Girls Vs. Love

by Mona Cox

  "Hey," I say to him. He looks at me and smiles.

  I kiss him.

  800 million flashbulbs.

  So not why I was doing it.

  But I'll take it!

  That’s it.

  I’ve decided.

  Life with Danny Manning is going to be a fucking blast.

  30

  Fiona

  I can’t believe that I actually pulled this off.

  The security at the Nailers’ stadium is pretty tight, but I somehow managed to sneak inside the private areas just by waving Ashley’s press card as fast as I can and pretending that I was some big shot press officer.

  I strolled down the corridors in awe as I passed by some of the players, tall muscled men just getting out of the shower. Who do I talk to about living down here? I can bring a tent.

  Finding Danny wasn’t hard; I just needed to follow the noise. He was right in front of the conference room, hounded by a legion of journalists that wanted more than just his short post-game comments. I figure that tomorrow people will be talking about his performance for hours on end.

  The moment Danny sees me walking down the corridor, he pushes his way out from the circle of journalists and heads toward me in a hurried pace. I stand in place, looking at him come as if I’ve never seen him before. God, he looks so deliciously handsome. How in the world have I slept in his bed? I should buy a lottery ticket, you know, just in case my luck keeps being this good.

  Grabbing me by the arm, he pushes me inside a room, stunned by the fact that I somehow managed to pass security. I just take Ashley’s press credentials and wave them in front of his face. Oh, yeah, I’m a resourceful woman.

  “You’re trouble, Fiona,” he tells me, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his deep rumbling voice.

  “You have no idea,” I say, going up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips against his. When I pull back, my heart is racing at a thousand miles per hour. “Where are we?” I ask him, looking around the place we’re in. There are wide polished benches lining the walls, and there are numbered Nailers jerseys hanging in front of tall lockers over the benches. To my right, the room opens up into a large showering area without any stalls. For a moment, I imagine dozens of naked gorgeous men standing under the running water, and that pleasant warmness spreads to my pussy.

  “Welcome to the Nailers’ locker room,” he smiles, and I can hear a note of pride in the way he says it.

  “Lock the door,” I whisper at him, placing both my hands on his chest. What? I want to know how it feels to fuck in one of the most famous locker rooms in the US.

  “You’re completely insane, did you know that?” he tells me, but turns the lock on the door all the same. Walking back to me, he places his hands on my hips and pushes my body until my back is against the tiled wall of the locker room.

  “It’s your fault,” I purr, wasting no time and taking my hands to his crisp white shirt. With my eyes glued on his, I untuck his shirt and then start unbuttoning it. “You won the game, and you said yourself… You like a girl who keeps her promises.”

  “That’s right,” he says, grabbing the hem of my blouse and pulling it over my head. His eyes become hungry as he glances at the upper curve of my breasts, and I just close my eyes as he leans into me and lays a kiss between my tits. Moving his lips up, he follows the contour of my chin and then presses his mouth against mine, parting my lips with his tongue.

  Surrendering to his kiss, I let my hands fall to his waist and I put them to work, unbuckling his belt. I then open the top button on his pants and unzip his fly, my skin prickling as his hard cock strains against his boxer briefs and slaps the back of my hand. Turning my wrist, I flatten the palm of my hand against his cock and start rubbing on it, that sweet anticipation building inside of me.

  “Missed my cock, babe?” he teases me, running one hand through my hair and tangling his long fingers in it. He makes me throw my head back and I gasp, tightening my fingers around his shaft so harshly I wouldn’t be surprised if he complained. Of course, he doesn’t; complaining is not part of his genetic composition.

  “I sure did,” I purr, letting go of his cock and sliding my hand down his boxer briefs. I bite on my lower lip as I feel the warmness of his shaft against my fingertips, and I just grab his thick cock again, pushing both pants and boxer briefs down with my free hand. He takes the chance to kick off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers. Wanting him completely naked, I push his open shirt down his arms, and then take a moment to marvel at how perfect his body looks. Maybe it’s because he pushed himself to the limit during the game, but somehow his muscles look even more toned than before; the lines between his abs are carved deep on his stomach, and each perfect square feels like it’s made of concrete.

