Amazon Athlete and Her Lover

It had started weeks ago, the quiet flirtation between them. Emily had noticed Bryce during soccer practice, though she'd never admit it out loud. He was small, sure, but there was something about the way he moved--agile, confident, almost cocky. He'd catch her eye across the field and flash her that grin, the one that made her stomach flip in a way that annoyed her. Who did this tiny guy think he was?

But then again, who was she to dismiss him? Most men either cowered under her intimidating presence or tried too hard to prove they could "handle" her. It was exhausting. Bryce, though didn't seem intimidated. If anything, he seemed amused by her. And that was intriguing.

One afternoon, after volleyball practice, Emily had been stretching near the bleachers when her teammate Tiffany said "Hey, I hear the star freshman soccer player Bryce likes you."

Emily, who was a 6'2 powerful, outside hitter grimaces, "The little guy, right?"

Tiffany replies "He's cute and you know it, and I heard he might be short but he is packing some serious heat in those shorts!" Emily's eyes lifted as she looked out to the pitch and was envisioning a big dick on his 5'8 frame. She didn't believe it and dismissed the notion.

Bryce came up to her in the weight room. He marveled at how she could power clean 135 pounds for reps when most the men on his team, including him, could not. Her body was like a real life Wonder Woman comic. His shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and his shorts hugged his thighs in a way that made her pause for just a second too long. "Hey, Amazon," he teased, using the nickname some of the guys on campus called her behind her back. But he said it with a smile, not a sneer. "You busy tonight?"

She straightened up, looking down at him. "That's your introduction to me Shorty?," she shot back, crossing her arms. Her biceps flexed under her tanned skin, and she saw his eyes flicker to them for just a moment before meeting her gaze again.

He laughed. "Sorry, that was meant as a compliment."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'd say you're delusional if you think I'd go out with you."

"Or maybe you're just scared," he countered, his tone playful but daring.

Emily felt a spark of something she hadn't felt in a while--a mix of curiosity and defiance. "Scared? Of you? Please."

They bantered like that for weeks, each exchange leaving Emily more intrigued. She found herself watching him during his soccer games, admiring his speed and precision. His confidence was infectious, and she hated how much she liked it.

And then came the day he said those words: "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I'm small all over."

Emily raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected that kind of confidence from him so she thought maybe, just maybe Tiffany was right. She tilted her head slightly, her long dark hair falling over one shoulder. "Oh really?" she purred, stepping closer towering over him. "Prove it. Your dorm. Now," she'd said, and he hadn't hesitated. Now here they were, the tension between them crackling like a live wire.

Back in Bryce's dorm room, Emily stood over him, her hands on her hips as he sat on the edge of his bed. The room smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the musky scent of sweat--his, she guessed, from earlier practice.

Bryce leaned back on his elbows, his eyes raking over her figure. "So, what's the plan, boss?"

Emily smirked. "The plan is you prove yourself. Stand up" She then dropped to her knees in front of him, her movements deliberate and slow. Her hands rested on his shorts. "Let's see what you're working with."

Bryce's breath hitched as she ripped his pants down violently. Emily's lips curved into a sly smile. "Well, well," she murmured. The sight of him even semi-aroused made her pulse quicken. He wasn't lying.

She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat and weight of him in her palm. "Impressive," she admitted, glancing up at him. "But let's see if this thing gets any harder."

Without another word, she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Bryce groaned, his head tilting back as she worked him with practiced skill. Her lips stretched around him, her tongue swirling along his length in a way that had him gripping her head which she immediately through off his hands of her as she bit down lightly. "No touching me unless I say so." Startled and extremely aroused by this 22-year old goddess he nodded in agreement.

"Fuck, Emily," he breathed, his voice strained.

She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt through him. She could feel him trembling beneath her, his hips twitching as he fought to keep still. He mutters, "Do I measure up to your standard." She wanted to say yes and that the 8", thick cock was the biggest she had ever sucked, but she liked control more, and she intended to remind him of that.

