Bruiser: A Lonely Housewife Embarks on a Passionate Affair with an Alpha Male MMA Fighter

by Scarlet, Simone

  And then he bent down to kiss her.

  Ava let him.

  She closed her eyes and felt the warm softness of Brandon’s lips on hers, and the tightness as his fingers dug into her shoulders.

  She swooned.

  Wrapping her arms around Brandon’s massive shoulders, she kissed him like she’d never been kissed before – breathing in his manly scent, and feeling the hard warmth of his big body.

  She shivered.

  Their lips parted, and Brandon warned, “We don’t have much time.” And, with that, he hefted Ava up and threw her forcefully onto the bed.

  Ava bounced up and down as she landed, giggling.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” Brandon growled, crawling onto the bed and crushing her with his weight. “We don’t have time for foreplay.” And, with that, he hooked his fingers into her leggings, and wrenched them down, around her thighs. “Maybe later – when they’ve gone.”

  “Well, we could wait,” Ava suggested – but by then, Brandon had already pulled her leggings off completely.

  He threw them aside, and yanked down his own shorts. His hard cock sprung out, thick and throbbing.

  Ava groaned as she saw it, her pussy quivering hotly.

  Grabbing Ava’s wrists, Brandon hoisted them above her head, and pinned them to the bed. Then he crushed his lips against hers, and slid between her bare legs.

  His cock prodded eagerly at her thighs. Ava groaned, and shifted her hips, and then his hardness found her wetness and he thrust inside of her.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” arching her back, Ava felt his thick, throbbing cock stretch and fill her.

  Brandon groaned too, as he felt her warm, wet, velvet embrace.

  Kissing her frantically, the big fighter fucked Ava.

  The bed creaked as he thrust inside her, and Ava squirmed and groaned as she was pinned down to the bed by Brandon’s hard, hot weight.

  Lips wet with each other’s kisses, Brandon and Ava never broke eye contact. He stared with burning intensity into her eyes, and murmured, “God, I needed this.”

  Ava couldn’t even find words. She just lay there, and felt his beautiful cock slide inside her, and Brandon’s muscular hips grind against her clitoris.

  His cock swelled inside of her, and Ava realized that he was close to cumming. He was like a rutting animal, using her like she was helpless to his desires; and she was loving it.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to cum…”

  For a panicked moment, Ava remembered that Brandon wasn’t wearing a condom, and that she still wasn’t on any form of birth control.

  But right now? She didn’t think he could stop even if she wanted him too… And the truth? She didn’t want him to stop either.

  She wanted him to possess her. To empty himself inside of her. To bypass rationality, and sense, and sentiment, and just use her, like a man was born to use a woman.

  And Brandon delivered.

  “I’m cumming…”

  With grunting groan, the huge fighter thrust himself inside Ava as deeply as he could, right to the hilt, and then exploded wetly inside of her.

  “Fuuuuck,” Ava moaned, as she felt his cock swell, and throb, and flood her with wetness. She squeezed shut her eyes and shuddered in visceral pleasure.

  And then, spent, Brandon flopped across her chest.

  They lay in a heap on the bed, panting and gasping.

  After what seemed like a sticky eternity, Ava pushed Brandon off of her, and he rolled aside, his softening cock slithering out of her. She felt a gush of wetness roll down the crack of her ass, and shivered indulgently.

  “They’re going to be back any second,” Ava groaned.

  “L-let them,” Brandon replied sleepily, face down on the bed.

  Ava kicked him, and hauled herself upright. A moment later, she was sliding off the bed, and looking for her leggings.

  With wetness dribbling down her thigh, Ava awkwardly pulled up her panties and leggings, and then snapped angrily at Brandon: “C’mon!”

  She walked over to the bed and slapped his bare, white ass.

  “If Rob and Vinnie find out about … well, about us, just because you’re too goddamned lazy to pull your shorts up, I swear it won’t be James MacDonald who beats you into submission.”

  Chuckling, Brandon rolled off the bed, and pulled up his pants.

  He had just enough time to grab Ava’s shoulders, and pull her in for a long, hot kiss, before the door started rattling.

