Page 31 of The Problem with Sports
I ripped her blouse open, promising to replace it, and when Andie was finally coming to her senses, I said, “I want you to ride me, baby.”
“Nathan…” she moaned.
I let the ripped fabric of her blouse hang loose around her as I reached back and unclipped her bra. It was one of those cute ones without straps, so the second I unclipped it, it had fallen on the floor to join my discarded clothing.
Fuck, her tits were magnificent.
I leaned in and took one nipple in my mouth as my hand tightened on her hip. Andie’s arms wrapped around the back of my head, and she held me there as I feasted on her heavy, round tits. I was never going to get enough of this woman. I knew it like I knew my name, and I haven’t even slid into her pussy yet.
I pulled away from her tit and looked into her dazed brown eyes. “Ride my cock, baby.”
“Nathan…”
“Reach down, take my cock, and slide it into that tight, wet pussy, baby.” She balanced on her knees and did exactly what I had requested. But when she wrapped her hand around my dick, she froze. “What’s wrong?”
Her brown eyes widened. “Nathan, I don’t think it’s going to fit,” she mumbled quietly, and if I weren’t dying to get inside her, I’d be basking in this moment, but sliding inside her was the priority here.
“It’ll fit, Andrea,” I assured her. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, baby, it’s going to slide right in.” I was lying. It was going to be a struggle, but I could possibly die if she changed her mind right now.
Seriously.
Die.
I watched her take a deep breath and I couldn’t stop the groan as she positioned herself over my cock and began to slide down.
I was never going to let this fucking woman leave my bedroom.
“Oh, God…” she hissed. “Oh, oh….”
I held her hips firmly as I told her, “You got this, baby. Ride that cock, Andrea.”
“It’s so fucking big,” she whimpered, and I was going to propose in the fucking morning.
“You can take it,” I prayed. “Show me how well you can take my cock.”
Andie grabbed onto my shoulders, and after the most agonizing seconds of my life, she finally started riding my dick. Slow at first, but soon, Andie was bouncing on my hard dick like she’s been doing it for fucking years.
“Oh, God…Nathan…yes…”
My fingers dug into her hips. “Take that cock, baby,” I grunted. “Take what you need.” After all, I wasn’t the one who’s gone two years without sex. I had her on my lap because this was about her, not me. Next time will be about me, and the third time will be aboutus.
“You feel so good…” she panted out, and this fucking woman was great for my ego. “I’m going to cum al…already…”
I laid back and looked up at her as she really started chasing her high. Andie had her hands flat on my chest as she worked her hips over my dick, making me ready to explode. And because I was about to shoot off, I reached in between our bodies and started playing with her clit. “Cum for me, baby.”
The most beautiful sight in the world was watching Andrea throw her head back, scream my fucking name, and cum all over me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and it was over for me. I shot into the condom and it was the first time in my life I resented having to wear one.
“Nathan…” she moaned before collapsing on my chest, and we stayed like that until my dick softened completely and I had to get rid of the condom.
After rolling her over, I walked to the bathroom to discard the condom and pull out the box I had in there. Walking back into the bedroom, box of condoms in hand, Andrea was laying across my bed on her stomach, seemingly passed out.
I set the box on the nightstand, and crawled over her body, kissing my way up her naked form. When I got to her ear, I whispered, “Already out for the count?”
And I laughed when she came back with, “Nope. Just ready for position number two.”
Feeling her beneath, I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.
I knew this.
