by Izzy Sweet
Groaning, I pull myself out of the car and head for the open door of the house. Muffin is sitting there, looking at me with annoyance. She doesn’t like me coming home this late. It’s way past her snack time and more importantly her bedtime. She likes her routine. So there she sits, giving me the look.
Kneeling down in front of her, I give her a hard hug and then scratch behind her ears. “Sorry babe, had to go make a living tonight.”
She forgives me as she always does by giving me a big kiss on the cheek. Yep, she loves me. Of course she will forgive me, I’m her boo.
Standing up, I set my bag on the counter in the kitchen, next to my wallet and keys. I look over at Christy. She’s getting a snack down from the cabinet for Muffin. I can’t keep my eyes off the way her ass tightens as she stands on her tiptoes to get the bones down.
Fuck, that ass looks so good right now.
Tilting my head to the side, I hear a good healthy pop, then I tilt it to the other side. Yeah, I won’t be resting any time soon.
Walking over to where Christy is standing beside Muffin, I say quietly, “Thanks for driving me and taking care of me at the hospital.”
“It’s no problem. Driving the car was way worth any hassle.”
God, she drives like a fucking speed demon. It’s sexy but freaky as fuck.
“Tonight was a good night, I just earned my highest paycheck yet. I owe you for helping me stay focused on the fighting and keeping me on the right track with my health.”
“Well, you certainly showed it tonight, Alex. I’ve… I’ve never seen a match like that, or at least not with someone I care about in the ring. Was it really that big of a paycheck?”
“Legs, I just made two point five on it. Yeah, I could retire if I wanted to right now.”
Eyes wide, she asks, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Wow.”
Walking up to her, I pull my shirt over my head and toss it towards the bag on the counter. I grin at her. Just because I took most of my aggression out in the cage doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about earlier in the dressing room.
Watching her ass reminds my cock just how bad it wants to be buried between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she asks, backing away from me.
“Mmm… Celebrating.” I say, staring into her deep blue eyes.
“The doctor said you need to rest, Alex.”
Grinning, I say, “I will sometime tonight.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Christy
“You’re crazy,” I tell Alex, throwing my hands up as a shield in front of me.
“Maybe,” he grins.
Backing away, I try to keep some distance between us as he stalks towards me with a hungry glint in his eyes.
Suddenly, he makes a grab for me and I squeal, jumping away from him
“You have stitches!” I screech while dashing around the kitchen island.
“So?” he asks, stalking after me.
Is he freakin’ serious? How can he even think about sex after taking so many hits to the head?
I stumble as I back away. “You really need to take it easy, Alex. You just took one hell of a pounding…”
He growls angrily. “I didn’t take one hell of a pounding; I gave one hell of a pounding.”
Lurching forward, he tries to grab me again and I squeal, scrambling back and just narrowly avoiding him.
Knowing it’s only a matter of time before he successfully grabs me, I decide to make a run for it.
Turning around, I make a dash for the stairs and hear him giving chase—cursing and stomping behind me. I make it halfway up the flight of stairs before he grabs me by the ankle, stopping me.
“Alex!” I squeal, trying to kick him off.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks and tugs on my ankle.
“Stop! You’re going to make me fall,” I plead, glancing over my shoulder.
“Then maybe you stop trying to get away,” he smirks.
Unable to shake him off, I quickly decide my best course of action is to pretend submission then run away the first chance I get. Willing myself to relax, I stop kicking at him.
“Giving up so soon, Legs?” he asks, his fingers tightening.
“I know when I’ve been beat,” I grit out between my teeth and fight the urge to kick him in the face when he laughs.
Tensing up, I expect him to pull me down to him but his fingers loosen around my ankle and he slides his hand slowly up my leg.
“That’s a good skill to have,” he says, his voice thickening as his hand continues to slide up, reaching my thigh.
“What is?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat as his rough palm slides over my sensitive skin.
“Knowing when you’re outmatched,” he breathes out, the tips of his fingers reaching the junction of my thighs.
I jerk away from him and his other arm comes around me, wrapping around my hip.
“Most people don’t know when they’ve been beat,” he goes on, his fingers rubbing over the crotch of my shorts. “They waste all their strength and energy trying to escape the trap.”
Behind me, he looms taller and taller, coming up the steps.
“What are they supposed to do?” I ask, my voice sounding breathless.
“They should just relax and accept their fate,” he says as his fingers find my clit through the fabric.
“Alex,” I groan, jerking in his hold.
“Relax,” he grunts as his arm tightens around my hip.
“I can’t,” I moan and thrust my ass back. He groans as I rub against the hard bulge in his pants.
“Fuck, Christy,” he says. “If you don’t stop I’m going to take you right here on the stairs.”
“Take me, Alex,” I beg him.
“Fuck!” he curses and grinds against my ass. “I mean it,” he warns.
“Do it,” I pant and shoot a sultry look over my shoulder at him.
His fingers press harder against my clit and I throw my head back.
“Fuck it,” I hear him mutter and then his arm pulls away.
