Rooster: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Read Online Free
Author: Abbey Foxx
leave. It’s not the approach I always take, but for what I want to do, it’ll cut through the bullshit and get straight to the point. If she’s keen I’ll soon know it. If she’s one of these girls that gets easily offended, I’ll get a drink thrown into my face.
I’m aware I can be a little intimidating, but I’m not the kind of guy to push it if I get any kind of sign she’s not on the same wavelength.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her finish her pint and then spin the bar stool around so she’s facing the exit.
I feel like I’m about to watch her march away when she turns to me, claps beautiful brown eyes on mine and says challengingly, without a single falter in her voice, “Show me a real man and I’ll tell you.”
Izzy
This is not the kind of thing I do, not because I’ve never wanted to, but because these are the kinds of things that don’t happen in real life. What I was talking about earlier, that idea of a macho man showing me exactly what he wants to do to me, that kind of thing belongs between the pages of a book, the seedy screens of a late night cinema, the corners of filthy minds and yet, here I am, hidden in the shadows of an alleyway off a busy street in the lower east side, a dumpster the only thing blocking our bodies from view.
I’m not looking for a casual hookup, but when something so irresistible presents itself, what else am I meant to do, but welcome it with open legs and arms?
Finally a real man. More than that, a fucking sports star. Tattoos, muscles, a mouth as filthy as his mind, and a dick as big as a baby’s arm. No pleasantries now either, no beating around the fucking hipster bush. No hiding what we want from each other and no stopping it once it’s started.
I waste no time in pulling those properly fitted jeans down to slide it out, into my hands momentarily just to gauge the not insubstantial heft and weight of it, and then towards me purposefully, my panties already torn away, my pussy so wet I can feel my juices seeping down my leg.
I’ve never done anything like this before and it’s making me super fucking horny. I’m not the only one. He’s so hard and so eager to get up inside me, I wonder who’s going to last longest before they come.
I want his cock so deep I can taste him. I want to feel his weight slam me against the wall and his balls make bruises on my pussy lips I’ll be able to feel for weeks. More than that, I want this to be over in seconds and the sensation to last for an eternity. A quick, dirty fuck neither one of us will ever forget.
Rory the Irish sports star and Izzy the homegrown slut filled to the brim with his hot dirty cum.
My clit is so swollen it looks like the tip of a thumb. I don’t even need to pull the skin back around to expose it because his cock is so big and so potent that every time he slams it inside me, I get stretched to my full extent.
I’m already on the edge and moaning hard, my legs tight around his back to lock my body in place, a receptacle for him to fuck.
Rory is every bit as virile as he promises, every bit as dirty. I grab his arms, his chest, put my hands around his neck, and beg him to do the same to me. I force myself onto him and scream as he works his way up inside me, pushing buttons I never even knew existed.
I feel lightning bolts explode out across my skin, I feel a heat rise from deep within my pussy and burn my insides all the way to where he has his hand around my neck and I feel pleasure descend on me I’ve never before experienced.
I spend two hours with Martin and I want to go home, I spend ten seconds with Rory and I’m enjoying the best fuck of my life in an east side back alley surrounded by filth.
He doesn’t know anything about me but my name and he’s making me feel like nobody else on this earth ever has, or perhaps has the ability to. My pussy aches and tingles and my clit throbs at the edge of an almighty orgasm and still Rory pumps away like an animal in heat,
I’m aware I can be a little intimidating, but I’m not the kind of guy to push it if I get any kind of sign she’s not on the same wavelength.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch her finish her pint and then spin the bar stool around so she’s facing the exit.
I feel like I’m about to watch her march away when she turns to me, claps beautiful brown eyes on mine and says challengingly, without a single falter in her voice, “Show me a real man and I’ll tell you.”
Izzy
This is not the kind of thing I do, not because I’ve never wanted to, but because these are the kinds of things that don’t happen in real life. What I was talking about earlier, that idea of a macho man showing me exactly what he wants to do to me, that kind of thing belongs between the pages of a book, the seedy screens of a late night cinema, the corners of filthy minds and yet, here I am, hidden in the shadows of an alleyway off a busy street in the lower east side, a dumpster the only thing blocking our bodies from view.
I’m not looking for a casual hookup, but when something so irresistible presents itself, what else am I meant to do, but welcome it with open legs and arms?
Finally a real man. More than that, a fucking sports star. Tattoos, muscles, a mouth as filthy as his mind, and a dick as big as a baby’s arm. No pleasantries now either, no beating around the fucking hipster bush. No hiding what we want from each other and no stopping it once it’s started.
I waste no time in pulling those properly fitted jeans down to slide it out, into my hands momentarily just to gauge the not insubstantial heft and weight of it, and then towards me purposefully, my panties already torn away, my pussy so wet I can feel my juices seeping down my leg.
I’ve never done anything like this before and it’s making me super fucking horny. I’m not the only one. He’s so hard and so eager to get up inside me, I wonder who’s going to last longest before they come.
I want his cock so deep I can taste him. I want to feel his weight slam me against the wall and his balls make bruises on my pussy lips I’ll be able to feel for weeks. More than that, I want this to be over in seconds and the sensation to last for an eternity. A quick, dirty fuck neither one of us will ever forget.
Rory the Irish sports star and Izzy the homegrown slut filled to the brim with his hot dirty cum.
My clit is so swollen it looks like the tip of a thumb. I don’t even need to pull the skin back around to expose it because his cock is so big and so potent that every time he slams it inside me, I get stretched to my full extent.
I’m already on the edge and moaning hard, my legs tight around his back to lock my body in place, a receptacle for him to fuck.
Rory is every bit as virile as he promises, every bit as dirty. I grab his arms, his chest, put my hands around his neck, and beg him to do the same to me. I force myself onto him and scream as he works his way up inside me, pushing buttons I never even knew existed.
I feel lightning bolts explode out across my skin, I feel a heat rise from deep within my pussy and burn my insides all the way to where he has his hand around my neck and I feel pleasure descend on me I’ve never before experienced.
I spend two hours with Martin and I want to go home, I spend ten seconds with Rory and I’m enjoying the best fuck of my life in an east side back alley surrounded by filth.
He doesn’t know anything about me but my name and he’s making me feel like nobody else on this earth ever has, or perhaps has the ability to. My pussy aches and tingles and my clit throbs at the edge of an almighty orgasm and still Rory pumps away like an animal in heat,
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