittney
142. Ethan
143. Brittney
144. Ethan
145. Brittney
146. Brittney
147. Ethan
148. Brittney
149. Ethan
150. Brittney
151. Ethan
152. Brittney
153. Ethan
154. Brittney
155. Ethan
156. Brittney
157. Brittney
158. Epilogue As Told By Brittney
159. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney
Dirty Lil’ Angels
A note from the author
This book is a re-release of a prior book that is no longer in print. I had always wanted to fix some errors and put it out in its form and I’m happy to say over the summer of 2017 I was able to do that and bring it back to market. Long time readers may recognize some of the situations, but the story is still very much unique. I just couldn’t go another day with not having it in the mix for my fans to read. I hope you like it!
Also…don’t take anything in it seriously omg! It’s over the top sexy fun! Not supposed to be serious and tied to anything in real life! Real life is boring and sorta scary. This is an escape. Nothing else!
Love,
Alexis
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Alexis Angel
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Man Chaser (unpublished)
Red & Blue
Scandalous (unpublished)
Client 5 (unpublished)
Jailbait
Python
12 Inches
D.I.L.F.
Dirty Daddy
Mr. President
Stories From The 6 Train
The Biggest Licker
Cindersmellya
24 Inches
100 Days
Lust Muscle
Abby Angel
Men of the House
Woman of the House
Mergers & Acquisitions
Profit & Lace
Harem
Dark Angel
The Virgin Market
Gambling For the Virgin
Buyer’s Market
Two Beasts
Dr. Single Dad
Mona Cox (all unpublished)
Alicia Vs. Billionaire
Ashley Vs. Boss
Natalie Vs. Prince
Christine Vs. Professor
Kim Vs. Stepbrother
Lisa Vs. Outlaw
Carla Vs. Cowboy
Fiona Vs. Football Player
Becca Vs. Biker
Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero
Rory Vs. Rockstar
Daphne Vs. Daddy
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ok is dedicated to Silla Webb
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Kisses!
1
Colt
“Oh baby,” Monica moans as she looks back at me as the streets of Dallas zip past us. “You’re fucking me so good.”
I just grunt and slap her ass. She groans lewdly.
I look over to the driver for a second.
Good, I think with some relief. The divider in the limo is sealed off and the driver can’t hear her. She’s moaning like a whore and I fucking love it.
“You like that?” I ask with a nasty sneer of pride.
My 12-inch cock is sliding in and out of her, making a wet sucking noise as it ravages her pussy. Her pussy’s far from tight. But then again, I could fucking tell she was a dirty slut when she came up to me after the game.
“Hey baby,” she said to me, wearing a Dallas Devils jersey that was two sizes too small and a pair of skinny jeans that showed off the whale-tail of her thong. “My boyfriend’s gone home from the game early and taken the car. Mind giving me a lift back into the city?”
Ten minutes later, her clothes were scattered through the interior of the limo as the car made its way back to the city.
“Oh yeah, fuck me harder, baby,” Monica groans and as she does I speed up my strokes. I grab both of her ass cheeks and scoot closer. The natural bumping of the car as it goes down the highway adds the extra friction to the fuck. It stimulates my cock like nothing else.
“Fuck,” she says as I reach over and roughly grab her tit. I fucking love groupies. They don’t want any commitments. They don’t want to try and rescue you. Don’t want you to be a nice guy. They don't want anything more than a nasty fuck.
We’ve been fucking for a bit and my goal is to cum by the time we hit the city. I speed up my thrusts and really start nailing her, holding her by her dark hair, and pulling it back roughly.
She goes insane as her orgasm rips through her. Like a woman possessed by a demon, she starts bucking like a bronco. Her face falls into the seat and while she was on all fours before, now her legs are just jutting her ass out at me.
Just watching her pass out from cumming is enough for me. Her slut body has declared me the winner in this game of fuck. I’m the fucking king. I run my hands down her body and feel my balls tingling.
“I’m going to cum,” I growl, but Monica is already in the throes of another orgasm and an aftershock of an orgasm all cascading into one. She can’t even hear me, she's so far up in orbit.
