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I give him the full access invitation as I jump on the bed and spread my legs. He accepts the invite by covering his oh so manly manhood and joins me, entering my personal space, sitting back on his haunches to stare, no, admire, what is before him. Me.

Stretching out my arms, I feel his taut muscular thighs and make my way up his abs and chest. When I touch his back, I tug him forward to me.

“I want you on me, in me,” I urge him to get things moving.

“Fuck, yes,” he agrees, putting his body weight on me and kisses me while he guides his hardness to coat in my juices and enter me fully.

“Yes,” I gasp into his neck.

“You are so tight, so warm.”

“It has been a long time,” I confess.

With each pump he makes into me, my body's greediness drives my hips forward and up to meet his each time.

“Nastasia, I’m not sure I can hold on. Fuck.”

“You better fucking hold on. You are going to give me mine. Now, give me more,” I demand.

He scoops his arm under my leg, bringing my foot to his shoulder to get an even deeper angle inside me. “Yes, right there.”

“Come for me, Nastasia,” Sergio grunts out.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream as my body tenses and my pussy walls contract around the fullness inside.

“Fuck!” he yells right behind me, shooting warmth into the latex as he collapses on me with his full body weight.

“I like the way you feel on top of me, stretching my legs, having you inside me.”

“Oh, sorry, am I crushing you?”

“Not at all. Take your time; catch your breath.” I chuckle, rubbing his back.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks and sits up to look at me.

“Because you are breathing hard, like you’re not a professional athlete in pristine physical shape.” He laughs along with me this time.

“Well, first off, that is a different physical workout, and secondly, it’s been a while for me too,” he admits and leans down to place a quick kiss on my lips. Then he gets up and walks into my bathroom, leaving me with my shocked look and to wonder if that’s the truth. How can a pro soccer player with his looks and talent in and out of the bedroom not have girls constantly falling at his feet?

Chapter 4

Sergio

Ihaveanewaddiction… Nastasia.

Sex last Monday night after I took her home was toe curling, fucking amazing.

We arranged, before I left, that we would meet early at the San Siro soccer arena today. I ran around and completed my task of finding us a place. Now all I have to do is meet her in the hallway by the west side elevator. It’s been a long week since we were together, and I am more than amped up about seeing her again.

As soon as she comes into view, I race over to her, grab her hand, and escort her to my chosen spot, the equipment room. It’s perfect with a lock on the door and a wide table to support her pretty ass as I am pounding up into her.

We cross the threshold, and when the lock clicks into the door jam, our clothes start flying off. Her excitement mirrors mine, causing my dick to harden at the sight as I stroke it while covering it in latex.

With one arm, I swiftly wipe the table clear of all the equipment laid out and hoist her up onto the bench. The equipment managers are going to be pissed, but I don't give a fuck. All I care about is sinking balls deep into Nastasia.

“Yes! Come here, sweetheart.” She jumps into my arms, and our mouths collide in a hungry frenzy.

No warning, no time to waste. I impale her. She pauses her kissing assault on a gasp, adjusting to my forceful size.

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