Free In the End Zone: A Sports Romance by Nacole Mills Page A

Brent Larson held her up with his strong arms, eating away at her
swollen red pussy and fingering her expertly.
    And without warning, Morgan's orgasm washed over her body with
an intensity that she had never known. Her whole body seemed to shake within
Brent's grasp, but he held on tightly to her as her body throbbed and rocked.
Morgan's fingers gripped his shaggy brown hair, pulling it as the release took
her over. She could not control the screams and moans that came from her, and
soon Morgan was panting heavy and hard, spent.
    Morgan's eyes fluttered as she tried to force her eyes to focus
once the orgasmic waves subsided within her. Her whole body was flushed,
glistening with the slightest hint of sweat, and heavy. Her arms dropped to the
bed at her sides and Brent gently lowered her hips back down to the comforter.
    Brent grinned down at his girlfriend, whose head rolled from
side to side, and he said, "Good, baby?"
    But Morgan could only moan gently in reply. She looked at Brent,
who looked so incredibly beautiful in the candlelight, and seeing him crouched
over her, still aroused, made her strength return with vigor. She rose up from
the bed and one of her heavy hands came up to meet Brent's face.
    "I'm fantastic," she murmured as her lips met Brent's.
She could taste herself and him mixing together in the most delicious of brews,
and it was sweet.
    Morgan pushed Brent to the bed on his back and she slowly
climbed on top of his muscular body. Morgan looked down at him and she was at a
loss for words at the beauty of his body. Brent's skin shown in the candle
light, and each one of his well-trained, thick muscles moved on its own under
his skin, rippling and tightening as it went. Morgan's fingers traced their way
up and down Brent's body, feeling every valley and ridge.
    She moved her way down until she came to the end of his happy
trail. There, lying in wait, was his hard, hot cock, ready for touches. Morgan
wrapped her hand around the beast, and when she took in the full size of his
girth, her heart fluttered nervously. Could she even take a man so large?
    That first touch made Brent inhale sharply and all of his
muscles seemed to tense. Morgan paid no mind, though. She simply stroked him
with her small, soft hands, running up and down his length and letting her
fingertips dip into the sweet dew that collected at the tip. Brent's groans
egged her on, and soon, her mouth was dipping down to taste his meat.
    Morgan's lips pursed over the head of Brent's cock and a stifled
moan broke free from behind Brent's closed lips. Morgan kissed him, then her
tongue traced trails up and down him. All the while, the large football player
laid there, stiff, unable to move.
    Soon Morgan's whole mouth was on him, moving up and down as her
long, wet tongue was wrapped around him. Her whole body moved as she sucked
him, and soon Brent's hands, still smelling of Morgan's wetness, grabbed hold
of her long hair, clenching it in fists. He pushed down on her, making her
mouth fill with his stiff cock. She felt it hit the back of her throat, and her
ears were filled with Brent's groans.
    A tug on her hair made Morgan pull away, and she gasped for air
as Brent's huge cock fell from her mouth. Morgan looked up at her boyfriend
with wide eyes, but he only laughed and said, "I don't want to cum yet,
baby."
    Brent's strong hands grabbed hold of Morgan's waist and lifted
her as though she were a feather. He picked her up and gently tossed her onto
her back on the bed, then he climbed on top. Morgan's legs spread wide for him
and Brent moved his hulking body between them. Just the weight of Brent on top
of Morgan brought her close to orgasm again.
    When Morgan felt the head of Brent's throbbing cock against her
soaking wet entrance, fear seized her. He's too big, she thought wildly to
herself, He will never fit!
    Brent seemed to sense Morgan's hesitation. His mouth moved to
hers and he kissed her gently. "Are you ready?" he whispered to her,
his