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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Alexis Angel
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 in
to your pussy.
And you would be fucking ruined for other men, baby.
Trust me.