Knuckleball (closed)

[ArcticAvenue]

He could have responded back to her. Could have teased her a little more. When she gave the nod, for him at least, the games were over.

He circled his arm around her shoulder, a simple move to gain leverage, and then centered his cock on the target. With a push, he plunged his member into her, past her entrance, past any barrier, and deep inside soaking wet hole. He wasn’t massive, but she made him feel huge. Her tight sex gripped him as if fighting the intruder that so angerly entered her. Yet the heat surrounding him was telling that whatever she was feeling, she was enjoying it.

Once inside,Kenny took a short pause. Just give her a minute to get used to it. Just to give himself a minute to get used to it. His lips sought out hers, kissing a bit of wetness onto their redness. He slid a hand down her slide, feeling the muscles and bones rippling under her skin as she breathed. He could feel it anyway as her breasts pressed into his chest. He was doing his best to not put his full weight on her, but there was something extra erotic about laying over top the smaller girl, all of her flesh pressed into him, and he mounted deep inside her belly. It wasn’t just fucking her, it was taking her.

His hand reached her hip, and he moved to grip her thigh. Lifting it to encourage her to wrap her legs around her, he repositioned slighlty, getting a better, more direct angle into her. With that he started moving. Slowly at first, kindly enough, but quickly speeding up to a pretty steady pace. He wanted to love her, to pleasure her … but in that moment, he wanted her to feel it too.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Cooper said nothing, instead giving her his focus as he braced her against him and instantly, she felt his hard knob at her gate, pressing against her slick folds as she forced her thighs ever more slightly apart. Her back fell back and her back arched up to meet him as he drove into her, not with ease or violence, but a simple, firm, commanding claim upon her body. She gasped and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her breath left her a moment before her breathing started to pick up. He did not conquer her fully in the first attempt, and the pleasure from the perfectly firm grip and the slight, dull pain of his intrusion furrowed her brow.

"Unnnnnnnnhhhhhh..." she groaned a breathy groan as he continued his assault. She breathed hard as he came to a quick stop, his body above hers as he looked down, apparently enjoying the sight of her tiny body, now his, beneath his own. She pressed into him more as he pressed a welcome kiss to her lips, and she jolted slightly before breaking out into goose bumps when she felt his warm hand suddenly on her firm, bare flank. Without pulling back, he pressed harder again toward her center, eliciting something between a groan and a grunt as the air left her lungs when her abs clenched again. She sighed and moaned, then opened her eyes and forced a content grin, then a slight giggle, not really ashamed at her inability to take him all at once. She told herself to relax, and she did. Once her body softened, she felt his hand at her thigh, and she moved to comply, wrapping first one athletic, tanned leg around Cooper's back, and then the other. She arched and slid perhaps only an inch closer, leaving him plenty of room to move, with the force she knew he would desire once he continued. She enjoyed his hand on her hip, the fulcrum where he would hold her and from which he would pull her to him again and again, making her his own. She glanced up at him once more through the now slightly tousled hair over her eyes, which she pressed behind her ears before returning her hands above her head.

Cooper pulled back slowly and her eyes looked low, enjoying every bit of the snake pulling out of her and then, he slammed his full length home, forcing her to arch to him once more.

"Ohh, fuck," she groaned, her eyes closing. He did it again, then again. Each time her hands pressed against his hips, though she made no real effort to slow his motion. Like a locomotive he began to move faster, harder, then faster, then harder, increasing again, then again, in and out as he built toward their inevitable conclusion that hopefully wouldn't come too soon. She felt like he was pulling her insides out then battering her core, over and over again, and each tug and pull, each slamming thrust made her groan, then moan and squeal. Her body quivered beneath him, and she lay beneath the ball player, not believing the summer she was having, enjoying every second and every inch he provided. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her nails driving the cloth against the palms of her white-knuckled hands. Her hips began to arch in rhythm, a firm roll against him in a wave, then cresting and falling to the bed as he pulled away, perfectly timed to meet him thrust for thrust. She felt herself drip along the crease of her ass, then off her skin to the bed below as the room began to smell like the two lovers. She didn't know where things would go with Cooper, but in the moment, she didn't want them to go anywhere but here, him connected deep inside her, and her following his lead. She dropped any thoughts of the major leagues, or the what ifs that would accompany any "relationship" with a ball player. She simply felt him, her wrapped around his cock, and enjoyed every second they had right now.

 

[ArcticAvenue]

She was the most intoxicating feeling he had ever had. Her body, every bit of a woman, and every way just barely there, felt incredible along every nerve of his form. The way her firm breasts drove into his chest. The way the tight thighs gripped around his hips. But more than anything, each and every ripple and ring within her cunny, the way they grabbed onto his shaft and wouldn’t relent.

He watched with her as his member, seemingly massive against her sex, plunged over and over into her body. He drove fast inside of her, aching to feel the need of him get off. It was becoming animalistic, shutting off the brain, allowing just the pleasure of the moment take him over. Wanting nothing more than to fill this woman up with his release.

As he felt the tingles grow over him, he tried to slow down. He wanted this to last. He wanted to feel this way as long as he could.

Kenny leaned down, slid his hands to Marnie’s head, and cupped it. He kissed her softly on the lips, trying to maintain the movement of his hips. Her lips were so against his, her kiss so kind. Just kissing her like this was powerful enough that he began to feel he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m … it’s coming ..” he breathed. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop cupping her face. He let his cheek slide against hers. Wanting this to last longer, but wanting this finish. It was so powerful because it was her. Not some anyone. Marnie. His Marnie.

And he felt the first of it come rocketing out of his cock.

 

[CarnivalBarker]

Her thighs quivered against his hips when he grabbed her face and gently kissed her, then began to press against her lips, all consuming as he claimed her over and over. She felt a sweet release click from within as her body released her cream around him. She fell back, catching her breath only a moment before his words in her ear told of his intent.

"I'm....I'm cumming," he said, a second before his face dropped against hers, as his hips began pis toning harder and faster, each time met by her own, angling higher and higher urging him deeper withing her folds. She simply nodded and nibbled his ear as her hands went to his back, her nails, sliding against him, tearing tiny scratches deep enough that they would raise red the next day, but not so ragged as to draw blood. She spread herself more, allowing him greater access. The flash of concern that she was not on the pill raced across her mind, but she only moaned encouragement, careful not to lose the moment or cost Cooper the moment he was enjoying as well. She quivered again as she felt him suddenly tense, the dull reverberation in her core as she felt his seed plant itself along her walls once, then again, then again. She smiled silently as she pressed her hips to his, as if seeking to lose none of what he would give. He was virile and she liked that she had clearly excited him so. He quivered again and again before shuddering to a stop, when she allowed him to collapse into her arms. She pulled his head back from her shoulder to look into his eyes. She grinned then kissed him quickly, before laying her head back, fighting away a gentle laugh.

"Did you like that?" She asked, knowing the answer but amused that she was now his and, hopefully, he hers.