by Abbey Foxx
It’s taken me a while to accept the fact the Alex Vann Haden is in love with me, it’s going to take even more to accept he wants to make a family with me too.
I take hold of his cock, which is as hard as steel, lift my legs up to balance them on the edge of my desk and pull him towards me. Alex and I fuck constantly, but I never once get bored. Every single time we go at it, he gives me something new and something I want desperately to come back for more of. I can’t go a day without having him inside me, a few hours without touching him and making sure he’s still there.
I part my panties, wet already with my juices and tease him up and down my slit, careful not to moan too loudly this time.
Alex lets me take control, his hands either exploring my hardening nipples or tugging gently at my hair or trying to get at my pussy, which I expressly forbid.
Alex kisses me passionately and every time he does so, I feel his cock head swell magnificently against my clit. I watch strands of pre-cum stick to my nub, mix with my own juices and form a web it delights me to see swing between us. Eventually, when I can’t take it anymore, I adjust my position slightly and slide him into me.
Alex and I have always fit together like a glove, and tonight is no different. I feel every single ridge, every vein, every nerve ending against mine, my body buzzing and shaking as though I’m no longer in control of it.
“Baby?” Alex whispers.
I nod my head. “Fuck yes.”
Alex slides so deep I can feel heat rising up my back and climbing into my neck. I push back and almost scream with the intensity of it, so close already to orgasm, I have to pause for a moment and grit my teeth to hold on. With his hand cupped around the back of my neck, he tilts my head towards his and rests his forehead against mine.
“I love you”, he says.
I’ve never felt so close to anyone in my life. My lip trembles and my skin bobbles up in goose pimples as big as m&ms.
“I love you. I’ve never loved anyone so much in my life”, I say back.
I’m crying now, tears streaming out of my eyes and railing down my cheeks at the beauty of it. I’ve never felt pure passion and pure emotion rolled together so much in one. It’s so powerful I can hardly control my response. Alex moves his hands and lifts me up from the desk in one go, and with my head buried into his neck, I wrap my legs around his back and pull myself onto his cock, my pussy widening at his base so much I feel something I never have before. I’m going to come so hard It’ll change me. I’m going to come so hard I can’t fail to get pregnant.
Alex lets himself drop to the ground, first to his knees and then onto his back so I can ride him up into me even deeper, pushing down on his cock as fiercely as I can, stretched so wide I’m at my full extent.
Nothing I’ve ever done before feels as good as this. I pull back on the skin around my clit to show him and feel an ache of pleasure cascade around a belly already filled with a million butterflies.
It feels so good I can’t help but continue touching myself. Alex loves it when I do this and I can feel an immediate response from him inside me pushing against my pussy muscles. I lift up to reveal his shaft, delighted at how much of him I can always get inside me and then drop down slowly so we can both see my pussy enlarge to his size, slick with my juices and throbbing away ready to give me his.
I’m on the edge and climbing higher, and the longer I hold on the better I know it’ll be. There could be noises outside, but I wouldn’t care. There could be people up secretly watching, but nothing would stop me now. Alex and I are going to make a baby and I’ll bring the whole fucking house down while we do it if need be.
He wrestles me over with a flick of his leg so deft I don’t even have to dismount him, and then pins me against a bean bag and the ground ready to fuck his seed inside me.
I can see the determination in his face manifesting itself across the tightened muscles of his chest, the twitch and recoil of his Adonis belt and the beads of sweat now pearling his brow that say nothing to me but win.
A Superbowl, a girl, a baby, a family and happiness all in one go. Alex Vann Haden has come home and he’s here to fucking stay.
Suddenly I scream. I’m fucking screaming and I can’t stop it. I close my mouth, I smack my hand across my lips and I bury my head in a cushion but the moans go on. They don’t stop. They won’t leave me. This whole house is going to wake up and find Alex with his dick inside me pumping out a stream of cum.
“Oh, fuck, Lucy.”
It’s so powerful I have to bite the back of my hand. I’ve never felt anything like it. It feels like my atoms are shifting inside me. It feels like someone’s pumping drugs around my system. It feels like pleasure and happiness all rolled into one while someone’s stopped time so I get to appreciate it. It feels like perfection and the dirtiest, seediest, grubbiest, naughtiest fuck all in one go.
“Fuck.”
I say that way too loud and as soon as I do I hear doors opening and see lights go on in corridors from the gap underneath the door.
Alex has his eyes shut, his face squashed together and his bottom lip tucked sexily between his top front teeth. His body is shaking and convulsing and twisting around just as much as mine is, so the two of us look like we are having a fit.
I hear Gabe crying and another door open. I hear Alex’s raspy breaths and I hear my heart beating so much I think it’s going to pop out of me entirely. Finally, I hear a voice sweep underneath the door to us I know is going to get us both in trouble.
“What is all that banging?”
Alex can’t help but laugh, which sets me off too. Alex still rock hard inside me, my whole family out there in the corridor, Charlie asking why someone’s banging away next door and our future child still warm inside my pussy.