  “You know what I spent the whole game thinking of?” he asks me, a grin on his lips. “Looking down and seeing you on your knees, my cock sliding in between your lips…” he whispers against my ear, and that’s all it takes for me to go down.

  “I’m a natural at motivation, it seems,” I tell him the moment my knees touch the floor. I place my hands on his legs and then move them up to his waist, closing in on his cock.

  I move my fingertips over his skin, tracing the lines separating his ripped muscles and going down to his inner thighs, but always keep a dangerous distance between my hands and his cock. He’s looking at me with an untamable hunger in his eyes, and I can tell that he’s fighting against the urge to just grab my hands and place them on his cock. Not that I’d mind if he did that, but I’m actually enjoying the creases of anticipation growing on his face as I tease him hard.

  “Patience is a virtue…” I say, smiling as I look up at him. “Isn’t that what you always say?”

  “Fuck patience,” he groans, finally relenting and curling his fingers around my wrist. Wasting no time, he guides my hand toward his cock and I submit to his desire, grabbing his thick shaft. Giving up on my teasing ways, I start stroking him as fast as I can, moving my hand up and down the whole length of his shaft.

  Using my free hand, I caress his balls, rolling them over my stretched fingers; still with my eyes locked on his, I start leaning in toward his cock. I tilt my head sideways and I reach for the side of his shaft with the tip of my tongue. Resting it against his warm skin, I run my tongue down to his balls and, there, I open my mouth and start sucking on one of them. I take it inside my mouth and, after lapping at it with my tongue, I move to the other one and do exactly the same.

  Sliding my tongue back up his shaft, I only stop at the tip of his cock. I run my tongue in fast wide circles around it and, then, I finally lower myself and wrap my lips around his pulsing flesh. Doing it as slowly as I can, I roll my lips down his shaft until I can feel his cock pressed against the back of my throat; closing my eyes, I make one final effort and take the remaining inches inside of my mouth. To be honest, I have no idea how I’m doing this; his cock is so big that it should be physically impossible to have him all inside my mouth. I guess that, with Danny, the impossible becomes possible.

  Sliding back over his shaft, I go down again, starting a pendulum motion. Grabbing his cock, I bob my head back and forth as fast as I can, my lips making a wet sound as they go over his length. I keep on stroking him as I do it, my hand and my mouth in sync with one another.

  Wanting to go the extra mile, I finally peel my fingers off his cock and place both my hands on his ass cheeks, digging my fingers into his flesh and pulling him into me. Holding onto his body, I start moving my mouth at a frenetic pace, going so fast that the muscles in my neck start cramping up.

  “Where did you learn all that?” Danny asks me, placing both his hands on my head and pulling his cock out. There’s a grin on his lips, one that tells me that, after this appetizer, he’s more than ready to go for the main course. Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet and presses me against the wall again, crushing his mouth against mine.

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h one hand on my waist, he slides it to my lower back and then pulls down the zipper on my skirt. After that, he just tugs on it, sending it down my legs. The fabric pools at my feet and I kick it to a faraway corner, suddenly feeling exposed just in my tiny thong and black heels, and liking it.

  “Come here,” he says, placing his hands under my ass cheeks and lifting me up. I cross my legs on his lower back, placing one arm over his shoulder. He presses his body into me and I do the rest, using my free hand to flick my thong to the side. I bite on my lower lip as I feel the tip of his cock against my drenched folds, but that’s everything I have the time to do; with one quick thrust he’s in me, his thick mast pushing its way past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls.

  “So good,” I moan, pressing my forehead against his and smiling.

  “It is,” he agrees, rocking his hips and sliding his cock in and out of me. I start moaning louder as his thrusts become almost unbearable, the strength with which he does it shaking me to the core. My skin is burning, my muscles are electrified, and my mind is boiling. Every single cell in me is devoted to one single thing: pleasure.

