by M. N. Forgy
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to see Wade Hafferman, and Laner Geezman get it on!” The announcer booms through the intercom.
The crowd cheers in anticipation, but what really has me excited is Tate. I know Laner has the fight.
She’s at the edge of her seat, looking over the few rows in front of us. She’s really in her element. Maybe she is ready to fight. After all, this is what she’s wanted since I’ve known her.
I have wanted to be a fighter since I was a little kid too, but Tate, she has it in her blood.
Glancing at the ring Wade stands tall and lean, his red hair his Irish trademark. Laner bounces on his heels, circling Wade like a shark. Laner is short and stalky, his braided Mohawk popular amongst the ladies.
Wade is 7 and 1, and Laner is 6 and 2. Wade has won more fights, but mostly by tap out. Laner has been knocked out each time he’s won. He has the muscle, he’s just gotta think before he reacts.
The fight starts, and Tate goes from standing up to sitting down. Relaxing in my chair I rest my arm along the back of hers and watch her. I could care less about the fight. It’s her I’m more fascinated with. Staring at her makes my heart race, and my dick hard. Finding someone who knows this world, who shares the common hot headed temper that I do. It undoes me.
She looks at me eyes wide and says something, but I can’t hear a word she’s saying.
She laughs, grabs my face and points it in the direction of the fight.
Wade has Laner in a chokehold. My adrenaline spikes. I’m shocked. I surely thought Laner had this fight. Images flash quickly in my head of my fight in The Underground and I have to clench my eyes shut, willing the images to go away.
Exhaling a breath, I slowly open my eyes and focus on the fight, telling myself it’s not me in the ring, to relax.
Laner tries to fight the hold, but it’s useless, he taps out.
The crowd erupts in cheers and boos, and I am a little dumbstruck by the outcome. Tate jumps to her feet, booing. She even cheers for the same contenders I do.
Grabbing Tate’s hand I stand, the feel of her small fingers interlocking between mine, a comfort I didn’t know I was missing ‘til now.
She leans in, the smell of her circling me. “Where are we going?” she asks.
“To the hotel, where I can fuck you.”
She steps back, her chest rising as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes flick between both of mine, and I think she’s going to refuse, but then she nods. A vixen smile splitting her face.
Conrad exits us in a more secluded area than we came in, and we drive to a nearby hotel for the night. It looks posh, no doubt what’s left of my savings is paying for this night. It’s worth it though. Every dime.
Checking in a bellboy directs us to the elevator.
Once inside he keeps staring at Tate. She’s a pretty girl, any guy can see that. I’ll let that look over slide. He glances at her again, his eyes raking her up and down and my heartbeat speeds up, my hands clenching into fists.
The elevator dings, and they step out before I can grab him by the collar and lay my fist into him.
He takes us to our room and Tate opens it.
“Thank you.” She smiles at him, and enters the room. He nods, clasping his hands together but he doesn’t leave.
“Are you waiting for a tip?” I ask incredulously.
He smirks.
“That would be great, I mean I did walk you all the way up here,” he shrugs with a dopey grin.
I look down, rubbing my cheek. “Walked us all the way up here, huh?” I laugh.
Grabbing him by the shoulder I push him back a few steps to where Tate can’t hear what I’m about to say. I’m trying my best to be a gentleman tonight, but this fucker is pushing my buttons.
“You want a tip? Don’t eye another man’s woman, especially in front of him.” I squeeze his shoulder, and he shrinks in my hold, his knees buckling. “Especially a fucking fighter’s woman.”
“Yes sir,” he squeaks, his face pinched with pain.
I let him go, shoving him back a few steps.
“Fucking prick,” I mutter under my breath. Stepping inside the room, I kick the door shut.
Tate is standing in front of a large king size bed, her arms crossed.
“Was that necessary?”
My breath catches knowing I’d been caught.
Striding toward her I grab the nape of her neck. “Very,” I whisper, backing her toward the bed.
Her breathing becomes erratic, her eyes hooded when she realizes I’m serious about taking her to bed and now.
Shoving her, she plops onto the mattress. Placing her hands behind her she holds herself up.
Pressing my knees into the bed I crawl over her body, and she lays back, her legs parting to let me in.
I slide my hand on the outside of her thigh. “These legs were made to only open for me.” I grab her jean clad pussy, and rub vigorously. “This pussy only gets wet for me.” Dipping my head I brush my lips along hers. “These lips were made to only moan my name.”
Her body trembles beneath me, and I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry, I greedily take her tongue hostage. Cupping her face, I pull my mouth back, and she kisses my bottom lip seductively.
Sliding my hands up her shirt I grab her tit, and pinch her nipple hard. I can’t help but notice how my hand cups her breast perfectly. I’ve been with dozens of women and none of them fit the palm of my hand like Tate’s tits do. It’s my version of Cinderella, instead of a glass fucking slipper, it’s the perfect tit.
Fairytale or not, it’s proof this maddening woman is made to be mine.
She moans, her hips bucking against mine.
“Patience baby,” I whisper against the hollow of her neck.
