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Rushing the Passer
She watched him.
He sat there in the big overstuffed chair,
comfortably sprawled in it, and intently watched
the play as it unfolded on the screen. The ball
was snapped, and the pass thrown. Intercepted.
He cursed at the eleven men on the field, as if
they could hear him, unaware he was being
watched from the doorway.
Almost silently, she advanced further into the
room until she was standing just behind him.
Clad in just his khaki shorts, she gazed down
upon his bare chest, his succulent nipples, and
licked her lips. She thought of how good his
warm skin felt beneath her fingers and felt that
first rush between her thighs. And without any
thought at all, her fingers found their way to
her own nipple, and pinched. Hard. She glanced
at the game clock on the screen and smiled. It
was almost halftime, and time to make a play of
her own.
Releasing her large rosy nipple, she brought her
hands down to rest on top of his broad
shoulders. At the touch of her fingertips upon
his skin, he began to turn in the overstuffed
chair to face her, but she halted his movement
when she let her hands slip down to squeeze his
manly nipples as she stood behind him. He made
that sound then, a murmur of a groan on a sharp
intake of breath, the sound that told her
without having to look, that his cock was
stirring for her within his khaki shorts.
Without saying a word, she came around the side
of the chair and stood before him, and as her
blue eyes locked with his, she settled herself
in his lap. She could feel his hard cock just
beneath her and she squirmed on top of him,
running her fingers through the hair on his
chest and teasing his luscious nipples with her
wet tongue.
The murmurs grew louder and more frequent, and
she could feel the rise and fall of his chest as
she nipped and sucked at the hardened nubs of
flesh. Her desire for him heightened and the
pulsing within her grew more urgent. Seeking a
bit of relief, she pressed down on his lap, on
his hard cock, with her irresistible ass. He
gripped her cheeks with his hands, his fingers
pushing into the soft globes of flesh, keeping
her there. She pushed down a little harder and
he closed his eyes, his head tilted back against
the chair.
As the seconds on the game clock ticked away,
the crowd roared on the screen, but he didn't
open his eyes to see. She smiled as she softly
asked, "Am I distracting you?"
He didn't speak, but uttered a groan, and she
straddled his thighs. She nuzzled his neck and
breathed him in, enraptured by his scent. And
then as she licked and nibbled at his ear, she
whispered in a breathy voice, "Ready to give me
a ride, baby?"
Her lips found his then, and she slid her tongue
inside his mouth, taking delight in the taste of
him. She kissed him urgently, with mounting
passion, and slipped her hand beneath her to
undo his shorts and release his beautiful cock
from the confines of the khaki fabric. It was
hot and hard, throbbing in her hand, and she
guided him to the warm wet place that ached,
right where they both wanted it to be.
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, she lowered her
hot wet pussy onto him until he was inside her
to the hilt. For a moment she didn't move at
all, savoring the feeling of him filling her.
His hands were on her hips, exerting gentle
pressure and she looked down into his lovely
eyes and smiled. He gave a little thrust, urging
her to ride and so she did, slowly at first,
then faster and faster. She rode his steel-hard
cock, impaling herself on him again and again.
The look on his face told her that he was
teetering on the edge, but she was far from
finished with him, and so she stopped. She sat
there, holding still on his cock, gasping for
air. He looked up at her, confused. And she just
bent her head and kissed him again, moving her
hips in small circles, making his cock dance
inside of her.
His breathing was ragged, and he groaned as she
kissed him. His hands still firmly grasped her
hips, and he pressed on them forcefully,
attempting to thrust hard inside of her. He
wanted to cum so badly. The need to was
insistent, but she wouldn't let him. Yet.
Instead she lifted herself up from his cock. It
felt bereft as it hit the cool air.
He pulled away from her lips, even more
bewildered. And she answered with that wicked
little grin, reaching down with her hand to
grasp his cock once more. It was hard and slick,
slippery with her wetness. She teasingly stroked
it, coating with her fingers with her own pussy
juice. As she adjusted the angle of her body on
his lap, she held onto him with her other hand
for leverage, and then she lowered her tight hot
ass onto his waiting cock, moaning at the sweet
invasion. She brought her wet fingers to his
lips, giving him a taste of her.
Her body was on fire, and her legs were shaking
as she straddled his thighs. She burned for him
and began to ride him in earnest. His thrusts
met hers, his cock slamming savagely into her
ass. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she
threw her head back, blonde hair swaying, as she
took his cock hard and fast. Her empty pussy was
dripping, crying for him, and he slid a finger
inside. Then two.
And then he slid in three. He fucked her pussy
with his fingers while his cock fucked her ass.
She was so hot for him, you could hear the
wetness gush forth with every thrust of his
fingers. Her hand came to join his, to let him
know she wanted him there, to keep his fingers
inside her. She was so close, and so was he. She
mashed on her swollen clit with her palm, her
fingers still pressed against his hand. And at
that moment, the spasms began, her muscles
clenched to milk his cock of it's hot boiling
cum. She could feel it spurt inside her.
She came hard then, the orgasm so intense, that
her back arched to the point that she thought
she might fall. He held her though, so she
didn't, and as the waves of pleasure ebbed from
her body she went limp against his arm. He
pulled her forward and she laid her head on his
shoulder, taking in gulps of air to catch her
breath. Her hand still rested atop his, both of
their hands dripping with her. She raised her
hand to his lips once more, feeding him with her
fingers, and then he did the same for her. She
licked her essence from his fingertips, and when
it was all gone, she wrapped her arms around him
and kissed him like she never had before.
Tasting him. Tasting her from his sweet lips.
And as halftime, and their playtime, ended, and
the second half began, she turned her head to
glance back at the screen behind her. He stopped
her though, taking her face in his hands, he
brought her mouth back to his own. "I wanted to
see who's winning," she muttered against his
lips, smiling.
"We are," he replied.
And then he kissed her. She felt his spent cock
nudge against her bottom as he devoured her
mouth, the rush between her thighs beginning
once again. And as he lowered her onto the floor
she weakly sighed against him, "But the game..."
She didn't get to finish. He was teasing her
with his tongue, licking and sucking her rosy
nipples, almost making her cum. And as he licked
and kissed his way down her trembling body, her
sodden pussy rubbing up against his chest, she
held his head in her hands. His tongue dipped
into her navel and it tickled. When she squirmed
against his mouth, he stopped for just a moment
and said, "Hold still, baby. I want to eat my
halftime snack!"
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