"Brandon" has his way with her

Chloe was clambering up from all fours when she felt "Brandon's" rough hands. They scratched her hips even as they tried to be gentle.

Or so she thought. One second his shaft nuzzled her lips apart, the next he was balls-deep inside her, and the full weight of him sent her face-down onto the bed.

“Spring a leak, fire hydrant? Can't believe you're this wet already.” He leaned closer. The brush of chest hair on her back tickled. “You must want me bad.”

“I do.” She was embarrassed how ready she was for him, and how quickly he could tell. The few times they'd spoken alone, when each team's practices had overlapped, she was terrified he'd catch her soaking through her shorts. Maybe, looking back, she should have stripped them and seen how he'd react...

“Get up,” he said encouragingly. “I want to feel your tits while I fuck you.”

“Oh yes please!” Chloe raised herself on shaky arms, elbows jerking until a paw on her boob pulled her all the way up. Being manhandled like this, the way his nails dug in to her chest while he filled her slowly, sweetly, with every inch of his length, was eye-opening.

"Harder," she whined. "Harder!"

Another sharp thrust. She collapsed again onto the bed.

"Tell you what. Every time you think you can tell me what to do, I'll do this harder. Ok?"

She nodded. "Harder."

He was a steel piston inside her, a relentless mechanism designed only for pleasure. She was breathless underneath him, but then she didn't need words to communicate this feeling. Maybe this wasn't even her fantasy of him, but his of her. When he was alone, with no girlfriend to put on the act for, he lusted for her the way she did for him, and right now Real Chloe was outside eating a hotdog while he watched her from down the table, craving her mouth around him...

And then he pulled out.

Chloe lay there on the bed, head spinning, sweat and juices soaking into the sheets. Finally she had it in her to speak.

“That sucked.” "Brandon" laughed. "Between football and Ashley, I figured you could go for hours.”

“We will. You're here to do the things good girls don't do for their boyfriends.”

She moaned. Yes please.