Banging Reaper

by Sweet, Izzy

  I can’t look away. I can’t help but watch with a new wave of heat rolling over my body while he strokes his glistening fingers up and down his thick length.

  “Take your shirt off,” he commands me.

  I continue to watch, mesmerized by him jerking himself while my fingers obey his command. Finding the hem of my shirt, I yank it up and toss it to the floor.

  His eyes darken and they practically burn through my breasts as he orders me to, “Remove your bra.”

  Fuck, a new wave of anticipation grips me. I just came but fuck if I don’t want him filling me with that beautiful cock.

  With one hand I reach back, my own fingers effortlessly unsnapping my bra. Once the hooks are free, my straps immediately start slipping down my shoulders.

  Chase growls and I watch a flush of red creep up his neck. I slip the bra off and toss it to the floor.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chase growls as he looks at me, as he drinks in my breasts. He looks so strained, so tense as if he’s barely restraining himself. His fingers pump furiously up and down his cock. It looks as if his grip is painful.

  “Now your pants.”

  I reach down and push my pants down, wiggling my ass out. Chase growls almost viciously and a bit of precum leaks from his cock, hitting me on the thigh.

  I reach down and our eyes lock. I swipe up some of that precum and dip my fingers into my mouth.

  I, “Mmmm,” as I lick him from my fingers. He tastes salty and warm.

  One moment Chase looks stunned as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing then the next he looks as if he’s about ready to explode.

  “Of, fuck, now you’re going to get it,” he warns me and reaches out for me, grabbing me by the panties.

  He tears the silky fabric down my legs, leaving a damp trail behind because they’re completely fucking soaked.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he breathes into my ear as he covers me with his body.

  I grab onto his meaty shoulders for support then wrap my legs tight around his waist, locking them at the ankles.

  “Good girl,” he groans and without warning I feel the swollen head of his cock sliding through my folds.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he tells me and then as if to torture me, he pushes the head of his cock against my oversensitive clit. My legs tremble, my breath catches in my throat.

  “I’m going to fuck you my beautiful Raven girl,” he continues, as the head of his cock swirls and swirls.

  My nails sink into his skin. Oh, fuck if he keeps this up, I’m going to come again.

  “Because you’re mine,” he says with such force, with such authority as if just by speaking it makes it real.

  I whimper and my hips rock. The pressure just builds and builds.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he orders me.

  But how can I say that? I don’t have the breath to speak or the sense of mind to even say the words.

  When I don’t do as he asks he growls and slaps my pussy with the head of his cock.

  “Please,” I beg him, arching up off the bed, trying to pull his shoulders down.

  He shakes his head. His eyes, they’re so dark as they bore into me. He looks so much like he did when he was in the ring against Ethan…. So intense, like he knows he’s going to win, and he’s not going to back down.

  “Tell me,” he repeats and slides his cock through my folds.

  “I’m yours,” I gasp out and as a reward he smiles and starts to sink into me, spreading my folds.

  “Say it again.”

  “I’m yours,” I groan out as he sinks so slowly inside me. He’s so big and even though I’m so wet, so ready, so swollen, it feels as if I have to adjust around his girth.

  “Fuck yeah, don’t stop,” he encourages me.

  Deeper and deeper he sinks into me, spreading me open.

  “I’m yours, I’m yours, Chase” I repeat. And I start to believe it. Tossing my head. I’m so full, I feel as if I’m about to split in two.

  “You’re mine,” he claims me as his head bends down, his teeth scrape at my throat.

  He fills me completely, sinking his cock deeper and deeper, until the head of his cock is stopped by the soft entrance to my womb.

  “You’re mine, Avery,” he reminds me one last time and then his lips are slanting over my lips tenderly before he savagely tears himself away from my mouth. “And I’m never,” he says before pulling back his cock until I’m left with the tip pulsing inside me.

  I cry out, feeling so needy, so empty. The throb of need is so strong it hurts.

  Suddenly he drives his entire body forward, pounding himself hard and deep with each word. “Letting. Go.”

  That’s it. Something deep inside me seems to snap at his declaration and something seems to snap inside of him too because he starts to fuck me like some crazed animal.

  My thighs tighten around him and it’s all I can do to hold on. He fucks me so deep, so hard, I completely lose control. I scream, I cry, and I even beg as the pressure inside me explodes. There’s just no warning, no buildup. It’s a chain reaction of climaxes.

  Orgasm after orgasm rolls through me. Small waves, giant waves, and the final feels like a freakin typhoon. There’s so much warmth, so much pleasure, so much wetness. Chase pummels me into oblivion. He fucks me so hard and fast, he steals all my control.

  I swear my mind cracks, reality ceases to exist. I may have even lost consciousness. I just don’t become consciously aware again until I feel him tense. Until I feel him swell up and jerk.

  “Oh, fuck, you’re milking me,” he hisses out.

  And I realize that yes, I am indeed milking out his cum. My walls are tight around him, sucking him in. Somehow pulling him in even deeper. His cock twitches. He gives one last shiver.

  I hold him there. We’re quiet. Both breathing heavy. Both trying to regain our control.

