Griffin: Bad Boy MMA Romance

by Ashley Hall

  I wasn’t about to paint my apartment pink, but I definitely wasn’t protesting the way her slender fingers encircled my cock. All my exhaustion melted away as Sadie began to stroke me, and I wondered if this was what absolute bliss felt like.

  For all the intricacies of her dress, the damn thing slid off Sadie in one long piece and slithered to the floor as I watched. Beneath it, she was completely bare—and I was at full attention instantly. “Where…where are your fucking panties?” I managed to croak.

  “You ruined them.” She stuck her tongue out at me teasingly. “I had to get rid of them.”

  “You little…Jesus…” Before I could stop her, Sadie extracted my dick from my pants and set to giving me one of her amazing blowjobs. I was almost upset that it didn’t last longer, but it was my impatience that killed the experience. After only a few minutes of that sweet mouth of hers working my shaft, I tugged her onto my lap—and onto my erection.

  Once I was inside her, the look of nirvana on her face was almost enough to undo me. “Griffin, that feels so good…”

  “Does it, baby?” My tongue flicked at one of her swollen nipples as I started to move. “Tell me how it feels.”

  “It…Griffin!”

  It may have been impolite, but I shifted so I could take hold of her thighs and stood up as she tried to tell me, holding her suspended in mid-air as I continued to fuck her. From this angle, she had absolutely no escape. Sadie had no choice but to take every inch of my cock—and take it she did.

  As she moaned and writhed, I watched her face, completely intoxicated. She wasn’t doing this because she got something out of it, because I would buy her jewelry or trinkets. She wasn’t a rabid fan and she wasn’t someone who would toss me aside.

  After a lifetime of being betrayed by almost everyone I cared for, I had Sadie.

  I loved Sadie.

  The very thing I once thought made me weak lifted me up, made me stronger than I’d ever been. Love bit me on the ass when I least expected it, and now, somehow, I wasn’t willing to let it go.

  I wasn’t willing to let her go.

  THE END

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  Hunted

  She was searching for answers. But now the hunter has become the hunted.

  I’m a killer, a rogue. I prey on the predators of this sick and twisted world.

  The men I send to the grave have earned their one-way ticket.

  They’re animals. Monsters. Less than human.

  Still, some say I go too far.

  Too bad I don’t give a damn what they think.

  In my realm, I am judge, jury, and executioner.

  But when my ex old lady stumbles back into my life,

  her memory scrambled by a vicious car accident,

  all the roles get mixed up.

  Nothing seems so clear-cut anymore.

  Do I succumb to her temptation?

  Do I reclaim what’s mine: her body, heart, and soul?

  Or do I turn my back on her petite little curves

  and focus on my self-appointed mission?

  My burden is heavy, and she isn’t making it any easier.

  She’d better be careful, though.

  Because I’m about to turn my sights on her.

  Flirt

  It takes a perfect bastard to ruin a perfect life…

  Wesley Sykes was everything I was taught to stay away from – cocky, foul-mouthed, and living in perpetual sin. He looked the part, too, with broad shoulders wrapped in a leather jacket and a smile designed by the Devil himself.

  And now he’s moving in…to my perfect, religious household.

  All my life I had been the good girl. Wes warned me he was no good, and every time I wanted to get too close, he reminded me of who he was. I wanted to hate him for it, but I couldn’t. Every time he said no just made me want him even more, and no matter how many times I laid in bed, dreaming of his hands on me, it was never enough. I had to try it.

  So I did.

  Just once, I promised myself. But once temptation finally won, once wasn’t enough for either of us. There's no turning back now. I'm just praying that no one ever finds out about the things he’s done to my body when no one was looking.

  But under this roof, nothing ever stays secret for long…