RHINO: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (With FREE Bonus Novel OFFSIDE!) (47 page)

Penny nods.

“
Like a bad girl.”

“
Have you been a bad girl?”

Penny nods again.

“
I’ve been thinking about you fucking me.”

My cock is pulsating. Penny casually reaches over and takes it in her hand, which looks tiny wrapped around my huge shaft.

“
Oh yeah? How so?”

“
It starts with you fucking my mouth. I have my lips pressed together, like this.”

She pouts for a moment before continuing. “And you slide your cock inside me until I’m choking on it, deep at the back of my throat. Like this.”

She pulls me towards her, opens up her mouth and places me on her lips. I put one leg up on the bed, gather a bunch of her hair in a tightened grip and slide my way inside her. I stop halfway and let Penny take control, deciding how much of me she’s able to take. When I’ve got my limit I take control back and begin to fuck her hard. It takes me a minute or two of slow progression until I’m deep enough to feel my balls against her chin, and Penny gives me that look that tells me this is something she’s always wanted but never been able to do.

Dirty girl. Sweet, dangerous and dirty. While I fuck her mouth hard, Penny drops her hand to her pussy and with her eyes on me and her mouth full of my cock, she begins to play with her clit.

Little circles around her swollen sensitivity before she slides down further, first to her pussy hole, and after to the moistness of her button tight anus, the tips of her fingers teasing, testing us both, her body fulfilling the demands her horniness is making of it.

She pulls away, drawing my entire length out of her like excalibur from the rock. If she’s trying to impress me, she’s succeeding.

“
I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

I smile. Not everyone can do this and I admire the game. Some people take sex too seriously, some people are way too sensitive to let themselves go. I’ve never been like that, and I’ve never liked women who are like it either. Sex with the lights off? How the fuck can I see the way your body moves when we are locked together? Pillow talk, sentiment, soppiness? Give me dirty words any day of the week. Call a pussy a pussy, a cock a cock and tell me exactly what you want from me.

“
I thought you were never going to let me.”

“
I like your cock.”

“
You can keep it if you want.”

Penny gives me a long lick the full length of my shaft. “I may have to come back to it from time to time.”

She pushes me away and eases herself back onto the bed.

“
I think we can work something out.”

“
I can be very demanding.”

“
I hadn’t noticed.”

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And very specific.”

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You just tell me what you want.”

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And you’ll give it to me?”

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Exactly.”

“
Just like that?”

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Just like that.”

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No strings attached?”

“
I can tie you up if you want me to?”

“
Are you going to tie me down?”

“
I thought you’d just gotten out of one relationship, don’t tell me you want to get straight back inside.”

“
And you?”

“
What about me?”

“
What do you want?”

“
I told you that already, Penny. I want you.”

“
Why?”

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Because you make the time pass quicker.”

“
I knew you were an asshole.”

“
So why are you sleeping with me then.”

“
Maybe I’m just using you for a quick fuck.”

“
I guess only time will tell.”

She’s on her back, legs wrapped around me and locked together, me on top of her, my cock rubbing against her pussy, ready to slide inside her. I’m at the edge of her tenderness, able to slip in without doing much else but adjusting my position, but I’m holding myself here, teasing her, waiting for the right moment to connect us together.

“
Your time’s limited remember.”

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Then we better make the most of it.”

“
I hope you’re not about to do something you’re going to regret.”

“
I’ve never regretted fucking a pretty girl.”

“
Then I guess you better get on with it.”

“
Hard and deep?”

“
Don’t stop. Until. Oh fuck me-.”

Her words get lost in the action, in the sensation that results from it, in the surprise of the intensity of the feeling, the desire that I see shake through her body like an electric shock might, and the way she pushes herself onto me, concentrating hard to remember every moment. It is my favorite part, which doesn’t mean that what follows is any less important or enjoyable for it, it just means that if had to choose one part in the whole sexual act, the moment my dick pushes my way inside her pussy would be it.

I start slowly, only to savor the truly incredible sensation. There have been few girls in my life who have interested me enough to even consider anything more than just a casual fuck with them, fewer still who have gotten me thinking about the possibilities of a relationship, and hardly anyone who has made me feel what I’m feeling now, which is almost indescribable in its complexity.

This moment, this fuck, this penetration, the way Penny is responding, it’s making me feel like for the first time in my life, I’m not going to be able to control when I come.

Fuck.

I feel like if I’m not careful I might just explode inside her before I’ve even taken her to the edge. I’m pushing, but Penny’s so tight and responsive it feels like she’s pulling too, drawing me inside her and making me hers.

Demanding it of me.

Some people think missionary is boring. Those people don’t have a fucking clue how sex works. Missionary gets me deeper than a lot of other positions, we can look at each other from here, I can see what my cock is doing to her pussy and she can feel the weight of me sinking her towards the earth. I love it. That doesn’t mean I won’t change it up, but it doesn’t make me sexually inexperienced either.

“
Fuck you?”

Penny looks at me but doesn’t respond. She has one hand on her left tit, squeezing the nipple tightly, the either hovering around her clit, not touching it directly but exciting the area around.

