Unbroken (Fighter Erotic Romance #4)

by Scott Hildreth

  “Don’t toy with me Shane Dekkar. Fuck me. Just fuck me,” she breathed.

  Just remember, you asked for it.

  I gripped her waist firmly and shoved myself into her. As my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and grabbed the pile of rope lying in the bed of the truck. Excited about pleasing her and teaching her a little lesson, I began to fuck her as if I were in some form of contest. As I pounded away, I released her right hip and reached under her waist with my hand. Using the heel of my palm, I pressed against her stomach a few inched below her belly button. As I thrust myself in and out I felt my cock against my palm.

  “Oh my god. What the…” she groaned.

  She turned her head to the side and faced me, “Fuck…”

  “You better bite on that rope, Kace. Either that or you’re going to wake the neighbors,” I growled.

  “What are you…”

  “Doing?’ she gasped.

  “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” I smiled.

  Without speaking, she turned around and lowered her head onto the pile of rope in front of her. I pushed my hand against her stomach with more force and began to pound away. As her ass slapped against my hips, she grunted and arched her back; pressing herself against me firmly. The downward angle of my stroke combined with the arch of her back caused the tip of my cock to pound against the inner wall of her vaginal canal.

  The ‘G” spot.

  I continued to shove myself into her, knowing she wouldn’t outlast me.

  “Shane…” she moaned as she turned to face me.

  I looked down and watched as my cock slammed in and out of her pussy. With her still peering over her left shoulder, I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. As I gathered it with my fingers, she tossed her head back in anticipation.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she sighed as I pulled her hair sharply.

  With her hair in one hand, and my other continuing to press against her stomach, I pushed myself into her repeatedly, feeling the tip of my cock against the palm of my hand with each stroke. As I felt her pussy begin to contract, I maintained my pace. I wanted her to cum and cum hard. As she began to reach climax, she turned and buried her face into the pile of rope.

  “Oh…my…”

  “God…” she moaned.

  “You want me to fuck you, huh?” I asked.

  “Uh…huh…” she groaned.

  “You sure?” I teased as I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy completely.

  I looked down at the glistening shaft of my cock, holding the head just beyond the lips of her pussy.

  Silence.

  Her hair still firm in my hand, she turned her head slightly left and stared at me with crazed eyes.

  “Fuck me Shane,” she sighed.

  “You sure?” I asked again.

  “Uh…huh,’ she responded.

  “Sure?”

  She arched her back and pressed her swollen pussy against the tip of my cock, causing it to penetrate her slightly. As I felt her pussy encompass the head, I pushed myself into her until my hips were firm against her butt.

  She grunted into the pile of rope. I began to pound myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy without so much as an ounce of mercy. Within thirty seconds, she began to climax again. As she began to moan, I teased her.

  “Fuck you, huh?” I shouted.

  “Uh…”

  “Huh…” she breathed.

  I thrust myself in and out of her violently, looking down and watching every stroke of my cock. Her pussy continued to contract as she reached a few successive orgasms. She pulled her ass away from me and pressed her hips into the tailgate of the truck, almost causing my cock to fall from inside her pussy.

  “You done?” I chuckled as I released her hair.

  She turned to face me, shook her head, and tried to catch her breath. In between her short choppy breaths, she attempted to speak her mind.

  “No.”

  “No, I’m not even…”

  “Close.”

  She took a short moment and caught her breath completely. As her labored breathing came to be close to normal, she raised her head and smiled.

  Still bent over the truck with her ass in the air and her dress over her waist, she grinned, “I told you to fuck me, Shane. Stop dicking around, as you always say. I don’t want to be able to sit on this little pussy for a long time without remembering this. Not at least for a day or two. Now, get busy fucking me or pull those pants up and go to the gym.”

  As Kace watched, I stepped back and pulled my boots from my feet. After kicking off my jeans, I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs and kicked them into the back of the truck beside her. As I bent down to remove my socks, she objected.

  “Leave the socks on, boss,” she smiled.

  “Excuse me?” I asked, still bent over with the sock gripped in my fingers.

  “Fuck me in the socks. It’s hot,” she whispered.

  I stood and gripped her waist in my hands, lifting her from where she stood. Slowly and carefully, I turned her over on her back in the bed of the truckm her head resting on the pil eof rope.

  “This is cold on my back,” she complained.

  “Fuck me Shane,” I taunted.

  “Seriously, on my back in this work truck?” she whined.

  I reached for a portion of the rope, “Fuck me Shane.”

  “Oh my god. Are you going to tie me up?” she asked excitedly.

  “I want my pussy sore for a week. Fuck me Shane. Fuck me or hit the gym,” I chuckled as I untangled the rope.

  I bent down, removed my knife from the pocket of my jeans, and cut two short lengths of rope as Kace eagerly watched. As I leaned into the truck she began to breathe heavily. I reached for her right wrist, wrapped the rope around it, and tied it to the tie-down hook on the side of the bed. After doing the same with her left hand, I stood back and admired my handiwork and my beautiful wife. My beautiful tied up wife. The more I looked at Kace tied up in the bed of the truck, the more excited I became. As I stood and stared, she began to twist back and forth and kick her legs lightly.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Look at my pussy,” she responded.