I expect the inevitable, but it doesn’t come. For a moment, when the silhouette of someone appears outside my door, and I expect for the whole world the door handle to start jiggling up and down, I brace myself for the worst, ready to kick Alex away as soon as I see it go, but thankfully, for whatever reason under whatever god is looking down upon us, it doesn’t.
I hear Tracy usher Charlie back to bed. I hear Jack tutting loudly, I hear the toilet flush go and then I see the lights go out and the world sink back into darkness and silence.
“Fuck, that was close”, I say.
“I think it was closer than that, if you don’t get on your back with you legs in the air as soon as possible, we might have to try again.”
I don’t allow him to head back to his room, not after what we’ve done together, so after I’ve let gravity do what it needs to do with his fluids and my body, I strip him fully down and slide him into the single bed alongside me. It’s a tiny space with his huge size, but despite that, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he just insists I fall asleep on top of him, making sure if I have to wake him up early I do so with his dick in my mouth.
We get funny looks in the morning, but nobody says anything to us specifically about what they think they might have suspected we were up to last night, even though on the way back to his guest bedroom in the morning, Alex accidentally bumps into Mark.
I guess families all have secrets they want to keep and mine is probably no different, especially if the reason Mark was up that early anyway was because he was on his way back from Tracy’s room.
Charlie is over the moon with his signed Giants uniform, while Mom seems more pleased than I expect with the bracelet we get her. She even gives Alex a kiss on the cheek, and officially welcomes him to the family.
We pass the day like any family would. We eat, we argue, we drink too much and finally we agree to sing, when Mom refuses to take no for an answer, and every time I look at Alex, I feel my heart flutter.
This is the man that never looked at me. This is the man that decided to wait. And now, this is the man that’s going to be the father of my children. We haven’t even been together three months yet. We haven’t even discussed marriage, but somehow we both know.
Today, my pussy still warm with his cum, my body still trembling when I think about it, I’m on the top of the world looking out, and the future looks rosier than ever.
Fifteen.
Alex
It’s here. The most important day of my life, and we happen to be in the Superbowl final as well. Lucy has no idea what I’ve got planned for her, which means I win anyway, no matter what happens on the field. This season has been an absolute blast so far, and unless something completely out of the ordinary happens today, we’ll be lifting the trophy for the second year in a row. Seriously, it would take an act of god for the Bengals to beat us. We’ve gone this season unbeaten in every game so far, and this one looks likely to be no different.
They’ve got a lot of fight, and I’ve got a serious amount of respect for the way they’ve played this year, especially with the amount of injuries they’ve sustained, but as soon as this game begins and we get out on the field, it’s going to be war. I don’t like losing, and losing is something I don’t plan to do today.
I didn’t sleep much, but that isn’t unusual, and I won’t let it affect me. I never sleep the day before a big battle anyway, and we’ve had bigger challenges this year we’ve practically walked our way through, so I’m not worried.
I’m nervous, which is good, but I’m nervous about that other thing as well so that might be the reason. It’s not like I’ve never been here before either. The crowd, the noise, the way your heart beats so fast you think you’re about to have a heart attack, the wait to get onto the field and the way the ball feels just that tiny bit different in your hands, I was born for that. The arena is my office, the field my desk, the millions and millions of fans my clients for what I was born to do.
I have Luke’s pendant on underneath my shirt, and before I get out there I give it a kiss. Coach has given the motivational talk, and I’m pumped up and ready to end this.
I look for Lucy in the crowd, and it takes me a while to find here in the chaos that surrounds us. I blow her a kiss, which she catches and places on her belly. A month and a half and it’s the size of a grain of rice, and nobody knows but the doctors and us. Lucy wants a boy and she wants to name it Luke Sebastian Vann Haden after my brother and her father, and I would be happy with either. I’m just pleased she’s pregnant in all honesty, and I still can’t believe how keen she was to begin, without any persuasion at all.
When Lucy’s a little further on, and she can’t hide her bump and longer, no one’s going to be able to say a bad word about us. The press have already done a complete U-turn over their attitudes towards me this season, and since Lucy did her Sports Illustrated interview, she’s become well liked and highly in demand. Since all that bullshit with the Cincinnati Chest and the two or three girls that came out of the woodwork afterward, we haven’t seen a single negative news story, and for the first time in what seems like forever, unless the press have something decent to say about me, they just leave me alone.
Lucy is here with her mother, Jack, Tracy, and Charlie. I extended invites to the rest of her family members as well, but Dana and Mark are currently on a break while Dana goes through therapy and Mark takes a stint in rehab for alcohol and Oxycontin addiction, so weren’t really in the best state to come. My parents are here too. Dad’s not been to a game since the last Superbowl and Mom wasn’t going to come because of the travel, but I wanted them to be here to see me win and meet the other side of the family too.
Everyone but Lucy is sat up in the posh, expensive seats. Lucy’s in the press box next to the action, as close as the marshalls will allow her to get, and I know for a fact, even when she’s nine months pregnant and ready to pop, that’s where she’ll still want to be, fighting the crowds, cheering me on, on the edge of her seat and the tips of her toes.