  My legs are trembling, it’s hard to keep them locked around him. He groans as my pussy spasms with a sudden aftershock. I gasp shrilly as he decides to pull out.

  I watch him as he pulls off the full condom, ties it into a knot and then tosses it towards the trash can by the door. Then he looks at me. I feel as if I’m suddenly caught in his glare. I can’t breathe. His eyes immediately soften. He collapses on top of me and groans.

  “Are you alright?” he asks, nuzzling his face into my hair. I hear him breathe in deep and then he’s nuzzling against my neck.

  “Yes,” I breathe out. My throat feels raw again. I won’t be surprised if tomorrow I lose my voice.

  “Are you sure?” Chase asks rearing up above me. He strokes the hair out of my face, his eyes full of concern.

  I smile at him and reach up. I finally get to do what I’ve been wanting to do. I pull him down and kiss him some more. “I’m sure,” I murmur against his lips. He kisses me back so softly, so sweetly. It’s like he’s not the same man he was just a few minutes ago.

  “Do you regret it?” he asks, wrapping me in his arms, rolling over until he’s on his back and I’m on his chest. He pulls the blanket up, covering us.

  “No, of course not,” I reassure him. I don’t regret it. It was amazing. I’ll never forget this night. It’s already becoming one of those memories I just know I’ll always treasure.

  “Do you regret what you said?” he asks now and his chest stills beneath my cheek. He’s holding his breath, waiting for my answer.

  “No,” I tell him and snuggle into his warmth.

  And maybe I’ll regret this. Maybe when I’m not all relaxed from sex and snuggled up to the one guy who’s stood up for me and protected me, who’s made me feel safe, who’s made me feel as if he really cares, I might have a different answer.

  But right now, I’m so sated, so fuzzy and tingly and so into the guy who’s holding me close that I tell him, “If you want me, I’m yours.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chase

  Six in the morning sure does come early when you are awoken in
the middle of the night for another romp in the bed with what is quickly becoming an insatiable woman.

  My alarm on my phone beeps and then vibrates a couple of times before I have a chance to shut it off. Avery mumbles something about unkind gentlemen when I wrap her back up in the blankets and she quickly falls back to sleep.

  I feel about twice as good this morning compared to how I felt the morning after the fight. My hands have worked all the twinges out of them. My legs feel stronger too. Yesterday I pushed myself harder than normal but thankfully I didn't overdo it.

  Walking into my closet, I flip the light on after shutting the door. I pull on a fresh pair of underwear and black running shorts. A Parkway Drive t-shirt completes my running outfit and I snag a pair of socks before turning off the light and opening the door.

  It's almost pitch black in the room. After being so intimate with Avery last night, I really want to turn on the lights while she sleeps to study what this amazing woman looks like fully naked but that would probably lead to trouble. Brushing the hair away from her face, I kiss her on the forehead, gazing at the woman who is completely enchanting me.

  She is absolutely fucking beautiful.

  Heading down the stairs, I slap some ear buds in and turn on some Amity Affliction. Today in the seven day training cycle is a full workout day, or as I have come to call them it’s Nightmare Day. I do three days of these a week, then three medium days and then one light day. I start at six and end around six, so it’s going to be a long day, but when I am in training mode, it’s what I do.

  This is my job. I know some fighters who do not have the discipline that I strive for and that I train for to keep myself in top fighting shape. I've been this way for a long time. When I am in the in-between stages, I slide back to four to five days of medium work outs. But if I am preparing for a fight like I am with Ethan again, I want the world to know after this fight that the last time was not a fluke.

  I am the champion and he never had a fucking chance.

  Something about being so damn close to Avery, knowing she is just a quick run back home allows me to slip into that space in between thought and action. I don't have her weighing on my mind. I know where she is and I know she is safe and sound.

  I make sure to stay off the cement path around the lake, it’s a three-mile long path. I run through the woods and trails instead. I want to push my body today, it needs to get back into hardcore training mode.

  ***

  Slipping in the back door after my run, I look around but it doesn't seem like Avery has gotten out of bed yet. Goody for me then, I might get to see her naked again before breakfast.

  I walk quietly up the stairs and into what I hope to soon call our bedroom. I peek in and see that she has wrapped her body around a pillow and is covered up to her neck. I walk over to her when I see her eyes sleepily blink open.

  “Mmm, where have you been?” she asks, sleepily tilting her head to the side as she raises a hand to block some of the morning light coming in through the windows

  “I went for my run,” I say and lean down, kissing her on the lips. My hand cups her cheek and she returns the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.

  She wipes at my sweat. Shit. She doesn't look in the mood now.

  “Ew.” She makes a face, scrunching up her nose. “You need a shower and I need a few more minutes of sleep.”

  Nodding my head, I strip off my sweat-drenched clothes and head into the master bath. I'm pretty sure Avery is asleep before I even get the door closed.

  The eggs and bacon are coming along nicely when I hear Avery moving around upstairs. Smiling, she walks into the kitchen with a bit of a bounce to her step. She must have slept well.

  I hold up an empty coffee cup for her and she nods while taking a seat on one of the bar stools at the center island. She perches on the edge of her seat, quietly sipping her coffee and watching me cook. After I finish her eggs, getting them just the way she likes them, I push them over to her and start on my own breakfast.

