Deep End: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Roxeanne Rolling

closer to his mouth.
    “I need to be inside you,” he says, his breath heavy, his voice thick with lust.
    I want him inside me too. I need him inside me. It’s an intense kind of longing, a longing that I didn’ t fully know I had until now.
    I pull myself out from under him, and move my body around, so that my mouth is right by his crotch. He pulls me up to him , and kisses me deeply on the mouth. Our tongues connect, and the taste is warm, wet, and intense.
    Pulling my head down, I find his hard cock and put my lips right onto the tip of it. Slowly, I take the whole thing in my mouth. It fills my mouth, and my consciousness changes, so that I’m not aware of anything but him, and his cock. I’m sucking off the dumb jock I thought I hated, the muscular hardened ripped jock whose cock is hotter, bigger, thicker, and harder than any I’ve ever seen. It feels like all his intense lust for me is concentrated in his cock. It quivers and spasms gently in my mouth as I bob my head down around it. Anchor makes thick masculine groaning sounds as I suck, running his hands through my hair ever so gently, and then taking my head in his big, strong hands.
    Finally, I can’t take it any more, and I pull my mouth away and throw myself down on the bed. “Take me,” I say.
    “I’ll get the condom,” he says, rummaging through his pants that are in a pile on the floor.
    I watch as he unwraps the condom, and puts it expertly onto his large cock, unrolling it all the way down. His cock is now ready, ready to go inside me.
    I’m so overcome with lust that I reach up and grab it again, and continue holding onto it as he pushes his body down against mine, massaging my breasts as he kisses me gently on my neck.
    He puts it gently inside me, just the tip of it.
    I gasp.
    “Oh, Anchor,” I cry, as he pushes it slowly inside me.
    Inside, I’m on fire with pleasure, a pleasure that I’ve never felt before, that swims up through me, warming m y entire body, taking complete control of me.
    The speed is slow at first, but Anchor gradually picks up the speed, thrust his hips, so tha t his cock comes deep inside me, all the way down to the deep end.
    His muscular body is pressed against mine as he pumps into me. I feel his abs with my fingers, pushing my hands between our bodies. He’s completely chiseled , h is muscles are working perfectly together, like a real athlete .
    He’s thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder, and I’m moaning while he’s grunting with almost each thrust.
    We’re completely lost in the moment together, unaware of anything but each other, and the pleasure.
    I let out what sounds almost like a squeal , as I begin to come.
    “I’m coming,” I say, breathless, my mouth pressed against his ear. His head is pressed down towards the pillow, to the side of my head. He turns his head, and licks my ear, w ithout letting up fucking me hard and fast.
    “Good,” he says. “I can’t wait any more.
    And with that, we come together.
    I love the way he’s being vocal, grunting as he comes with me.
    I can feel his cock spasming inside me. I’m moaning as I experience the most intense orgasm of my life, for what feels like forever. Finally, his thrust stops, with his cock pushed all the way to the hilt, deep inside me.
    “Wow,” I say, as he rolls off me. I can hear him taking care of the condom, but I’m falling into a dreamy sleep state, partially unaware of what’s happening around me.
    I hear his belt buckle making sounds, and I finally open my eyes, to see him getting dressed in front of me.
    “Where are you going?” I say, my eyes widening. Is he going to leave me now, just like all the other girls he’s slept with? I’m instantly overwhelmed with self-loathing , feeling like a complete idiot. Is this really happening?
    “If anyone sees me coming from your dorm room, I’m dead,” he says. “I’m on s trict orders from coach not to mess around with you. He told me I was supposed to show you t