There’s a whole lot of commercial shit we have to run through before we actually have the privilege of starting to play, but once you’ve done one of these you know how it works, and as much as all you want to do is get the job done, this part figures into it just as much. If you can’t get through the bullshit before it, you’ve got no chance of lasting the game.
We salute the crowd, we do welcoming laps, we get past MVPs honored and we get the national anthem sung by the latest big titted, empty-headed star I should recognize but don’t. It’s not quite the Cincinnati Chest, but she isn’t all that far off, which is kind of appropriate considering we’re up against the Bengals.
Eventually, after what seems like an hour of pre-game entertainment - I swear these things get longer and longer each year - we finally take to the field.
My fourth Superbowl final, my second in just as many years, and I’m not even twenty-eight yet. I’ve got ten more years left in me, maybe even more. I’m going to take that record and smash it into so many pieces it’ll take years for someone to beat it. When I finally hang up my boots, I’m going to be remembered in this game as the man who could never be beaten. Passing yards, touchdowns, starts and finishes, I’m going to beat them all, Lucy and the rest of my family watching over me, like they were always meant to do.
The first quarter is a masterclass of football from both teams, and I’m impressed by how the Bengals take everything we throw at them and give back to us with just as much force. I’m untouchable, but they defend against us well and we have to work hard to get points on the board. We pip the quarter 10-7, which is just about a fair result for what we’ve seen. The touchdown we score is a rush from eight yards, and the one we concede a piece of outlandish brilliance by their rookie wide receiver Carlos Zane.
Zane is a constant threat in our half of the field, and what he lacks in experience he more than makes up for in speed and agility. He’s not the biggest man on the field, but with feet as quick as they are, he doesn’t need to be.
We’re the better side on paper, the better side coming into this game, but if we don’t control Zane we are likely to make this more difficult than it needs to be. Coach is aware of it too, and before we come out for the second quarter, we mix up a few of the plays and make sure everyone on our defensive line is aware who they need to be looking out for.
Apart from Zane, and a couple of veterans, their offensive line is as normal as any other team. Where the Bengals have excelled this year is in defense, and coming into this final, the only team that has conceded fewer points is us. We need to work hard to wear them down, and make sure we don’t fall asleep when they're coming at us, because if Zane gets even half an inch on one of our backs, he’s going to slice through us like a knife through hot butter.
The second quarter is a fierce battle of attrition that leaves injuries on both sides, white flags thrown to the ground, plays contested, penalties awarded and helmets knocked around like conkers. I wouldn’t call either the Giants or the Bengals dirty or violent sides, but at the end of the first half, I feel like I’ve been in a battle. Zane scores another outrageous touchdown, but it isn’t enough for the Bengals to go into the lead. We work hard and go in 24-14 up, which is a higher score than I expected at the start of the game.
I throw two perfect crossfield touchdown passes - the kind of sweet missile balls that look like they are guided by lasers - which are plucked out of the air expertly by our own rookie wide receiver.
It’s the kind of stuff you see on the training ground once every blue moon, and afterward, look around stunned, asking yourself if that really happened. The crowd goes wild when they see it, none more so than Lucy. From the point of view of a casual observer, they look like simple plays, which is where their brilliance lies. For those in the know, it is a perfect execution of something only a few people are capable of doing, and making it look so simple is nothing more than elevating sport to an art form.
Both of Zane’s touchdowns are close, but those two touchdo
wns of ours in the second quarter eclipse even those.
24-14 is a decent lead heading into the second half. We won last year’s Superbowl with fewer points, but in that one, we were so tight we didn’t even concede a single touchdown. The record for touchdown passes in a Superbowl final is six, and I’ve got my eyes on breaking that, even if it looks almost impossible.
Winning isn’t enough for me. I want to win better than anyone else has in the past. I want to smash my opponents into nothing, then pick up that nothing and smash it into a void so huge it’ll never come back again. This is their third final, and their third attempt at winning it. I wish them luck in making that a fourth.
We take to the field again after a half-time music show I don’t even realize is going on. I’m so focused I don’t even take my helmet off during the break, and although I’m relaxed inside, it probably looks nothing like it from the outside. All we need to do to win is hold on, but holding on was never good enough for me and all these players know it. I won’t risk losing, but I’m not a make do man either. If there are records available for the taking, I’ll go for them. If there’s a pass to play I’m going to play that same fucking pass, whether ten points in the lead or ten points behind.
We kick the second half off, and they run the ball back like they always do up into the middle of the field. We should stop them way before we do, and I make sure every single one of our players, whether out on the field on stood around me to the side of it know we can’t be complacent.
We’re winning, it’s what we do best, but there is a full half left of this game, and I’m not going to stand here and watch it slip away from us.
The Bengals aren’t exactly the best side historically, but they are strong, determined and talented in specific areas, and if we aren’t careful, one fuck up could cost us the game.
They turn one down into another and before too long, and a series of decent plays even I would be proud of producing, they’ve made it to our twenty-yard line and are bearing their teeth down upon us.
