by Amy Faye
I nodded. “I do. I know we can. Now we just have to clean out my mom's house and get it up on the market. Plus, we need to find someplace nearby.”
“I'll still have plenty of money left after I buy and refurnish this gym. About half, actually. So let's enjoy our week here, and we can look at apartments, too.”
I nodded, taking his hand. We walked close to one another, just enjoying the cool night air. Everything was falling into place. I was with the man I was meant to be with, and he was putting his life back together.
All we needed to do was to work hard.
As we returned to our hotel room, I was feeling giddy and excited. “We're going to have an awesome life,” I said, more to myself than to Brant.
He swept me up into his arms and kissed me hard. “Yes we are,” he answered, kissing me again. I stepped away from him and admired the hard, sharp lines of his muscular body. His thick legs, his strong arms. All of that was mine.
Brant leaned in, looking down at me like a wolf looks at a hare. I stopped breathing, for just a second.
I closed my eyes. He tipped my head up, slowly, running his fingers down my neck. I shivered, easing closer to his hot body. Brant's tongue flicked between my lips, prodding me to open my mouth. He invaded it, his sweet saliva mixing with mine.
He picked me up in his powerful arms, laying me out on the couch. Touching his forehead to mine for just a second, he looked into my eyes. “Let's have some fun.”
I nodded with a gulp, my body still tense. His long fingers popped the buttons of my blouse, one by one. Leaning forward, his lips explored my neck. Teeth dug into my skin, making me gasp and grab hold of Brant.
Pushing my shirt aside, he revealed my bra. Black and lacy, with a clasp on the front hidden by a bow. He took each side and slowly undid it with ease. The cups were slowly peeled away from my breasts until both of my pink nipples were unveiled.
He drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, making me moan. I reached down, rubbing his cock through his pants. He was already hard, and huge! Working to push his pants down, I finally got my hand around his cock. Every time I touched it, it seemed bigger than before.
I rubbed up and down the shaft, amazed that it fit inside of me. It grew even larger and harder. I was practically salivating as I pulled him closer to me, making his mouth leave my breast. I licked the tip of his cock and enjoyed his moan. Then I took the whole thing down my throat.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, his hand on my head. “You're fucking good at this.”
Smiling around his cock, I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I went so deep that I ended up gagging on him, which turned me on. I did it again before pulling away.
“God, I was so close.” Then he grinned down at me. “but that's now how I want to cum, anyway.”
I realized how fucking hot it was for him to cum in me. There wasn't any danger anymore, I was already knocked up, but I wanted his seed inside of me. I wanted him to fill my womb.
“Stand up,” he said.
Feeling like a dirty whore and absolutely loving it, I did as I was told. I bent over the couch, spreading my legs and looking back. “You want me like this? With my ass up?” I arched my back, presenting my pussy to Brant. It was so dirty but so sexy.
Reaching below myself, I spread my pussy and bit my bottom lip to muffle a groan of pleasure.
Brant's eyebrows shot up. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. Rubbing his cock against my pussy lips, he made me arch my back more. I wanted to desperately to be filled by him.
His hot skin pressed against my clit. I pushed against him, wanting to feel more of him, to experience more of his pleasure.
Just when things started to feel really good, Brant pulled away. I whimpered with disappointment, wiggling my butt and looking back at him. Grinning, he pressed himself against my hold and prepared to enter me.
Though I was afraid it might hurt, I was more excited and desperate to finally have him inside of me. Brant looked down at me, rubbing my ass cheek gently. He pressed into me, not too rough. Just right.
The feeling inside of me was indescribable. Like off of my nerves with shivering. My fingers clenched and my toes curled at the fullness, the aching pleasure and pain.
Pulling out, Chet pounded back into my cunt with loud grunts. His nails dug into my hips, forcing me back and forth onto him. He hit my cervix, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. I wanted him so bad, and I needed him to cum in me.
I cried out as he bottomed out on me again. Brant let out a stream of curse words as he fucked me harder, faster. He held me so tight that I wouldn't be able to get away even if I wanted to.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, lowing my head and letting my wobbly elbows collapse under me. With my face buried into the couch, I let Chet do whatever he wanted to do to me. With a few final, brutal pushes he finally came deep within me.
I could feel the heat of his cum, the pulsating twitches of his spent member. I didn't want it to end. When he pulled out, I couldn't help but pout. My own orgasms came to a rolling end, and a soft bliss overtook the sharp ecstasy.
Brant let me go, and we both collapsed onto the floor. He looked at me with adoring eyes and a lopsided smile.
“We're going to raise some gorgeous, bad ass babies,” he said.
“Yeah, we are.”
Savage
Bad Boy Romance
Amy Faye
Published by Heartthrob Publishing
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Her breasts spilled out of the top, her bra pushed roughly up to reveal them. Wesley's hungry mouth took a plump nipple between the teeth and bit down, eliciting a moan. This was a mistake, Minami thought. The best mistake she'd ever made.
