Time to turn this thing around

The run back to Darryl's room really confirms in your mind that this situation really needs to change. You've had enough. He thinks he's so clever by twisting the rules of the GAME to his advantage? Well, two can play at that game. There's nothing in the rules about him having to want to cum inside of you, after all. You just have to keep him from pulling out at the last moment, like last time.

Upon entering his room, you find Darryl waiting for you once again stark naked. "Welcome back. It occurs to me that it's been a full three minutes since I last had a blowjob. I think it's about time for another, don't you? Hey, where are you going?" That would be his bed. You sway your hips on the way there, then climb on with catlike grace. You stay on your hands and knees with your back curved to present your ass as well as possible, pointing in Darryl's direction. When you look back with a fiery gaze, you are pleased to see his open-mouthed stare and rapidly ascending cock.

"You know, I have more than one condom still left in that back pocket. Since you're so passionate about preventing waste and all, don't you think you might want to use them?" You finish off with a wiggle of your hips. That did the trick. Darryl practically trips over his feet as he makes his way over and fishes another condom out of your discarded pants. "Uh, yeah! Good idea!" He takes up position behind you, and his hands are immediately all over your ass. You practically purr in an attempt to spur him on, and it definitely has the desired effect. You hear the tell-tale rip of the condom wrapper, and a few seconds later Darryl is pushing his way into you once more.

You let down a very much exaggerated moan as he bottoms out inside of you. "Mmm! This is a much better use of our time, don't you think?" He responds with thrusts rather than words. It's way to fast right from the start to be comfortable for you, let alone pleasurable, but this isn't about you. Besides, you've had worse. So, bracing yourself, you begin bucking back at him, spurring him to go faster and faster. You do your part, moaning his name and encouraging him. It doesn't matter whether he realizes it's an act or not. The effect is the same.

Quick as a flash, you rush forward and away from Darryl. It takes him a few thrusts into empty air before he realizes what's happened. It's quite a funny sight, really, the incongruity of his confused look mixed with throbbing cock and sweat-soaked body. He tries to speak, but you can't really make out what it is between his heavy breathing. Good. You walk over to a wall and lean back against it. You flash him the sauciest smile you can manage and beckon him over. Soon enough, he's pressing you into the wall, kissing you and trying to line himself up to fuck you again. He's not having much success there but, being the nice and understanding girl that you are, you lend him a hand.

As soon as the head of his cock catches on your pussy, he pushes in and resumes his furious rutting. Soon after, he has to break off the kiss to get more air. Normally you wouldn't exactly enjoy a guy panting in your ear, but it's for a good cause this time. To speed things along, you lift up your legs and wrap them around his waist. Darryl groans, but shifts to support your weight with the help of the wall. He's slowing down, though. Can't have that. You squeeze your legs around him, pulling him in faster. He tries to oblige, but gives up after a few seconds. Looking down, you see that his knees are starting to get wobbly. It's no surprise, then, that he soon pulls out of you and staggers back.

"Just... Quick break..." This is exactly why you normally prefer athletes. Darryl collapses onto his bed in a sweaty heap, trying to catch his breath. Finally, it's time to strike.