As she ignored his question and realized he was close to the edge, she pulled back abruptly, leaving him panting and desperate. "Not yet," she said, standing up and towering over him once more. "We're not done."

Bryce looked up at her, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide. "What are you.."

Before he could finish, Emily stood up and cradled him carrying him to the bed and tossing him onto as if he weighed nothing. He eyes gave the appearance he'd just seen a ghost. He couldn't believe she was that strong and it immediately scared him a little and turned him on as well.

"Now it's your turn," she said, leaning down so her face was inches from his. "Return the favor."

Bryce's hands gripped her waist as she positioned herself above him, her folds hovering just above his mouth. "Yes, ma'am," he said, his voice tinged with both amusement and arousal.

Emily smirked and lowered herself onto him, letting out a soft sigh as his tongue met her. She kept most of her weight off him at first, letting him get used to the sensation, but when she felt him tense beneath her, she knew it was time to take full control. With a low growl, she shifted her weight, pressing herself fully against his face. His nose pressed into her ass, and his hands instinctively went to her hips, trying to push her up for air. But Emily grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the bed with ease. "Stay still," she commanded, her voice firm but breathless. "You wanted this, remember?"

Bryce's muffled groan vibrated against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his tongue as he struggled to keep up. His hands flexed beneath hers, but he didn't fight her. Instead, he seemed to lean into it, his tongue working harder as if determined to please her.

Emily's breaths came faster, her muscles tightening as she approached the edge. "That's it," she growled, her voice low and rough. "Good boy, Bryce. Just like that."

His name left her lips in a sharp gasp as she came, her body shuddering above him. She rode out the waves of pleasure, pressing down on him with all her weight,

When she finally lifted herself off him, Bryce gasped for air, his face flushed and his lips swollen. He looked up at her with a dazed expression, a mixture of awe and submission in his eyes.

Emily stood up, brushing her hair back and looking down at him with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad, Bryce," she said, her tone teasing. "But don't get too comfortable. This is just the beginning."

Emily left Bryce's dorm room with a smirk, her long legs carrying her down the hallway as she heard his muffled groan of frustration behind her. She hadn't let him finish, and she knew it was driving him wild. Good, she thought. Let him stew in it. The anticipation would only make their next encounter more intense. She could still feel the heat of his touch on her skin, but she wasn't ready to give him full control--not yet. Not ever.

The next day after practice, Emily spotted Bryce across the field, his soccer jersey clinging to his lean frame. He looked up, catching her gaze, and she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She walked over, her towering height making him tilt his head back to meet her eyes. "My apartment," she said simply, her voice low and commanding. "Now."

Bryce blinked, startled but clearly excited. He nodded quickly, jogging after her as she turned on her heel and strode away without another word. They walked in silence, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. When they reached her apartment, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, not waiting for him to follow.

"Clean up," she ordered, gesturing toward the bathroom. "You're sweaty."

He obeyed without hesitation, disappearing into the bathroom while Emily lingered in the living room. She didn't bother changing out of her workout clothes, her tank top sticking to her skin and her shorts riding high on her thighs. She wanted him to see her like this--strong, powerful, and utterly in control.

When Bryce emerged, freshly showered and wearing just a towel around his waist, Emily was leaning against the counter, arms crossed. Her eyes raked over him, taking in his smaller frame, the way his muscles tightened under her scrutiny. He looked nervous but eager, and that only fueled her desire to dominate him further.

"I expect you to clean me off with your mouth," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She saw the way his breath hitched, the way his towel tented slightly as he grew hard at her words. Good boy.

Bryce approached her slowly, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for her. Emily didn't move, letting him take the lead--for now. His lips found her shoulder first, tasting the salt of her sweat, and she let out a soft hum of approval. "That's it," she murmured, tilting her head to give him better access. "Good boy."