  Jumping apart from each other, instantly feigning innocence, Ava and Brandon welcomed Rob and Vinnie back in for dinner.

  Chapter Fifty Six

  Ava

  “Babe, are you sure?” Rob asked.

  He and Ava were standing on the balcony, overlooking the gleaming reflection of Atlantic City. The lights were projected across the rippling Atlantic Ocean; shimmering in the darkness.

  “My room is just next door,” Rob purred, and tried to kiss Ava’s neck. She elbowed him hard, and stepped away from his groping hands.

  “Watch it,” Ava hissed. “Brandon and Vinnie will see.”

  “So what?” Rob leaned in for a kiss, and she turned away. “C’mon, Ava.” And the next thing he did was sweet, instead of sleazy. He reached down and squeezed her hand. “Being back around you these last two weeks has been like torture.”

  Ava blinked, and looked back up.

  She and Rob had been standing on the balcony together for a few minutes now. She knew if they didn’t head back inside, Brandon and Vinnie were going to start asking questions.

  Fortunately, Brandon had a huge plate of pasta to finish; and food was pretty much the only thing that truly distracted him.

  Rob snorted.

  “Seeing you again… It’s like a reminder of all the good times we had.” He ran a hand through his luxurious blond hair. “It reminds me of how sweet, and funny, and goofy and kind you are.”

  Staring at his feet, Rob added, “I see you with Clark and it kills me. You deserve so much better than him.”

  “Clark is the father of my kids,” Ava snapped. “And he’s a good husband.”

  Okay, he might be selfish, and childish, and resemble Will Ferrell in the same way that Brandon resembled Gerard Butler… But she loved him.

  At least, she thought she did.

  “One night,” Rob squeezed her hand. “For old time’s sake.”

  Ava looked up, into the twinkling blue eyes of her ex-boyfriend.

  She didn’t know why he was doing this. As a D-list celebrity, there were probably scores of fame-hungry young sluts he could bang. The fact that he was pushing so hard for her – an overweight, overwrought housewife – made her think he was being sincere.

  And maybe he was. Maybe after getting all the pretty young chicks he’d wanted, Rob was yearning for something real. And back when they were at college, what they’d had was as real as anything would ever get.

  But that was a long time ago. A lifetime.

  And right now? With Brandon’s finger marks still on her body? She couldn’t even imagine it.

  Ava reached out and squeezed Rob’s hand.

  “I love you, Robbie,” she purred. “I always will. But not tonight.” And, in saying ‘not tonight’ she made an unspoken promise that it didn’t mean ‘never.’

  Because with her life the way it was, ‘never’ seemed like too long to make a promise for.

  “Hey!”

  The door to the balcony rattled open, and Vinnie poked his head out.

  “The B-man wants to hit the hay – and given what’s riding on him tomorrow, I say we let him.” The wiry Italian turned to Ava. “You promise not to keep him up, okay?”

  “I promise,” Ava forced herself to smile.

  Rob sighed, and put his arm around Ava’s shoulder. He squeezed, and then bent his head to kiss her lightly on the lips.

  “Goodnight, Ava,” he breathed.

  And then ‘Thor’ followed Vinnie off the balcony, and Ava watched them leave the suite.


  Shivering, she stepped in from the balcony and pulled the door shut behind her.

  Brandon was on the phone, ordering room service to come and collect their empty plates and glasses.

  “It wasn’t an excuse,” he told her, after putting down the receiver. “I really do need to sleep.”

  “I understand,” Ava nodded. She jerked her thumb in the direction of the bedroom. “I’ll try to keep it down in there.”

  Brandon walked over to her, and squeezed Ava’s hand.

  “You’re not sleeping in there,” he told her, and she felt an illicit thrill as he led her towards his bedroom.

  Chapter Fifty Seven

  Ava

  For one moment in their whirlwind affair, Brandon and Ava felt like real lovers.

  Stripping from their clothes, the two of them crawled into Brandon’s big, soft bed and snuggled under the covers.

  Brandon’s big, pale body was hot, and hard. Ava felt tiny, lying next to him beneath the covers.