  “What?” I asked as I raised my knee to the edge of the tailgate.

  “My pussy, it’s soaked,” she sighed.

  As I pulled myself into the truck, I laughed, “It better be.”

  As I lifted her dress to above her waist, she wiggled and twisted her body from side to side. Using each hand, I grasped her lower calves and spread her legs to the side as I lowered my face between her thighs. As I slid my hands up the length of her smooth legs, she began to moan.

  “Shane…”

  “Shhh,” I whispered.

  As I began to suck on her clit lightly, she twisted and bucked her hips against my face. After a few moments of teasing, I started to lick her pussy with a mentally timed rhythm. Each stroke of my tongue like the last, I raised one finger and began to finger her as I continued to lick her. After a few more minutes, she moaned with pleasure and her breath became short.

  I continued the pace as she moaned in pleasure, reaching orgasm from my tongue and finger.

  Quietly, I pulled my head from her legs and raised myself to standing on both knees. As I inched closer to her waist, I reached for her shoulders and pressed my hips between her thighs. With one hand, I guided myself into her now dripping pussy.

  “Now, Kace. Now I’m going to fuck you,” I said as I shoved myself into her completely.

  She tugged with each hand against the rope. I had left a little slack in the rope, but her wrists were secured well. She couldn’t get away if she felt the need to. As she pulled with each wrist alternately, I chuckled.

  “You aren’t going to get away, little girl. I’m going to fuck you until I’m done,” I assured her.

  “Oh God. Do it,” she breathed.

  As I began to fuck her without mercy, her ass scooted across the bed of the truck until her he
ad was against the inside of the bed. As her head came in contact with the bed, I reached down and grasped her throat and squeezed lightly. As my grip tightened she smiled and closed her eyes. Carefully, I increased the strength of my grip as I continued to slide my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.

  Within a few minutes, her pussy began to contract.

  “Slap me,” she said as she opened her eyes.

  “Kace?” I asked, unsure of what she wanted me to do.

  “Fucking slap me, Shane. Slap me,” she shouted.

  In my wildest dreams, I would never guess I would reach a point where I would be comfortable slapping a woman. Ever. Without a doubt, I was fucking her as a much different person that I had been in the past. Maybe I had changed. It took one more request for me to know for certain.

  “Slap me!” she bellowed.

  She hadn’t actually finished speaking when my hand released her neck and slapped her cheek mildly.

  “Oh my fucking God,” she screamed.

  “Slap me again, fuck yes. Do it,” she growled as she closed her eyes.

  Slap! My hand glanced across her right cheek sharply.

  “Oh my god, Shane. Yes. I’m going to…”

  Her pussy began to contract, and she opened and closed her eyes repeatedly. As she continued to cum, my cock began to swell in her tightening pussy.

  “Oh fuck yes, baby,” I groaned.

  “Fuck yes. I’m going to…”

  “Cum…”

  I came with enough force it felt as if my head was going to explode. I collapsed into a pile on Kace’s chest, exhausted from a climax like no other. My cock stilll inside of her, I lay there and whispered.

  “You okay, babe?” I asked.

  “Oh hell yes. I’m perfect, baby. I love you,” she responded.

  “You uhhm…” I began.

  “Shane, it’s okay if that’s what you’re asking. I want sex like that. Always. Okay?” she assured me.

  “Okay.” I responded.

  As we remained nestled there in the back of the truck regaining our composure, I considered getting the knife and cutting her free. After a moment, I kissed her lightly and rolled to the side.

  “I’m going to get the knife and just cut the ropes. You pulling on them actually tightened them,” I said.

  “Okay,” she smiled as she pulled against them again jokingly.

  I jumped out of the truck wearing nothing but my socks and grabbed my knife from the pile of clothes on the garage floor.

  And the garage door began to open.

  “What the fuck?” I screamed.

  “Shane!” Kace screamed.

  As if in shock, I stood with the knife in my hand, wondering just what was had happening.

  Oh, shit. It’s got to be Ripp and Vee. I gave them a remote to the garage.

  Instead of the many other options I had to try to resolve the issue, I ran toward the other side of the garage to the wall mounted remote. Frantically, I pushed the down button.

  “Shane, I’m tied fucking up!” Kace screamed as she pulled against the ropes.

  The garage door continued the upward cycle.

  With the garage door now completely opened, I stood naked and stared out into the driveway.

  The unmistakable front of Vee’s SUV filled the drive in front of me. Her face covered in horror, and Ripp’s smeared with a huge smile, they stared through the windshield as Vee tossed the vehicle in reverse and screeched the tires. As she backed out of the drive, Ripp rolled down his window and screamed.

  “Just come get Casey when you’re done, bro.”

  I stood naked, with the knife in my hand, and waved.

  When I’m done?

  I’m never going to be done.

  SHANE. “Your dad said you’d be here. What the fuck are you doing, Ripp?” I asked.

  Ripp sat on the edge of the little merry-go-round and swung his feet like a child. Seeing him sit on the edge of the ride made him look like a giant, and the ride a toy. I looked around the park, and sat down beside him.