His hands started to explore lower, his fingers dancing on her belly, lower, his palm pressing into her mound. He hiked up the dress with those dancing fingers until his fingers danced on her panties, touching and rubbing and caressing the right part of her until it drove her crazy.
He took her hand and guided it right where he wanted it, right on his hard cock. It seemed almost too big for her, feeling too big even to wrap her hand all the way around it. He removed his hand from her and helped her to unzip the fly on his jeans.
His cock was hard, and far too big for her. How on earth could anything that size fit inside of her?
"Suck it," she heard Wesley growl. She looked up at him, and then slowly moved to her knees. She took a moment to look at it, and then experimentally kissed the tip.
He took a fistful of her hair, the feeling of his fist pulling at the roots a heady shot of pain that went right to her pussy in spite of herself. He used that grip to show her exactly what he wanted her to do, like she was just a puppet, a fuck-toy. As if her ability to move herself was a mistake.
Minami should have hated it, but she didn't. It was as if she was feeling normal for the first time. As if finally someone had understood her. She didn't want to be responsible for her family's future. She didn't want to have to have some guy ignore her, or worse, worry about her every whim. What she wanted, what she needed, and what Wesley understood about her, was that all she wanted was to be useful.
His cock probing her throat? That was useful. That was what she could do. She took him as deep as she could, enjoying the soft groan and the whispered 'oh fuck' from above her.
She gulped in air when he pulled her off his cock, and then as soon as she had her lungs full again he was pushing her back on, stretching her mouth to the breaking point, and shoving that incredible cock down her throat, thrusting in and out of her mouth.
"Oh, Jesus, your mouth is good."
Minami didn't want to admit how much she enjoyed the compliment. She was a good girl, she wasn't some kind of slut who just wanted to be—but she was, a voice inside her said. The voice that was causing the tingling all over her body. Mi
nami's hand started circling around her clit, the shocks of pleasure starting to build along with the pleasure of Wesley's cock shoved down her throat.
He came without warning, his cock pressed right into the back of her mouth, deep enough to bypass her swallowing completely. She did her best to swallow it anyway and came up coughing, every inch of her skin swollen and sensitive and aroused.
"God fucking damn it, girl," he growled.
"Did I do okay?"
"Fucking Christ," he said, and turned around, his cock still half-hard and hanging out of his pants. He opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a beer, opening it with a twist. "You always that good?"
Minami didn't like how much she wanted to do it again.
One
Minami
Minami Shimizu pulled her coat around her tighter and waited a minute longer before going back inside. Her father wouldn't stand for it if she were more than a few seconds, not now that Higa had arrived. Whether they took it badly or not, Father would see it as an insult to the guests, and one that could end very badly for both families.
She turned back inside. They were still stuck in the same mentality they'd had back in Japan. There might have been some hope that an American wife would calm her father down, but it seems that her mother had only rubbed off on Minami, not changed Father one bit.
She pulled the coat off and took off her shoes as she entered. Takuya was sitting on one side, with his parents on either side, and her parents were similarly flanking an empty space on the opposite sofa. She put herself in the space she knew was there specifically for her.
She wondered if, perhaps, they could have done without all this ceremony, but when you were dealing with families with this much pride at stake, apparently you didn't. Minami wasn't even interested in the man, who looked small and sickly even by Higa standards, and both of his parents were willowy and growing willowier in their age.
She didn't say anything, and no doubt she would have been punished if she had. They started the ceremonies off with what amounted to little speeches about how they were going to merge their two families and it would be to everyone's benefit—Minami wasn't past marriageable age yet, so the entire idea that an arranged marriage would be to her benefit rang untrue.
But she wasn't in a position to refuse her father, so she'd at least go out on a date or two. When the time came to make apologies for her, he would do it if she made the effort, the same as he had the previous times.
By the time they were finished talking the sun had already set and Higa was visibly agitated. As annoyed as she felt, it seemed. Finally they were allowed to leave. He opened her door for her, then took the seat beside hers. A driver in the front, another holdover from their previous life in Japan, looked into the mirror for direction.
Takuya gave the directions to a place downtown that she hadn't been before. It might have been rude, she thought. Part of her knew that Father would want her to be on the lookout for things like disrespect to the Shimizu family. If the marriage went through, and the families merged, everyone knew that it would essentially be a favor to the Higa family.
Their business would quintuple in size, while the Shimizus would gain a little bit of new territory. It was clear who was the real winner here, especially with the only son of the Higa marrying the only daughter of the Shimizu family. They drove a little way, and then Higa started giving turn-by-turn directions, finally leading them into an underground Parking structure underneath a tall building.
She hadn't lived in America long, but it didn't seem like the usual place for a date. Higa stepped out of the car, opened the door for Minami again.
"Where are we?"
"My family's doing a little bit of business with the Americans while we're in town."
"So you're taking me out to do business?"
"No," Takuya said, his face splitting into a boyish grin that made him look like he might topple over with the weight of it. "We're here to watch."
"Watch what?"
"You'll see."
