“Fuck!” I shout out, my body convulsing as I come hard. Body, mind, soul - everything in me has been obliterated by Colt’s relentless cock. Hell, I want nothing more than to let myself fall to the floor and collapse from exhaustion; but I have a responsibility: I can’t let a man that has fucked me like this to get out of my penthouse with a complaint lodged between his lips. No way.
I stand up, his cock sliding out of me in a single movement, and turn to him. I don’t even give him a second: before he knows it, I’m on my knees, my lips wrapped once again around his cock. I move my head as fast as I can, my tongue savoring the taste of my own pussy, matching that rhythm with the stroking of my hand.
It doesn’t take long.
He grabs my head harshly, the muscles in his body bulging as he grunts hard, the sound of it almost like a threat. I pull back out fast, getting ready for what’s about to come - and I mean that pretty literally.
He cums like a fountain, semen gushing out of him in an endless torrent. I open my mouth wide, allowing thick strands of it to fall straight on my tongue, coating it with that salty and manly flavor of his. I look straight into his eyes, enjoying his look of pure delight as his cock keeps twitching hard in his hand, his white juice now splattering all over my face and tits.
With his teeth gritted, he keeps holding his cock while it gives its final spasms. When it’s over, he lets go of his still hard member and looks at me with a grin on his lips.
“Seems like you really know how to use that thing,” I tell him, nodding at his cock. Colt already has an ego big enough, though, and I don’t want to add to it. Well, there’s nothing better than a bit of truth to help keep someone like that in check. “Just like Ethan.”
“I must have really fucked your brains out,” he laughs, “for you to be comparing me to him.”
Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I almost think I saw his cock twitch when I mentioned Ethan. Could it be…? Whatever’s going on between these two, it’s more than rivalry.
Either way, these two are something else entirely. They are a force of nature - you can try to tame them, but you better know what you're getting yourself into. Lucky for me, I know exactly what I'm doing. You don't get to own a team like the New York Nailers if you’re not tough and smart enough. That's why I can fuck the best two players in the league and still keep everyone reigned in. That’s me, Julianna Heaton.
I get to my feet then, turning my back to Colt. I can see a light flashing fast in the building next to my own, almost as if someo
ne is snapping pictures. Paparazzi? Fuck, can’t these guys ever have enough? Either way, I have no way of knowing… And even if it’s the goddamn paparazzi, who the hell cares?
“I’m going to have a shower. Feel free to leave,” I tell Colt offhandedly. I know I’m pissing him off, and I’m doing that deliberately. Has Colt ever had any woman dismiss him like that? I bet he hasn’t. And that’s exactly why I do it - oh, I just know he won’t be able to take me off his head for the next few days.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I’m always fucking serious… babe,” I say with a wink. I reach down and see my black lace thong on the floor.
“Here,” I say picking up at the sopping wet fabric and tossing it to him. “Souvenir.”
I step inside my private bathroom and lock the door, the sound of the lock turning pretty much cutting the conversation short.
I have to be honest, I wouldn’t mind if he stayed longer… But I just can’t let him so close, so fast. People are fucked up, and too much trust always ends up biting you in the ass. Better like this.
A few minutes after, I hear the door to my penthouse slam shut as Colt leaves, and I step inside the shower, the scalding water lapping at my skin and washing away all the sweat and cum.
Colt Stackford, Ethan Blake. In just one week, these two guys have completely taken my body and mind by assault. Now, you might think I’m torn between the two of them… But I never really liked hard choices... I’m pretty greedy, you know?
I want it all.
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Hello, and welcome to SportsNation Highlights. It's Monday and I'm your host for the evening, Lauren Valderrama. With me, we have today our special guest, Larry Summers, once special counsel to the Prince of St. Albans, Anders Blaine. Larry has recently opened up his public relations firm, Summers Consulting, which deals with athletes, celebrities, and the issues that they face.
Lauren: Larry, so what do you think of the latest development in the saga of the New York Nailers?
Larry (shrugging): I honestly don't think that on the face of it, it’s that big of a deal. But remember, that's if you look at it as an isolated incident. Most likely the public would gossip about it for a day or two, but then News of the Times would move onto another story...
Lauren: That's right. I mean, a man is leaving a woman's apartment.
Cut to video:
Silent footage of Colt. He is outside Julianna's door. It's evening and his clothing is disheveled as he walks out. He reaches into his pants and pulls out a pair of black lace panties. He brings them to his nose and smells deeply. The door opens up as he’s about to walk away and Julianna emerges. She says something and he rushes over and kisses her. She seems to be saying something, trying to explain but he stops her with a kiss and grabs her ass. Her robe falls open and the camera partially catches the side of her bare breast.
The two part, and she says something and smiles wickedly at him, and rubs her hand on his crotch. The two laugh and exchange a few words before he twirls the pair of panties and walks to the elevator. Julianna watches for a few moments before closing the door.