  Hard days means I am going to need a bigger breakfast than the easy and light days. I know how my body works, and I guess Avery is a bit shocked as her eyes grow wide with how much food I’m preparing for myself. I will be burning through my workouts today, so I need a lot of energy to use up.

  “Um,” Avery grins as she watches me eat. I have four scrambled eggs, a mountain of hash browns, a pile of bacon and then a huge homemade smoothie of bananas, spinach, strawberries and protein shake compound.

  Grinning back, I dig in. Well, maybe shovel would be the correct term, but I do try to keep my mouth closed while I chew at least.

  “Skip dinner last night?” she giggles as I begin moaning in happiness. I fucking love bacon. I demolish the entire pile.

  “Training, my sexy little Raven,” I tell her. I don’t want her to think I eat like this every day.

  And I am back in training mode. I received a text this morning from Dale with a time and date for three months from now. I have my date, and I am going to pound that little fucker into the ground. I am legally going to be permitted to punish that fucker as much as I want. I have five full rounds at five minutes each. I can last and perform that long, let’s see if fuckface can.

  “Already? I thought you got to take a break,” she says and snags one of the last pieces of bacon from my plate. I growl playfully at her.

  “Careful, missy,” I say before taking a huge drink of my smoothie. I try offering her some of it, “I swear it really doesn't smell that bad, and it is really tasty.” But she shakes her head and pulls away.

  “But to answer your question, I usually do. But after Ethan pulled his little stunt yesterday with the media, I agreed to go again in three months. It’s a shorter break than usual, but they probably figure that we both already...

  Avery breaks in with, “Again? What do you mean again? And what stunts?”

  I'm shocked that she knows nothing about what has been transpiring. But then again, she may be Ethan’s friend and my girlfriend but that doesn't mean she follows the fight news.

  “Yeah,” I answer her, giving it to her straight. “He’s done nothing but spout shit off to any reporter who will listen to him, claiming I cheated. And he’s demanding a title shot with me. I'm going to give him one too, this way he can't come back again. Two losses in a row should put his shit show off track for at least a year.”

  “Wait, what stunts?” she asks.

  I pull my phone out of my pocket and bring up yesterday’s press conference before sliding it over to her. “If you want, go into the messages part and see what all Dale has sent me. Your friend has a mouth on him.”

  Avery sits there for a long time as I finish my food. I see her going through the articles that were written and the video from the press.

  I pick up the dishes as she puts the phone down. “Are you going to kill him this time?” she asks and there is absolutely no mirth in her voice as she looks up at me.

  “No. But since he wants to try and push my buttons and flat out tell everyone that he can take me out any time he wants... I am going to give him a full five rounds to try it. Five rounds of me punishing him.”

  I don't know what answer she was expecting, and that might not have been the best thing I could have said, but I won't lie to her.

  She shakes her head and looks down at her hands, trying to hide her confliction. “He is so fucking stupid.”

  “Yep.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chase

  Avery is quiet as we drive to her apartment. She decided after breakfast that she wanted to come with me today to see what I do on Nightmare Days. I think she thought I was kidding when I called my training day that.

  She comes out of the apartment wearing a pair of black yoga pants and still has the t-shirt of mine she swiped from my closet when we were getting ready. A backpack on her shoulder, she smiles as she slips into the car. I hang up the phone with Dale and smile at her.

  “What’s up?” she asks as I p
ull out of her driveway.

  “I was talking to Dale. He wants to know what press releases our camp will be putting out about the upcoming fight. I told him to do the exact same thing as last time.”

  “Holy cow, are you serious?” She turns to me and her eyes are opened wide. “Ethan was so infuriated, you only talked about how you were preparing for the fight. He said you were full of self-righteous bullshit.”

  “Yeah, I do that most times when other guys start talking all their shit. I don't like talking shit, so the more they do, the more I put on the humble guy who is training his butt off approach. It usually pisses them off pretty good.”

  We walk into the gym and I introduce Avery to Dale again and the couple of people there.

  I pull her to the side and hand her my keys and wallet. “Lunch is on me. Whenever you get hungry if you want to get something just get me the same thing but double order it for me.”

  Avery

  I’m a little stunned when Chase hands me the keys to his Jeep and his wallet. Not only does he trust me to drive his car, he trusts me not to take off with all his cash and credit cards.

  I slip the keys and wallet in my purse, then give him one last kiss before sending him over to Dale. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a good guy like him, but I’m glad I did it.

  And I’m glad that he trusts me, because it only makes me feel like I can trust him more.

  I head over to one of the empty benches against the wall and sit down, settling in for the long haul. At first, it feels a little weird watching Chase workout, like I’m some creepy peeping tom. Especially since he’s so focused on what he’s doing and everything Dale is yelling at him, he barely glances over at me.

  Whenever I accompanied Ethan to his training sessions for his fights, it always felt like he was showing off. Like he wasn’t really training, he was performing for the crowd.

  Ethan would constantly call out to me, “Watch this!” Then do something mildly impressive like ten pushups on one arm.