Minami saw the crowd pressed together first. Then, she saw the stand where they were selling long-neck beer bottles. They almost certainly didn't have a liquor license, but it didn't seem to stop them.
Takuya led her through the crowd, and all the way up to the front. She could see a roped-off section, currently empty. The concrete floor was bare and unchanged from the usual, except that the parking blocks had been removed seemingly especially for this occasion, leaving a large, flat empty space perhaps ten feet to a side.
The first few rows of people actually had folding chairs set up. Higa took her to where one chair was left conspicuously empty. A big American smiled when they approached.
"Higa-san! Glad you could make it!"
"Mr. Bradley. I'm glad I could make it, as well."
"Who's this?"
"I brought a date," he said, still smiling broadly.
"Oh yeah?" The American turned and made a face and waved his hand, and the seat beside the empty one opened up to become two empty seats. Higa motioned for her to take the seat that had just opened, from where a man who looked as if he could eat her whole in a single bite. She hesitated a moment, but when the big man raised his hands and told her to take it, she did.
"What are we here to see? Takuya?"
"Just wait up a minute, you'll see. But don't blink these move quick."
A minute later, someone came into the circle. A woman in surprisingly little clothing, for the number of powerful-looking men who looked like they could and frequently did take what they wanted.
"Next fight! In the red corner,"—she gestured broadly to one side of the ring, where a red wooden post was holding up the ropes—"Wesley Park!"
A man stepped into the ring and waved vaguely. If anything he looked tired. Lazy, even. Not anything like she expected from a fighter, but clearly he was.
"Blue corner! All the way from Fukuoka, Japan—Akira Fuji!" A big man came in. Japanese, tall by any standard, and built like a bull. He'd have had an impressive career in sumo, and perhaps he did have one, back in Japan. He raised his hand to the crowd, and she didn't miss the expression he gave to Higa—looking for approval, as if he wasn't sure that they would approve.
"Goddamn," the American beside Higa said softly. "I just love this. What's the bet?"
Higa's voice was more coy than it was confused. "What bet?"
"Oh, come on, you don't watch these fights without betting, do you?"
"Mr. Bradley, I am a 4th-degree black belt in Karate. Every fight is a learning experience for me. I value just watching these fights! To bet on them would be—"
Mr. Bradley started to apologize if he'd been rude, and Takuya laughed. "The bet, you ask? What are my odds?"
"Even, wouldn't you think?"
"Not at all. Those two? My father's man will kill him! I'm sorry, you're going to have to find a new fighter after tonight."
"We have several more than just him, as you know, but I think you'll be surprised."
"Two to one, at least. My fighter is the favored one, and make no mistake."
"Well, if you'd rather, I'm always amenable to taking more money."
"One thousand."
"Done."
Minami shied away from them. Why on earth were they doing that with her here? And why did Higa think that it was remotely acceptable? She had tried to wait and see. Perhaps there was something to him, but perhaps there wasn't.
As she thought it, the woman in the middle of the ring finished whatever preparations were necessary, looked from one fighter to the other, raised her hand, and shouted out loud enough to be heard at the back, over the murmur of the crowd. "Ready? Let's fight!"
The men were moving the instant her hand dropped.
Two
Wes
Wes sat in his corner and waited for the hand to drop. It was the same every time, and just like every other time, they'd thrown him in against some big son of a bitch as if that were going to make a difference.
; There was reason enough to wait just because the longer the fight lasted, the more speculation they'd get about him. The more interest there would be. Bare-knuckle like this, it was hard to keep fights going long enough to be good.
Her hand dropped and he moved a little. Circling. Watching. Bare-knuckle fights ended in an instant. One punch could do it, but it wasn't too common. Not when both of them knew what they were doing. This guy looked like he knew what he was doing. He circled, too. Cautious, for a big guy. They made them different in Japan, he supposed.
Most of the usual guys, the brawlers from around, if they were six-five and weighed two-hundred eighty at least, they'd just be bringing the fight in right away. Patience was always a virtue in these venues, and it was interesting to see a guy who knew it.
Wes was the more patient one, though. The Japanese in the opposite corner tucked in one shoulder and started in with a hard dash. It might have caught Wes off-guard if it was the first time he'd seen someone try it. For an instant he considered the option of letting the guy catch his knee, but in that instant, the opportunity to do it had already passed.
Wes let him sail by, the big man barely able to stop himself before he sailed right through the ropes. It wouldn't have meant an automatic disqualification, but the way that the guy looked at his boss—well, there was something there, Wes figured. Something more than a paycheck. Some of that Japanese respect.
Wes decided to be magnanimous and didn't start kicking the big bastard while he was off-balance. Instead he waited a little longer. Waited to see what he had to worry about. There was always something, and as impressive as this guy's tackle definitely was, he wouldn't be here if there wasn't something to be afraid of. Anyone could dodge a tackle.
Wes could dodge about anything, but he had to know about it first. You go in swinging, and things get a whole lot harder from there. Better to know what to expect first, and then take it on the chin if you have to, rather than run in blind.