Her nails scratch up my back, the razor sting slicing through my skin before her fingers lock in my hair. She wants it rough.
Reaching up, my fingers slide along her forearm before cupping her hand and bringing it down.
“Not this time, baby.”
Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts slightly. We’ve never been together any other way. It’s a night full of firsts.
“I’ve taken you rough and any way I’ve wanted since we were kids, but I’ve never made love to you, Tate. The one thing I regretted after you left.”
Pulling her hand from mine she cups my face, her fingers rubbing against my scruff.
“I thought fighters didn’t do anything soft?”
I lean into her soft palm, kissing her fingers.
“Who said I was going to make love softly? I intend to go hard, I’m just going to ravish every inch of your body in the process. ”
Tucking my nose into the crook of her neck, I smell her. Programming it to memory. After the second year of her being gone, I forgot what she smelled like. It killed me.
Her hands sweep in between us and fondle the buttons of my pants. The head of my cock pressing into her. I bite my bottom lip, I love a woman in charge, actually, I love Tate in charge. The urge to bend her over and sink into her so deep she arches that back, giving me no choice but to tug those beautiful long locks almost unbearably.
“You’re testing my resolve, baby,” I admit. The idea of going slow and gentle dissolving into the need to go fast and hard.
Using her feet, she shoves my pants and briefs down to my knees, my cock popping out more than ready to satisfy Tate.
Sitting up on my knees my dick stands at attention, the shaft veiny and ready to sink into Tate.
Using her hands she pushes herself up and fists my cock. I suck in a tight breath, my balls squeezing from the foreign touch.
Her lips curve over the tip of my cock, and my head lolls back. My eyes rolling into the back of my head from her wet warm mouth sucking just the tip. I swear to God I fall into a realm of bliss.
She’s not the most experienced, but it’s Tate. It’s perfect.
Holding the base of my dick she slowly trails her tongue up my shaft and my cock pulses ready t
o spray cum on her pretty face.
Quickly I grab her hand to still her. Taking a deep breath I open my glazed eyes.
“You gotta stop that.”
“Why?” she asks sheepishly.
“Because if you don’t I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to. Not yet.”
She smiles, and sits back on her hands satisfied with herself.
Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pull it up over her head and throw it on the floor. Her tight stomach begs for me to touch it, to swipe my tongue along her navel. Swiping my hand along across her belly I grab her hips, hoisting her up to dip my tongue into her navel. Her fingers gently slip through my hair, as I taste the sweetness her body has to offer. Kissing her stomach I set her back on her knees and grab her sports bra, helping her out of it. Her breasts stand firmly, her pink nipples erect and waiting for me. Crawling over her she has no choice but to fall on her back, her fingers digging into my biceps as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it.
Her skin is salty and sweet and I lose control of trying to be gentle and bite at the flesh. She moans wildly, and arches her body into me. Giving herself to me, she’s in my control.
Lazily my fingers trail down the curves of her body. When I reach her jeans I unbutton them, and she raises her hips, allowing me to shimmy them down her sexy thighs. She kicks them off the rest of the way.
I pull on the black boy shorts that hold what my cock longs for.
I look at her under hooded eyes and her hands still on my head. I pull the crotch of her panties to the side and sweep my tongue in between her wet lips. Her fingers tighten in my hair, her knees coming up and body arching.
“Oh my god, Camden,” she moans.
I swipe at it again, the salty taste coating my mouth. My balls tighten, ready to cum.
Sitting up I tug her panties down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.
Hovering over her I grab her under her knee, bringing her leg around the back of me. Needing to feel her closer to me.
Slowly, I press the tip of my dick into her opening, before hitting the sweet spot. Her eyes close, her head pressing into the mattress as I go in as far as I can. Her pussy is tight and squeezing my cock like a glove. Caressing her silky thigh down to her ass cheek, I pull her onto me wanting more of her.
Thrusting in and out of her slowly but with force, I find a rhythm. Her hands slide along my chest and up over my shoulders before anchoring themselves.
She feels so good wrapped around me, my body takes over and I drive into her harder and harder. Her tits bounce, the bed slamming against the wall as I fuck her. Each thrust slow, but powerful. A beautiful blush spreads over her body as she starts to tense beneath me, her body warning me she’s close. My cock pulses and my body stiffens as I hit the brink of release.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her onto me harder, and my cock hits her just right causing her to gasp, her eyes rolling into her head.
I come with her. Clenching my eyes shut, my fingers digging into her, I pound until my toes curl and a primitive growl vibrates through every limb of my body.
Coming down from our high, my hips slow but my heart continues to race.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, realizing I’m probably crushing her I roll over, bringing her with me she lays on top of me.
Using my feet, I kick the blankets down and up over the both of us.
Her perfect tits press into my chest and I can feel the thud of her heart. I finger her hair lazily, pressing her head into me a little more.
“Stay right here, all night,” I demand rather than ask. Making sure she knows she’s not going anywhere.
“I’m not going anywhere, Camden,” her voice half asleep.
In the middle of the night I wake startled not sure where I am. Images of Bret’s lifeless body waver in my blurred vision, sweat soaking the sheets.