  “It’s so… fucking… good…” I breathe out, the words getting out of me between thrusts. He says nothing; he just keeps on fucking me, pistoning into me as if his ultimate purpose on Earth is to please me. Which sounds pretty good, if I’m allowed to brag.

  He keeps on upping his pace until I just can’t take it anymore; I throw my head back, bumping it against the smooth tiles in the wall, and let out one mighty scream, loud enough for every single person in the stadium to hear it.

  “You keep being this loud, soon enough those reporters are going to bust their way in,” he tells me, but the joking tone in his voice tells me that he’s not worried about it one bit. If anything, we’d just put on a show great enough to match what Danny did inside the field.

  “Let them come,” I whisper as I uncross my legs and he puts me down. Breathing hard, I escape his hold and then sashay to the benches lining the walls. He follows after me, but before he can lays his hands on me, I grab one arm of his and push him down onto the bench. I hook my fingers on my thong and, moving my hips from side to side, slide it down my legs; then, moving as fast as I can, I jump on top of him, my knees on the wooden surface of the benches as my hand darts to his cock.

  Guiding his shaft right where I need it to be, I ease myself down, allowing him to pierce me. The moment I feel all of his inches buried deep inside me, I start moving my hips back and forth in a flowing motion. I ride him fast and I ride him hard, my eyes closed as moans just tumble out of my lips.

  “That’s it,” he groans, grabbing my ass cheeks and feeling the movement of my body. His long fingers over my cheeks from side to side, and a shiver goes up my side as I feel his fingertips over my crack. Noticing it, he spreads my cheeks wide and then starts caressing the gap between them, moving one finger up and down. He stops right over my asshole then, pressing gently there.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp as he starts pushing his finger inside my ass, the movement of my body growing more erratic and violent. He truly drives me crazy, there’s no doubt about it, and somehow I know this is just the start. With Danny, every limit that I have, or think that I have, is going to end up shattered. And that’s exactly the way I want it.

  He starts fingering me as I straddle him, waves of pleasure crashing against my body as I forget to breathe. If I didn’t need to be alive to keep on fucking him, I don’t think that I’d even start to breathe again. But I do, taking one deep breath of ecstasy as a blend of adrenaline and pleasure rages through my veins.

  I ride myself straight into oblivion, finishing off with one sudden thrust. I hold my position as the whole universe seems to explode inside my body, fireworks going off behind my closed eyelids. My brain is on fire, and I don’t even know what rational thought is anymore. I’m just a wild animal right now, preying on his body and devouring it.

  “Oh my --” I don’t finish the sentence; the muscles around my throat become so tense that the words get blocked on the way up. I just throw my head back and hiss like a serpent, a sudden spasm forcing my muscles to relax and then to twitch as if I’m being shocked. There’s a high voltage current running through my body right now, my veins and arteries its conductor. “OH GOD!” I finally manage to say, shouting it at the top of my lungs as my pussy tightens up around his shaft like a vice.

  I stop moving for a few seconds, catching my breath and relishing the way his naked body feels when against mine.

  “You’re one of a kind, Fiona,” Danny whispers, taking one hand to my face and stroking my cheek softly. I look back at him, not really knowing what to say, and so I just smile. Who’d have known I’d hear these words from Danny Manning?

  “Now…” I whisper back at him, “are you ready for your prize?”

  “My… prize?”

  “You won the game, you deserve something special,” I say, raising my hips and taking his cock out of me. I roll to the side and putting both hands and knees on the bench, I go on all fours. “What're you waiting for?” I ask him, looking back at him over my shoulder.

  “Are you sure?” he asks, but he’s already positioning himself behind me, that wild hunger in his eyes.

  “More than sure… I want you to have me. To have all of me,” I say, wiggling my ass back at him.

  “What you want, you get.” He places both his hands on my cheeks and then spreads them wide; then, using one hand, he grabs his cock and starts brushing its tip against my pussy. “But I’m not done with your pussy,” he says, and with that he thrusts. I let out one wild scream as his shaft flies all the way in, his thrust so harsh that it almost rips me in half.