He worked his way down her body, his tongue trailing over her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her stomach. Emily's breathing deepened as he lavished attention on her, his hands gripping her hips to steady himself. He paused when he reached the hem of her tank top, glancing up at her for permission. She didn't say anything, just arched an eyebrow, daring him to continue.

Bryce didn't hesitate. He pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her bare chest, her 38D breasts heavy and inviting. "You're like a real life Wonder Woman," he breathed, his voice filled with awe as he leaned in to kiss her again. His tongue flicked over one nipple, then the other, and Emily couldn't help but moan softly. She threaded her fingers through his hair, guiding him, encouraging him.

But she wasn't done with him yet. "My pussy needs to be cleaned too," she said, her voice dripping with authority. Bryce froze for a moment, his eyes widening, but he didn't argue. Instead, he sank to his knees, his hands settling on her thighs as he pushed her shorts down her legs. Emily stepped out of them, completely naked now, and leaned back against the counter, watching him closely.

The scent of her sweat and arousal hit him immediately, and she saw the faint flicker of discomfort in his expression. But he didn't stop. He leaned in, his tongue parting her folds, and Emily let out a sharp gasp. Her grip on his hair tightened as he began to eat her out with a fervor that surprised her. He was good--really good. Better than most men she'd been with.

She let him work for a few minutes, her hips rocking against his face as pleasure built within her. But she wasn't going to let him have all the fun. With a growl, she pushed him back, her eyes blazing as she looked down at him. "I'm going to fuck you now," she said, her tone daring him to object.

Bryce hesitated, clearly unsure if she was serious. But when she laid on the bed and spread her legs, beckoning him with a crooked finger, he scrambled to join her. His towel fell away, revealing his impressive erection, and Emily couldn't help but smirk. "Get over here," she ordered, patting the mattress beside her.

He obeyed, his heart racing as he positioned himself between her legs. Emily reached down, guiding him into her, and they both gasped as he slid inside. He fit her perfectly, his length filling her in a way that made her head spin. "Fuck," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he began to move.

Bryce started slow, his thrusts shallow at first, but it didn't take long for him to find a rhythm. Emily's nails dug into his shoulders as she urged him on, her hips rising to meet his. "Harder," she demanded, her voice rough with need. He obeyed, his pace quickening as he buried himself deeper inside her.

As he fucked her, his confidence grew, and he couldn't resist taunting her. "So," he panted, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Does this little guy have biggest cock you've ever had?"

Emily's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't deny the truth. "Bryce," she gasped, arching her back as pleasure washed over her. "Your dick is fantastic. It's filling me up so much."

Her admission seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he chased his own release. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Fill me up, baby," she purred, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Bryce groaned, his body shuddering as he came inside her, his seed spilling deep. Emily let out a satisfied sigh, her own orgasm crashing over her moments later. But she wasn't done with him yet. As soon as he collapsed beside her, she rolled on top of him, her weight pinning him down. She wasn't going to let him for a second think he was in control of her.

"I think I need to be cleaned again," she said, her voice dangerously sweet.

His eyes widened in panic as he realized what she meant. "Emily, I--" he started, but she cut him off with a sharp glare.

She gripped his wrists, pinning them above his head as she straddled his face. "Are you saying no to me?" she asked, her tone icy.

Bryce swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "...No," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"Good boy," she purred, lowering herself onto his mouth. His tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at her folds as she ground against his face. Emily moaned softly, her fingers tightening around his wrists as she rode him. He could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the remnants of his own cum, and it was too much for him and he asked her for a break.

"Don't stop," she ordered, her voice trembling with need. "Not until I tell you to."

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A couple weeks go by and they are on their first group date. Emily's eyes locked onto Bryce as he stepped into the small Italian restaurant. The group date with her teammates and their boyfriends and girlfriends was already in full swing, but her focus zeroed in on him like a predator spotting its prey. He looked good--dressed in a fitted button-down shirt that accentuated his lean frame, his dark hair slightly tousled from the evening breeze. Their friends were laughing and chatting around the table, but Emily couldn't shake the thought of how much bigger she was compared to him. She towered over him by nearly six inches, her athletic build making her seem even more imposing next to his smaller frame. And yet, there was something about him that made her pulse quicken.