Quickly I sit up, my heart racing to the point I feel dizzy. I feel cold and alone.
“Tate?”
Using my arm I feel along the bed for Tate, but come up empty. My heart skips a beat, my body warming in a state of panic that she left. Sitting up on my knees I pull the blankets off the bed and find her hanging halfway off the other side of the bed naked.
She must have moved after I fell asleep. Relieved she didn’t leave me again, I slide both hands through my hair trying to relax my beating heart. Glancing at her I can’t help but notice how peaceful she looks asleep.
Anger strikes against my chest after the panic settles. I didn’t want her to move away from me. Did she think I was joking?
Climbing off the bed I grab her by the ankle, jerking her to the edge of the bed roughly.
She jumps awake panicked. Her wild, frantic eyes finding mine.
“Camden, what the fuck?”
“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to move, I wanted you to sleep on me.” My voice hard and accusing, all the feelings I felt that morning after she left when I was eighteen surfacing. She jerks her foot, but I tighten my hold. “I wasn’t joking.”
Bending down I grab her by the hips and throw her naked body over my shoulder.
“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?”
“I have, and it’s because I fell for the little girl next door when I was a fucking kid,” I bark.
Yanking the curtains to the floor to ceiling window open I set her down, her back facing me.
“Put your hands on the window,” I instruct harshly.
She obeys surprisingly, and looks over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Fucking you.”
Spreading her ass cheeks I push the head of my dick into her quickly, needing to feel her now. She takes in a sharp breath, her fingers tensing against the glass as I shove into her with so much force her head bangs against the window.
My chest rising and falling rapidly, I caress the shell of her ear with my lips.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Her forehead pressed against the window she turns it, looking me in the eye.
“What?”
“That I’m possessive, controlling, crazy.” I thrust into her hard and her mouth parts with pleasure. “You made me this way, you made me the crazy man that wants to love you.”
Pressing my back onto hers, I interlock our fingers on the window, my face in the crook of her neck.
“Let me love you, let me be the crazy motherfucker that loves you.”
She nods, her breath fogging the glass as I continue to thrust into her.
“I thought you left me again,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, as I pound into her wet pussy relentlessly. She moans in response, her head falling back.
“No, I’m right here,” she groans in reply.
Untangling my hand from hers I wrap her long blond locks around my fists, and drive into her hard. She arches into me wanting more.
Her cries, moans, and audible breaths, I take them all, and with envy.
“My naughty little Tate, the girl next door that likes her hair pulled and ass spanked as I pound into her without mercy.”
“Yes!” she moans, meeting my thrusts.
Every erotic sound spilling from her gorgeous body is mine.
Tatum Davis is mine.
Pressure builds in my cock, and my chest constricts with the urge to cum.
Letting go of one of her hands I slap the side of her ass and she whimpers. My hand burns from the contact.
“That’s for not listening to me. That is for making me fucking crazy. That is for making me love you all over again!” I spank her hard, and her pussy tightens around mine. The sensation firing in my dick and shooting down my body until I’m weak in the knees.
Panting I slowly pull my dick from her wetness, and she shivers from the void. Picking her up bride style I bring her back to the bed, placing her back on my chest. Where she belongs.
I toss the blankets over us, and tangle one hand in her hair while the other soothes the sorene
ss of her butt cheek away.
“I love you Tatum Davis,” I whisper into her hair.
Chapter Twenty-Two
One week later
Tate
“Keep your chin up!” Camden taps my chin with his glove, and I push my head up. My eyes setting on his.
When we got back from our date night I went and checked on my dad and then went to Camden’s. As soon as I walked in he fucked me against the door. The hostility and resentment finally gone, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since.
He slaps me in the side of the head, grabbing my attention.
“Focus!” he scolds, his face hard. “The fight is in two days,” he reminds me. I nod, narrowing my eyes on his hands as I spar with him.
“You’re not wearing out as quickly, that’s good,” Camden praises. “I’d like to take praise for that, keeping you in my bed probably helped with that,” he states smug.
I roll my eyes.
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Tate, this is Reba, she is going to do your wardrobe,” Debs states from outside the ring.
I lower my hands, and spit out my mouth guard as I look her way.
A tall skinny blonde woman stands next to her. She has on a long sleek dress, and has high pink cheek bones. She looks like she just crawled out of a store front based out of New York.
“I’m sorry, my what?” I can’t help the high skepticism in my voice.
“Your wardrobe my dear. The weigh in is tomorrow, not to mention the interviews. You’ll want to look your best,” Reba adds, her accent telling me is definitely not from here.
“I’m going to fight, not walk the damn runaway.” I put my fists back up, urging Camden to come at me.
“Actually, Kiki refused the interview,” Debs informs.
“Why?” Camden’s face narrows in questioning.
“She is insulted that a newbie is getting into the ring with her.” Debs shrugs. It hurts, but it will be her mistake if she underestimates me.
“Okay, so you’ll need approved gear for the weigh in and fight, I can take care of that,” Reba informs with a cheesy smile.
“This is unnecessary, I don’t need a wardrobe.” I point at Reba, eyeing Debs like she’s lost her mind.