  “Fuck,” I groan as he starts to thrust, no build-up to his rhythm this time, he just goes hard from the start, completely demolishing my pussy. “Harder,” I find myself thrusting back at him and allowing the sound of flesh on flesh to lull me into a trance. I go deeper down into a dream-like state and, by the time another orgasm explodes inside of me, I don’t even know if I’m still conscious.

  “Now…” he starts, taking his cock out of my pussy and brushing it up and down the length of my crack, “are you ready for this?” He presses the tip of his cock against my hole, and my heart tightens up inside my chest. Ready? No way. But I want it all the same; I push my ass back at him, and I can’t help but let out one scream as I feel his first inch stretching my ass as it goes in.

  “Oh, God,” I gasp as he keeps on pushing his shaft inside my ass, my inner walls hugging his thickness so tightly I don’t even know how he’s inside of me.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he tells me, pushing his cock all the way down. He stops for a long second, savoring my tight ass, and then he slides back out. Slowly, he builds up a rhythm, rocking his hips against me as my insides try to accommodate him. I can’t believe that I’m actually doing this; I’ve never let a man take my ass, and now I have a twelve-inch cock in there. Remember what I said about limits being shattered? Yeah, this is what I was talking about.

  “Harder… Harder…” I moan, slowly moving my body and trying to match the growing rhythm of his thrusts. My insides are on fire, and this time it’s so intense that I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Guided by instinct, I take one to my stomach and then slide it down to my pussy, using two fingers to rub on my clit. I do it in abandonment, my body obeying to some higher power that commands me to drive straight to the edge of pleasure. Which, of course, is exactly what I do.

  “HARDER!” I scream, closing my eyes as tears of pleasure stream down my face. I’m grinding my teeth against each other, my jaw so tense I bet I could chew through steel right now. Obeying my scream, Danny grabs me by the hips; with one foot on the floor and the other up on the bench, he rams his cock into me so hard that I almost fall forward. He goes like that until I feel that tidal wave of ecstasy coming for me once more.

  How many times have I already come since we sneaked our way into the Nailers’ lock
room? Fuck, I’ve lost count already. It’s kinda funny, really; I usually could tell you how many orgasms I had in a month, and now I can’t tell you how many I had during the past half an hour. It seems that sex with Danny is a constant sequence of touchdowns. He’s a man built with winning as his only purpose; on the field or between the sheets, winning is all that he’s programmed to do. And I can’t think of a purpose better than that.

  “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” I start, but my train of thought derails as he gives me one final thrust, moving his hips forward so violently that I have to let go of my clit and place my hand down on the bench to support myself. It hits me in a heartbeat; electric needles stab my brain over and over again, and my muscles start to spasm erratically as that all-consuming orgasm blankets both my mind and my body.

  Every woman should have an orgasm like this, at least once in her life. Think I’m kidding? I’m not. Too many women go through life without knowing what true pleasure is. And I’m not even talking about the ones that don’t even know what an orgasm really is. Now that’s something that breaks my little heart.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Danny suddenly says, reigniting the movement of his hips. Moving without thinking, I let my body fall forward and his cock pops out of me. I go down to my knees fast and turn to him, reaching for his cock with both of my hands.

  “Yes, you’re going to cum…” I tell him, looking him in the eye with a sinful smile on my lips. “All over me,” I conclude as I start to stroke him with both of my hands, moving them back and forth in a flurry of movement. I do it so fast that my hands are just a blur, the spasms of his cock against my fingers making me delirious.

  “Fuck,” is his final word before a long and thick rope of cum shoots out from his cock. It hits me straight in the face, and I open my mouth by instinct. The next strand goes inside my mouth and over my tongue; angling his cock, I aim it at my mouth until it’s brimming. I keep on looking him in the eye as he cums, his look of pure bliss making it oh-so-worth-it.