Bryce slid into the seat across from her, flashing her that cocky grin she both loved and hated. "Hey, Amazon," he said, his voice low and teasing.

She smirked, leaning back in her chair. His nickname for her always sent a thrill through her, but she wasn't about to let him know that. "Hey, Tiny," she shot back, earning a laugh from the group.

The night wore on, filled with jokes, playful banter, and plenty of wine. But Emily couldn't stop stealing glances at Bryce, her mind wandering back to their last encounter. The way he'd submitted to her so willingly, the sheer size of him despite his smaller stature... it had left her craving more. And now, sitting here in front of everyone, she felt an almost irresistible urge to remind him--and the rest of the group--just who was in charge. The girls were used to her leadership style, but she was sure the men at the table weren't.

"So, Bryce," Emily said suddenly, her voice cutting through the laughter. Everyone turned to look at her, and she could feel the weight of their attention as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "I have to say, you've got one hell of a personality. But I think what really caught my attention was your... other impressive qualities."

Bryce froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. His cheeks flushed bright red as he realized where she was going with this. "Uh... thanks?" he stammered, clearly unsure of how to respond.

Emily's lips curved into a sly smile. "Oh, don't be shy," she purred, her tone dripping with amusement. "I mean, your a hell of an athlete and are a great soccer player.......... and it's not every day you meet a guy packing an 8" cock!"

The table erupted into laughter, and Bryce buried his face in his hands, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Why do I even hang out with you?"

Emily just laughed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. Good, she thought. Let him squirm a little. She loved seeing him flustered, loved knowing she had that kind of power over him. But more than that, she liked reminding everyone else that Bryce was hers--whether he knew it yet or not.

Later that night, after the group had dispersed and they were alone outside the restaurant, Bryce turned to her with a grin. "You really had to bring that up in front of everyone, huh?"

Emily shrugged, feigning innocence. "What can I say? I like to brag about my boyfriend."

Bryce raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her choice of words. "Boyfriend, huh? That's new."

She smirked, stepping closer until she was towering over him. "Well, someone's gotta keep you in line," she said, her voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. "And I'm guessing that is the best compliment a man could receive in front of a bunch of people."

He nodded, his eyes darkening with desire. "What would you have done that first time together if I'd been say average or worse."

Emily tilted her head, studying him for a moment before breaking into a slow, predatory smile. "Let me see, that means you'd have lied to me which would've been unforgivable.....maybe I would have bit it off and kept it as a souvenir," she said, her hand reaching out to grip his collar. "But maybe..." She paused, pulling him closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "...I'm not as sadistic as you think I am."

Bryce's heart raced as he stared up at her, his mind spinning with anticipation. He didn't know what she had planned, but he was more than willing to find out. "And what did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Emily's smile widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "My place. Now."

The ride to Emily's apartment was charged with an electric current of anticipation. Bryce sat in the passenger seat, his fingers drumming nervously on his thigh, while Emily drove with her usual commanding confidence. Her long legs stretched out as she pressed the gas pedal, her thighs flexing beneath her tight jeans. Every so often, she'd glance over at him, a smirk playing on her lips as if she could read his thoughts.

"Alright, little man," she said, her voice low and teasing. "So what's your move?"

Bryce hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't used to being so forward, especially with someone as intimidating as Emily. But something about the way she looked at him--like she was daring him to take control--gave him the push he needed.

"Can I make a suggestion?" he asked, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his stomach.

Emily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She loved how he always asked permission before doing anything. It showed respect, but it also gave her the upper hand--something she couldn't get enough of. "Go ahead," she said, leaning back against the counter.