  “I wish we’d done this sooner,” the big fighter purred, running his fingertips up and down the curve of Ava’s hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  Ava blushed, her pulse quickening at Brandon’s gentle touch.

  With slender fingers, Ava reached down between them – and found Brandon’s cock hard, and ready, and rearing from his black pubic hair like the Washington Monument.

  He groaned as her fingers curled around it, and she stroked his shaft.

  “W-wait,” the big man groaned. “There’s something I need to do first.” And, with that, Brandon ducked under the covers, and Ava gasped as she watched him borrowing under the blankets.

  Hot hands spread her thighs. She felt his breath between her legs.

  “Oh, God,” Ava gasped self-consciously. “Brandon, you don’t need to…”

  But it was too late.

  Ava groaned, as she felt her lover’s hot, wet mouth on her pussy.

  “Fuuuuck…”

  Brandon’s thick, rough tongue slithered between the lips of Ava’s pussy, and opened her up like a blossoming flower.

  She gasped, and arched her back; powerless to resist the pleasure of Brandon’s warm, wet lips and tongue on her.

  “Mmmph,” Brandon grunted, as his tongue swirled around her clitoris. “Mmmmph!” And then his mouth was joined by two thick, calloused fingers; which stretched and filled her almost like a cock.

  “Oh, shit,” Ava groaned, as Brandon effortlessly pleasured her.

  His lips and tongue were relentless. His fingers writhed inside of her, hitting all the right places. It was monstrously intense; a concerto of erotic sensations that soon had Ava clawing at the sheets.

  Utterly helpless to his inexorable licking, and slurping, and sucking, Ava climaxed on Brandon’s tongue.

  She shuddered, and squirmed, and flailed on the bed like a fish out of water – so much so that Brandon had to reach up and place his huge hand between her breasts – pushing down to pin her to the bed.

  And, trapped, Ava was helpless as he just kept licking.

  Her first orgasm rolled into a second. A third hit her like a freight train. By the forth, Ava was a drooling, delirious mess, and barely kept her shit together long enough to plead, “E-enough! No more! It’s too much!”

  And only then did Brandon stop.

  His head rising from beneath the covers – lips and chin glistening – the karate instructor grinned triumphantly.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ava groaned, eyes half closed. “Y-you killed me.”

  “Not yet I didn’t,” Brandon warned, and rolled Ava limply onto her stomach. His big hands grabbed her hips, and hefted Ava’s round ass into the air.

  On her knees, with her face buried in the covers, Ava groaned as she felt Brandon lay his huge, hot body across her back.

  He nudged apart Ava’s legs with his knees, and then she felt his hard cock nuzzle between the cheeks of her ass.

  “Oh, fuuuuck…”

  All it took was her raising her hips a touch, and Brandon’s straining cock found her eager pussy.

  Ava was dripping wet, and Brandon sunk inside her effortlessly.

  “Fuuuuuck,” she clawed at the covers as he stretched and filled her, like a stallion rutting with a fertile mare.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brandon groaned, as he sunk inside her, skewering Ava with his hot, hard length.

  “Huuuungh,” Ava bit her fist, as Brandon started to thrust into her from behind. Her ass in the air, and her face buried in the pillows, she felt utterly wanton and wild; being used by this big, strong, alpha male.

  As Brandon’s big cock slid in and out of her, Ava felt herself shudder. She bit into the covers to stop herself screaming, and her body tortured her with another delicious orgasm.

  “Fuuuck,” Brandon groaned, as he felt her pussy tighten around him. He placed his hand between Ava’s shoulder blades, and crushed her face even deeper into the covers as he pounded her from behind.

  “Y-yesss,” Ava groaned, lifting her ass a little higher, to let Brandon sink even more deeply inside of her.

  She was dripping wet, and quivering with pleasure. Her body ached with lust. She was desperate for one more final act to cement their union – and as she felt Brandon’s cock swell and stiffen inside of her, she knew she was about to get it.

  “Oh, God,” Brandon groaned, as he thrust inside Ava as deeply as he could. Leaning over her, he groaned hotly in her ear: “I’m cumming…”

  And then he flooded her from behind.

  Ava accepted it all; her greedy pussy quivering as his emptied himself deep inside her.