  “Make her go, Dekk,” he smiled over his right shoulder.

  “You alright?” I asked as I pressed my feet into the dirt below.

  He looked over his shoulder again, “Yep. I’m good, bro.”

  “Your pop said you used to come here when you were a kid,” I said as the ride gained a little speed.

  “Yep, used to run up here before my bath, naked. I hated taking a bath. I thought it was wasted time. Never understood what sittin’ in the tub of water provided. They’d get me naked and walk out of the bathroom, and I’d put on my Chuck’s and run up here and play. This ride’s been here for twenty five years or better. Just thinkin’ I want it to be here for twenty five more,” he said.

  “Well, maybe it will. So what’s going on?” I asked.

  “Nothin’, just relaxin’,” he responded as the ride slowed down.

  I pressed my feet into the dirt again and shifted my weight to the side, causing us to go the other direction.

  When I was a child, I used to beg my grandfather to take me to the beach. My father never really wanted to spend time there, and all but refused to take me. When I visited my grandfather, on the other hand, it was a much different story. He enjoyed time at the beach and sometimes even volunteered to take me there.

  Once, when I was probably around ten years old, we went to the beach with a small surfboard. He told me he was going to teach me to surf. On the trip to the beach, I was excited at the thought of him showing me how to surf. I expected him having spent his entire life in southern California would have made him an avid surfer, and he’d teach me the tricks of the trade. When we got to the beach, I learned the awful truth.

  “How do you make it go,” I asked.

  “You don’t. The waves do,” he told me.

  “How do I hold it up?” I asked as I looked down at the wooden board.

  “You don’t,” he responded, “the waves do.”

  “What do I do?” I asked.

  “You enjoy yourself. Become one with the sea,” he responded.

  “Have you ever done it?” I asked.

  “No son, I haven’t,” he smiled.

  “How are you going to teach me?” I asked.

  “I’m not, Shane. I can’t teach you to find peace, but I can point you in the right direction. I know it exists, and it exists right here,” he pointed out toward the breakers.

  “There’s magic out there, son. Go find some.”

  “But…” I began to hesitate, wondering just what to do.

  “But nothing. Grab the board and do what they’re doing,” he said, pointing to all of the other surfers on the beach.

  The people surfing on that particular day ranged in age from around six years old to about seventy. In watching them, it looked easy. I carried the board to the beach, looking over my shoulder at my grandfather as I walked closer to the water’s edge.

  Each time I looked back, he waved. I carried the board to the water and waded out until I was in waist deep. As I climbed up onto the board, I began to feel free. Although I was laying down on my stomach and paddling out into the ocean, I felt as if nothing else mattered. Without indicating my lack of experience, I watched the boy beside me, and did what he did. I have no idea of the length of time it typically took someone to learn to surf, or how many tries it took most of the surfers to finally get up on a board, but I knew how many it took me.

  One.

  Shaky legged, I rode my first wave onto the beach and into my grandfather’s applause. Quickly, I returned to the water, and repeated the process. After an afternoon of surfing, I felt as if I had really accomplished something. The ocean provided me a form of confidence, relaxation and comfort. As my grandfather said, there’s magic out there.

  And I had found it.

  As I grew older, I found the same magic in riding a motorcycle. Something about being on the road with a motorcycle between my legs was refreshing. Confidence, relaxation, and comfort were commonly fo
und with each small trip I took. After my first year of riding, it was difficult to get me into any form of a conventional vehicle. It really never rains in southern California, but when it did, I never stopped riding. To me, riding in the rain was as relaxing as a bath.

  Both surfing and riding provided me a deep relaxation.

  “What you thinkin’ about, Dekk?” Ripp speaking brought me out of the dream like state I was in.

  “Nothing, just relaxing,” I responded.

  Ripp flipped his legs from side-to-side and forced the merry-go-round into a spin. As we turned around in circles, I watched the park pass by with each rotation. I propped my feet on the edge of the metal disc and raised my hands in the air. As the ride spun in circles, I closed my eyes and once again found magic – from a child’s toy in the park.

  As the ride spun in circles, I opened my eyes slightly and looked through the slits at the blurry trees and swing sets as they passed. For a moment, I became a child again. With my eyes still closed and my hands raised high in the air, I said all I could think to say.

  “Faster….faster…”

  SHANE. Having friends is one thing. Having friends and actually enjoying spend time around them is another. I’ve often asked myself, who wouldn’t enjoy an afternoon at the bar with Mike Ripton? He’s a one-of-a-kind individual, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

  Standing beside the table, Ripp stood with a beer in one hand, and the other acting as if he were pushing a swing, “So, I push the swing forward, and he just farts like a fucking elephant.”

  “And I step back, because the swing is stirring this funk up and swinging it into my face. And Vee screams, Michael, don’t abandon him there,” he said as he waved his free hand in front of his nose.

  “So, I step back into the war zone and pull his stinking little ass from the swing. Now, I’m a pretty god damned good babysitter if I do say so myself. So I lay this little fucker down, and I…”

  “I have a question,” A-Train interrupted as he raised his hand in the air.

  “What ya got, bro?” Ripp asked.