The Quarterback's Little s****r - Sex Stories

The Quarterback's Little s****r

... kisses. Without explaining, she reached for the bottom of her b*****r's sweatshirt and pulled it up before he could utter another word, his undershirt with it. She revealed his upper body and felt a quiver in between her legs as each inch of his abs, his chest muscles and his staunch shoulders all came into view. Emily had only had sex the once, and still she knew that the extreme desire she felt as she looked at him was for him to use on her... in her..., what she had yet to reveal from his jeans. "Slow down..." Brad chuckled as he felt her hands move quickly to his belt. Her breath was so hasty that she could hardly keep kissing him. She managed to push his jeans down and leave her big b*****r standing in his boxer briefs before he made a move. Her hand had found his cock almost immediately, attempting to wrap around it through his underwear. It felt so good that Brad nearly allowed her to do what she must and not stop her, but he'd seen what he wanted next when he had first lifted Emily up onto the couch. With her beautiful legs spread, she couldn't hide the bare, pink pussy that he hadn't quite gotten to admire yet. It was pursed shut by her soft, little mound but even that couldn't hide that Emily was getting wetter by the second. A light sheen had caught her b*****r's eye when he stepped back to take off his pants and he knew he had to kiss her there. Only Brad had ever touched her, and it had happened so unexpectedly in the hotel room at the away game; so when she ...

... saw in her b*****r's eyes what he intended to do, Emily once again felt her heart flutter; she was the center of his attention. First, he kissed gently around her inner thighs. Even that elicited a moan from Brad's little s*s and her bare hips writhed, inviting him closer. He took his time, kissing and licking closer and closer to her sweet opening. Emily was positively desperate for him to put his lips directly against her when, she finally felt it. Brad dragged his tongue from the little drip of her fluids at the base of her opening all the way up to the tiny peak of her clit. The excruciating care he took, the gentle pressure of his tongue, It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and Brad didn't stop there. Slowly and deliberately, Brad began sucking at her tiny bud to the tune of Emily's repeated gasps. "Oh fuck Brad, ohmygod..." she called to him, her diaphragm expanding and contracting involuntarily, "keep doing that." Brad smiled right against the cooing brunette's quim as he felt her fingers grabbing at his hair greedily while he stimulated her with his tongue. The sounds of his little s****r's cries were so soothing after a whole day of hits and crowds and competition on the field. He'd been thinking of her every free moment, seen her on the sidelines, and imagined all of the things he wanted to do to her. Now that he had her, Brad didn't care that she was being loud. The door was locked and Brad didn't intend to stop making Emily moan for him. In no time flat, ...