My balls tighten up and I feel the familiar electric seizures go through my body. My eyes roll up in my head and I can feel my cock convulse. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two.
Fuck.
I shoot out rope after rope of thick gooey cum into the condom that’s sheathing my cock.
“Aargh,” I growl, and speed up my strokes, brushing the underside of my fucking cock against her swollen lips, sending shivers up and down my shaft up and up my spine. My body shivers and I open my eyes and exhale.
Fuck, that was just what I fucking needed to unwind. A willing slut to bend over and take my cock. A pussy to pound after a 32 - 12 win over the Toronto Trojans is just what the doctor ordered.
I pull my cock out and take off my condom. Monica rolls over onto her back, her legs still spread wide open. This bitch has no fucking shame at all. She looks at my condom full of cum and her eyes go wide.
“Jesus, Colt,” she says. “You cum so much! Is that all for me?”
I look over at her and shrug. Her eyes are glinting, thinking her body got me off so good and she’s a special snowflake. Truth is, I usually cum more. I cum in fucking quarts. My body is a fucking machine. No, it’s a fucking temple. A temple to sex. As the starting quarterback for the Dallas Devils and the best quarterback in the entire Nationwide Football League, it better be too - I didn’t play football from the age of eight to not have a fucking cut, ripped physique that Apollo would envy. To have a chiseled face and sculpted jaw that make mothers swoon even after they find out I nailed their daughters. A powerful frame with so much testosterone that fathers look up to me even after I’ve defiled their daughters. But so much testosterone has some side effects. And they’re all fucking good. Consequence number one - I have testicles the size of tennis balls and a 12-inch fucking monster cock. That’s fucking right. One foot of pussy pleasing power.
Consequence number two? I like to fuck. All the fucking time. All women. All shapes. All sizes. I’d fuck you if you wanted, too. I’d fucking eat you out until you fucking screamed so loud that only the birds would be able to hear you. But I wouldn’t be done yet. Then I’d use my fingers and stroke your fucking G-spot and make you squeal. You’d be begging for mercy by the time you came. And then and only then, after a two-orgasm appetizer would I stick my fucking cock into your pussy.
And you would be fucking ruined for other men, baby.
Trust me.
I grab Monica’s thong and use it to wipe my cock clean. It’s all gooey when I’m done and Monica looks at me in shock. Fuck, she’s not going to want to wear this.
I shrug and open the window to the limo and wrap the thong around the condom, creating a bullet and chuck it out with force. Probably should have put it in a bag or something because I see it splatter over the windshield of a police car. Whatever. They got some of Colt Stackford’s cum on their windshield. They could scrape it off and sell it on eBay, that shit is so fucking valuable.
But there must have been someone in the car because the police car opens on the driver’s side as the limo turns the corner. The last thing I see looking out the window is a uniformed police officer picking up the condom that’s now leaking cum and splattered on his windshield and looking my way as he makes a face. I laugh.
Too bad we’ve turned the corner. Oh yeah, and too bad I’m fucking untouchable.
“Stop the car,” I tell the driver, putting on my boxer briefs and jeans.
“Where are you going?” Monica asks me as I put on my clothes. She’s still naked.
I look at her. “It’s not me, babe,” I say, using the same lines as with every other woman who’s been to the back of the limo before her. “I gotta go, and I can’t have you come with me.”
She looks at me and realizes this is where she gets off.
What?
Don’t look at me like that. I’m not putting her in danger. The subway is right there. The bus too. It’s a nice part of town.
“Okay,” she says hesitantly. I watch her put on her clothes and I make sure she does it fast because all of a sudden I see the cum-car cop rounding the corner and begin walking towards the limo.
“I only got a minute, babe,” I tell her. “And then you got to get out, no matter what you’re wearing.”
Not wanting to be naked on the street, she puts as much of her jeans as possible and slips her jersey back on. She can’t find her bra, but I don’t offer to help her.
“Call me, okay?” she says as she leans for the kiss and I instead move and open the door on my side for her, moving away with the agility of a cat and using her momentum to propel her outside.
“You got it, Monica,” I say smoothly, giving her my million-dollar smile.
