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  Offense & Defense

  A MMF Sports Romance

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Offense & Defense:

  A MMF Sports Romance

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel

  All rights reserved

  Kindle Edition

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Contents

  A note from the author

  Also By Naughty Angel Publishing

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  1. Colt

  2. SportsNation

  3. Julianna

  4. Ethan

  5. Julianna

  6. Colt

  7. Ethan

  8. Julianna

  9. SportsNation

  10. Colt

  11. Julianna

  12. SportsNation

  13. Ethan

  14. Julianna

  15. SportsNation

  16. Colt

  17. Ethan

  18. SportsNation

  19. Colt

  20. Julianna

  21. Julianna

  22. Colt

  23. Ethan

  24. Julianna

  25. Julianna

  26. Colt

  27. Ethan

  28. SportsNation

  29. Julianna

  Epilogue

  Second Epilogue - We’re Not Done Yet ;)

  A Note From The Author

  Description

  30. Stacy

  31. Sanders

  32. Stacy

  33. Sanders

  34. Stacy

  35. Stacy

  36. Sanders

  37. Stacy

  38. Sanders

  39. Stacy

  40. Stacy

  41. Sanders

  42. Stacy

  43. Sanders

  44. Stacy

  45. Sanders

  46. Stacy

  47. Sanders

  48. Stacy

  49. Stacy

  Fiona Vs. Football Player

  50. Fiona

  51. Danny

  52. Fiona

  53. Danny

  54. Fiona

  55. Danny

  56. Fiona

  57. Danny

  58. Fiona

  59. Danny

  60. Fiona

  61. Fiona

  62. Fiona

  63. Danny

  64. Fiona

  65. Danny

  66. Fiona

  67. Danny

  68. Fiona

  69. Epilogue - Fiona

  Description

  70. Kim

  71. Cody

  72. Kim

  73. Cody

  74. Kim

  75. Cody

  76. Kim

  77. Cody

  78. Kim

  79. Kim

  80. Cody

  81. Kim

  82. Cody

  83. Kim

  84. Cody

  85. Kim

  86. Cody

  87. Kim

  88. Epilogue

  Description

  89. Carla

  90. Chase

  91. Carla

  92. Chase

  93. Carla

  94. Chase

  95. Carla

  96. Carla

  97. Carla

  98. Chase

  99. Carla

  100. Chase

  101. Carla

  102. Chase

  103. Carla

  104. Chase

  105. Carla

  106. Epi

  Description

  107. Connor

  108. Natalie

  109. Connor

  110. Natalie

  111. Natalie

  112. Connor

  113. Natalie

  114. Connor

  115. Natalie

  116. Connor

  117. Natalie

  118. Connor

  119. Natalie

  120. Connor

  121. Natalie

  122. Connor

  123. Connor

  124. Natalie

  125. Natalie

  126. Epilogue As Told By Natalie

  Description

  127. Ethan

  128. Brittney

  129. Ethan

  130. Brittney

  131. Ethan

  132. Brittney

  133. Ethan

  134. Brittney

  135. Ethan

  136. Brittney

  137. Brittney

  138. Ethan

  139. Brittney

  140. Ethan

  141. Brittney

  142. Ethan

  143. Brittney

  144. Ethan

  145. Brittney

  146. Brittney

  147. Ethan

  148. Brittney

  149. Ethan

  150. Brittney

  151. Ethan

  152. Brittney

  153. Ethan

  154. Brittney

  155. Ethan

  156. Brittney

  157. Brittney

  158. Epilogue As Told By Brittney

  159. Second Epilogue - As Told By Brittney

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  A note from the author

  This book is a re-release of a prior book that is no longer in print. I had always wanted to fix some errors and put it out in its form and I’m happy to say over the summer of 2017 I was able to do that and bring it back to market. Long time readers may recognize some of the situations, but the story is still very much unique. I just couldn’t go another day with not having it in the mix for my fans to read. I hope you like it!