  Twice in as many hours.

  It was exquisite. The sensation of that big cock swelling, and throbbing, and then the warm, wet ecstasy of being filled with his seed.

  Ava climaxed again, instantly.

  And then, as they both groaned in release, the two of them collapsed onto the covers in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.

  Brandon crushed her, still buried deep inside.

  “God, you’re perfection,” he breathed, curling his body around Ava’s back. He kissed her shoulders sleepily. “I could get used to this.”

  And with his hardness still buried inside of her, and his heavy arms curled protectively around her, Ava shivered sinfully as she thought exactly the same thing…

  Chapter Fifty Eight

  Brandon

  The following day was a blur.

  Ava’s cell-phone chimed at 7am, and she slid stickily from Brandon’s bed to take a shower and check in with Clark and the kids. Sleepily, Brandon watched her go; butterflies churning in his stomach.

  An hour later, the door to the suite was flung open, and Rob and Vinnie came blustering in with paperwork, bags of equipment and two huge bottles of Monster Milk.

  Vinnie busied himself ordering room service. Rob, on the other hand, sniffed around the hotel room like a suspicious police dog.

  By this point Ava was showered, dressed and looking utterly respectable – but from the way Rob was acting, a part of her wondered if he knew.

  “So here’s the schedule.” Vinnie interrupted her paranoia. “We’ve got interviews at 11. Weigh in, blood test and check-up in the afternoon. More TV spots following that, and the fights themselves start at seven.”

  Pulling out a folder, the wiry Italian showed them the schedule. It was pretty packed.

  “Seven fights tonight,” he explained. “The headliner is Oates versus Bukov. You’ve probably been reading about that one.”

  Brandon took a pause from gulping down his protein shake.

  “That’s going to be a wild one,” he grunted. “Travis Oates and Nikolai Bukov train at the same gym – they’re like brothers.” He shrugged. “My money’s still on Bukov, though.”

  “I’m looking forward to the Billie George fight,” Rob snorted. That was one of the earlier match-ups. “Now Billie? She’s one woman I wouldn’t mind being choked out by.”

  A muscular female MMA fighter, Billie �
�Tomboy’ George was rapidly becoming one of the major draws to these MMA tournaments.

  Brandon continued drinking his shake, and drowned out the rest of the banter. As a fanatical MMA fan, he’d normally enjoy dissecting the upcoming fights – but today there was only one he was interested in:

  His bout against James MacDonald.

  Despite the three weeks of intensive training with Rob, Brandon still felt woefully underprepared – and everything was riding on tonight. He’d either go home a hero, or a loser; and what he stood to lose was more important to him than perhaps anything had ever been in his life.

  Narrowing his eyes, Brandon drained the shake, and then crushed the empty bottle in his hand. His mouth a grim line, he looked across the room towards Ava.

  Beautiful Ava, standing silently and solemnly beside Rob. She looked so beautiful, with her luxurious black hair and warm, brown eyes. Despite making love twice that previous night, his cock throbbed at the memory of her soft, warm body.

  Grimly, Brandon wondered what would become of them, now. How would their relationship be, when she went back home to Clark and her kids?

  The karate instructor snorted.

  Perhaps it wasn’t even the fight that was making him nervous, he admitted. Perhaps he was more scared of the uncertainty that would come when it was all over.

  Chapter Fifty Nine

  Brandon

  “He’s no Hannibal Alexander.”

  Charming, handsome James MacDonald was being interviewed on ESPN, and he wasn’t being much of a gentleman about it.

  “I’ve got nothing but respect for Brandon Broderick,” the handsome Scotsman continued, winking at the pretty blond with the microphone, “but I almost feel like wheeling him out tonight is more of a gimmick than a real fight.”

  With his matinee idol good looks and reddish blond hair, MacDonald had always looked too clean-cut to be an MMA fighter – but there was nothing wholesome or respectable about his trash-talking.

  “Running a karate school and being an MMA champion are two different things,” MacDonald was wrapping things up. “I’m pleased they’re giving him some exposure. I hope it brings some business to his school. But I’m just looking forward to tonight being over, so I can prepare for my next fight against a real champion.”