She feels spectacular and I’m even hornier than I realized. This day can’t get much better than this. First I give Moxlin their first win in two seasons, and next Penny throws herself at me. I’ve never felt more on top of my game, and one of them isn’t even mine. Penny shouldn’t be either, to be honest. The boss’s daughter, the quarterback’s ex-fiancee and here I am, the asshole alpha all the way from across the pond, running her through like an Arkansas corn plow.

What the fuck are they going to say when they inevitably find out? I’ll probably get fined again. Might even get banned. If it means this girl is forever on the end of my dick I think I can cope with it.

I hit that pussy so hard Penny begins to bark. She gnashes her teeth like a wild dog, tenses her body, thrusts herself back at me and begins to scream.

“
This what you wanted?”

“
More.”

“
Harder?”

“
Deeper.”

My cock is swollen like I’ve never felt before. I’m so hard it’s going to take me all week to soften. I’m going to have to strap it up and wear a sling. I flip her, put her up on top, lie her alongside and even press her against the wall and still she shows no sign of quitting. This is my kind of girl. How am I going to be able to resist a sequel? How is she?

“
You carry on like that, I’m going to come.”

“
I’ve only just started.”

There’s nothing sexier than making someone come. There’s nothing I like more than seeing that moment when someone loses it completely. Nothing comes close. Not even rugby. You can never really truly know what someone is like until you see them come, their pupils wide, there body open, fully exposed. You’ve got to really trust them to let them see you like that and not everyone is capable of doing so.

This is Penny’s life. Her house, her bedroom, her intimacy. She’s brought me here because she needed to and right now we’re giving each other exactly what we want. Those drinks, the conversations, the flirting and subtext and sexual tension so thick you’d struggle to break through it with an ax, it’s all led to here, this moment, right now, and I can feel us both on the edge of it, about to break out so violently it might rip a hole in the fabric of the world.

Her body tense, baying, her back arched, her legs spread and sunk down. Me behind her, marks on her neck from my bites, our skin sweaty, her hair wrapped twice around my wrist, the other hand on her clit just to push her that little bit further.

“
I’m going to come.”

Penny’s words, not mine.

“
Come”, I say, pulling her hair back. “Come”, I demand of her.

Shivers, trembles, electric tingles all over my skin. There is no comparison. I have never felt like this before in all of the hundred of times I’ve fucked, with all of the women. Nothing. Not even close. She’s pushed me and willed me and seduced me and made me and taken me and offered herself to me and together we’ve driven our desires home. I’m not a thinker. I’m not a prisoner of my emotions. I’m a fucking rugby player but I’ve never felt so alive, so connected.

I move my hand to wrap it round her waist and pull her even closer, small against me, perfectly formed, we tessellate. This is history in the making. This is the ninety-nine yard pass or whatever the fuck they call it. This is what living is all about. This is taking control, getting what you want, the just rewards.

Fuck.

Penny screams so loudly the windows nearly break. She tries to pull away again, but I won’t let her. Finally, when she realizes there is nothing left for her to do but let it overwhelm her, she gives herself fully into me. I feel her body in my arms tense up like a rod of steel while it works its way through her, before finally she softens to it and lets it in, her body twisting into to me as light as a feather.

“
Jesus fucking jesus fuck-.”

It’s so powerful she can barely speak. The curse words spilling out of her mouth like breaths are staggered and barely formed. I’m unable to respond myself. All over my body is a sensation that I’m about to explode. Her pussy muscles are grabbing hold of my cock so tightly I wonder if I’ll ever get it back at all. Without her even controlling them, and as she tumbles around in orgasmic bliss, they convulse around me, opening and contracting in such a way I know it’s going to push me over.

I don’t know whether it’s that specifically that does it, the sensation of her in my arms, the smell, the sound of her voice or a combination of all of those things but as soon as I realize it’s going to happen there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Penny knows too. Without even saying it, I know she can sense it. I know because she opens herself up even further to me, pushing down so I’m that little bit deeper inside.

“
Fuck”, is about all I manage.

After that the words are barely recognizable. I come so hard and with such intensity, my knee buckles and I have to tip us both into the bed. I’ve never come like it and if I thought it were possible I’d say that I don’t come once but a bunch of times, one so quickly after the other, I think it’s never going to stop. Winning the world cup, scoring my first try, leading a team to victory, nothing comes close. This is heaven on earth, this is all of my Christmases rolled into one, this is world cup, super bowl, MVP and full field dash all at once and as soon as the sensation begins to subside I know I’m going to have to do everything in my power to make it happen again.

I’m shivering, but I’m not cold. My skin is wet with sweat and Penny has goose pimples covering both of her arms. Her neck is red with my bites and a small purple bruise has already begun to appear. I feel like an animal. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted away from us. She’s still turned away, silent but for the heaviness of her breathing, curled up with me inside her into a kind of foetal ball. I push the hair away from her face and twist it towards me.

“
Ok?”

Penny nods. A smile breaks out across her face and she begins to laugh.

“
What?”

“
Nothing”, she says. “I-. Nothing. That was good.”

“
Good?”

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Yeah, you know. Good.”

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Just good?”

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Room for improvement.”