  Also…don’t take anything in it seriously omg! It’s over the top sexy fun! Not supposed to be serious and tied to anything in real life! Real life is boring and sorta scary. This is an escape. Nothing else!

  Love,

  Alexis

  Also By Naughty Angel Publishing

  Alexis Angel

  Wicked Lil’ Brat

  Man Chaser (unpublished)

  Red & Blue

  Scandalous (unpublished)

  Client 5 (unpublished)

  Jailbait

  Python

  12 Inches

  D.I.L.F.

  Dirty Daddy

  Mr. President

  Stories From The 6 Train

  The Biggest Licker

  Cindersmellya

  24 Inches

  100 Days

  Lust Muscle

  Abby Angel

  Men of the House

  Woman of the House

  Mergers & Acquisitions

  Profit & Lace

  Harem

  Dark Angel

  The Virgin Market

  Gambling For the Virgin

  Buyer’s Market

  Two Beasts

  Dr. Single Dad

  Mona Cox (all unpublished)

  Alicia Vs. Billionaire

  Ashley Vs. Boss

  Natalie Vs. Prince

  Christine Vs. Professor

  Kim Vs. Stepbrother

  Lisa Vs. Outlaw

  Carla Vs. Cowboy

  Fiona Vs. Football Player

  Becca Vs. Biker

  Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero

  Rory Vs. Rockstar

  Daphne Vs. Daddy

  This bo
ok is dedicated to Silla Webb

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

  Hi ladies!

  If you’re like me, once you finish, you’re not going to want the story to end!

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  We’ll make it worth your while…

  :)

  Kisses!

  1

  Colt

  “Oh baby,” Monica moans as she looks back at me as the streets of Dallas zip past us. “You’re fucking me so good.”

  I just grunt and slap her ass. She groans lewdly.

  I look over to the driver for a second.

  Good, I think with some relief. The divider in the limo is sealed off and the driver can’t hear her. She’s moaning like a whore and I fucking love it.

  “You like that?” I ask with a nasty sneer of pride.

  My 12-inch cock is sliding in and out of her, making a wet sucking noise as it ravages her pussy. Her pussy’s far from tight. But then again, I could fucking tell she was a dirty slut when she came up to me after the game.

  “Hey baby,” she said to me, wearing a Dallas Devils jersey that was two sizes too small and a pair of skinny jeans that showed off the whale-tail of her thong. “My boyfriend’s gone home from the game early and taken the car. Mind giving me a lift back into the city?”

  Ten minutes later, her clothes were scattered through the interior of the limo as the car made its way back to the city.

  “Oh yeah, fuck me harder, baby,” Monica groans and as she does I speed up my strokes. I grab both of her ass cheeks and scoot closer. The natural bumping of the car as it goes down the highway adds the extra friction to the fuck. It stimulates my cock like nothing else.

  “Fuck,” she says as I reach over and roughly grab her tit. I fucking love groupies. They don’t want any commitments. They don’t want to try and rescue you. Don’t want you to be a nice guy. They don't want anything more than a nasty fuck.

  We’ve been fucking for a bit and my goal is to cum by the time we hit the city. I speed up my thrusts and really start nailing her, holding her by her dark hair, and pulling it back roughly.

  She goes insane as her orgasm rips through her. Like a woman possessed by a demon, she starts bucking like a bronco. Her face falls into the seat and while she was on all fours before, now her legs are just jutting her ass out at me.

  Just watching her pass out from cumming is enough for me. Her slut body has declared me the winner in this game of fuck. I’m the fucking king. I run my hands down her body and feel my balls tingling.

  “I’m going to cum,” I growl, but Monica is already in the throes of another orgasm and an aftershock of an orgasm all cascading into one. She can’t even hear me, she's so far up in orbit.

  My balls tighten up and I feel the familiar electric seizures go through my body. My eyes roll up in my head and I can feel my cock convulse. Five seconds. Four. Three. Two.

  Fuck.

  I shoot out rope after rope of thick gooey cum into the condom that’s sheathing my cock.

  “Aargh,” I growl, and speed up my strokes, brushing the underside of my fucking cock against her swollen lips, sending shivers up and down my shaft up and up my spine. My body shivers and I open my eyes and exhale.

  Fuck, that was just what I fucking needed to unwind. A willing slut to bend over and take my cock. A pussy to pound after a 32 - 12 win over the Toronto Trojans is just what the doctor ordered.

  I pull my cock out and take off my condom. Monica rolls over onto her back, her legs still spread wide open. This bitch has no fucking shame at all. She looks at my condom full of cum and her eyes go wide.

  “Jesus, Colt,” she says. “You cum so much! Is that all for me?”

  I look over at her and shrug. Her eyes are glinting, thinking her body got me off so good and she’s a special snowflake. Truth is, I usually cum more. I cum in fucking quarts. My body is a fucking machine. No, it’s a fucking temple. A temple to sex. As the starting quarterback for the Dallas Devils and the best quarterback in the entire Nationwide Football League, it better be too - I didn’t play football from the age of eight to not have a fucking cut, ripped physique that Apollo would envy. To have a chiseled face and sculpted jaw that make mothers swoon even after they find out I nailed their daughters. A powerful frame with so much testosterone that fathers look up to me even after I’ve defiled their daughters. But so much testosterone has some side effects. And they’re all fucking good. Consequence number one - I have testicles the size of tennis balls and a 12-inch fucking monster cock. That’s fucking right. One foot of pussy pleasing power.

  Consequence number two? I like to fuck. All the fucking time. All women. All shapes. All sizes. I’d fuck you if you wanted, too. I’d fucking eat you out until you fucking screamed so loud that only the birds would be able to hear you. But I wouldn’t be done yet. Then I’d use my fingers and stroke your fucking G-spot and make you squeal. You’d be begging for mercy by the time you came. And then and only then, after a two-orgasm appetizer would I stick my fucking cock into your pussy.

  And you would be fucking ruined for other men, baby.

  Trust me.

  I grab Monica’s thong and use it to wipe my cock clean. It’s all gooey when I’m done and Monica looks at me in shock. Fuck, she’s not going to want to wear this.

  I shrug and open the window to the limo and wrap the thong around the condom, creating a bullet and chuck it out with force. Probably should have put it in a bag or something because I see it splatter over the windshield of a police car. Whatever. They got some of Colt Stackford’s cum on their windshield. They could scrape it off and sell it on eBay, that shit is so fucking valuable.

  But there must have been someone in the car because the police car opens on the driver’s side as the limo turns the corner. The last thing I see looking out the window is a uniformed police officer picking up the condom that’s now leaking cum and splattered on his windshield and looking my way as he makes a face. I laugh.

  Too bad we’ve turned the corner. Oh yeah, and too bad I’m fucking untouchable.

  “Stop the car,” I tell the driver, putting on my boxer briefs and jeans.

  “Where are you going?” Monica asks me as I put on my clothes. She’s still naked.

  I look at her. “It’s not me, babe,” I say, using the same lines as with every other woman who’s been to the back of the limo before her. “I gotta go, and I can’t have you come with me.”

  She looks at me and realizes this is where she gets off.

  What?

  Don’t look at me like that. I’m not putting her in danger. The subway is right there. The bus too. It’s a nice part of town.

  “Okay,” she says hesitantly. I watch her put on her clothes and I make sure she does it fast because all of a sudden I see the cum-car cop rounding the corner and begin walking towards the limo.

  “I only got a minute, babe,” I tell her. “And then you got to get out, no matter what you’re wearing.”

  Not wanting to be naked on the street, she puts as much of her jeans as possible and slips her jersey back on. She can’t find her bra, but I don’t offer to help her.

  “Call me, okay?” she says as she leans for the kiss and I instead move and open the door on my side for her, moving away with the agility of a cat and using her momentum to propel her outside.

  “You got it, Monica,” I say smoothly, giving her my million-dollar smile.