I almost can’t believe he fell for it as I sense him moving behind me. I wait until he struggles to push his pants down with one hand.
The hand on my crotch drops away.
“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he says huskily.
Listening closely, I continue to wait until I think his pants have dropped to his ankles then I take off, racing up the last few steps.
“Christy!” he bellows loudly.
I reach the landing and make it halfway down the hallway before he grabs me.
My feet leave the floor.
“You beast!” I screech as he tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I want to beat on his back but one of us has to be mindful of his delicate condition.
“Put me down,” I demand as he carries me towards his bedroom.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. “No.”
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” I remind him once more between gritted teeth. “You’re not as young as you used to be…”
That smart remark earns me another smack on the butt. “Shut it.”
I growl and clench my fists, reminding myself I can’t beat on a man who’s just survived a brutal match to retain his middleweight title. “If I have to call 911 because you faint on top of me, they’re going to arrest me for abusing the elderly!”
“Fucking hell, Christy!” he cries out and dumps me on the bed. “You’re going too far now; you’re going to pay for that!”
Laughing, I roll over onto my hands and knees, trying to scramble away from him. Before I reach the end of the bed, he grabs me by the hips and yanks me back.
“Alex,” I groan as he pulls my shorts down to my knees. “Please…”
He ignores me, his rough palms grabbing and squeezing my cheeks. “Christy,” he sighs huskily. “This ass has been driving me crazy.”
I bite
my lip as he caresses me and can’t quite stop my back from arching. As much as I worry about him worsening his injuries, knowing that he’s been wanting me all night excites me. If it doesn’t hurt him, I want him to take me. I want to feel him buried deep inside me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. “Tell me now.”
Fuck no, I don’t want him to stop. More than anything I want him to keep going.
“Christy,” he growls, taking the length of my hair in his hand and pulling my head back. “Tell me.”
“Please,” I gasp out, gazing up at him as he stares down at me expectantly. His eyes are so dark yet parts of them spark in the moonlight like he’s crackling with energy. “Don’t stop, Alex.”
His grip on my hair relaxes and my head falls forward. Behind me the bed dips and I can sense him doing something.
Reaching up, I brush my hair out of my eyes and glance back just before the crown of his cock bumps against my sex.
I jerk, startled, and he grabs my hips to hold me in place.
I don’t know why but his sudden aggression is really getting to me. There’s something about him taking control and exerting his power over me that excites me to the point that I’m struggling to breathe.
“You’re already wet,” he growls and then I feel the crown of his cock swirling against my entrance, slicking himself up with my wetness.
“Alex,” I pant, arching and pushing back.
“Stay still,” he growls in warning and gives my right cheek a sharp smack.
I want to, I want to do what I’m told but I just can’t. I need him inside of me too bad.
Head dropping forward, my fingers clutch at the sheet as I struggle to keep my hips from thrusting back.
His right hand slides up, under my shirt, and grabs my breast while the fingers of his left hand dig into my hip, keeping me in place. Then I feel the crown of his cock pushing forward, the hot velvety length of his shaft sliding through my folds.
All kinds of delicious, tingling sensations flutter through my belly as he pulls back and slides forward again.
The crown of his cock drags against my clit and my knees go weak. My arms tremble, struggling to hold my weight up against the jolts of sensation.
Pulling back, he slides back and forth, back and forth, driving me crazy with the need to be penetrated by him. To be filled by him.
Why is he doing this? Why is he torturing me like this? Why doesn’t he just enter me? I’m too damn weak and inexperienced to handle this.
“Alex,” I moan, thrusting back when his cock drags across my clit once more.
Tensing my thighs, I lock around him as he tries to pull back. The need to keep him here, just like this, is just too strong.
My clit pulses against his warmth and inside I clench down, fighting against my baser instincts to beg him to relieve this pounding, throbbing ache.
He snarls loudly and I feel him shudder against my back. “Fucking hell, Christy. Stop it or I’m going to fuck you like a fucking animal.”
He says that like it’s a bad thing or something…
“Do it,” I taunt him and throw a glance over my shoulder. I don’t really know what I’m asking for but right now I’ll take him any way I can get him.
“I’m trying to go slow,” he rumbles deeply, his voice reminding me of a rolling thunder in the distance. “So I don’t hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” I insist and flex my thighs against his trapped cock.
“Last warning,” he growls and smacks me hard on the ass.
I jump a little in surprise and my thighs relax, releasing him. He pulls away, leaving me feeling empty and entirely too desperate.
“Alex,” I whine, pushing back into him.
His hand comes down on my back and pushes down, forcing my face down towards the bed.
“I warned you,” he rasps and then I hear a wrapper being torn open.
I try to glance back, to see what he’s doing, but his hand slides up to my neck, pushing my face into the mattress.
“Stay just like that.”
I feel vulnerable and completely exposed in this position. Every instinct inside of me is screaming for me to get up, to not give him my back like this.
Then he grabs me by the hips and pulls my ass up. I start to push up from the bed only to be stopped as his hand comes back down, heavy on my spine.
“Stay still,” he orders.
His hand lingers on my spine for a long moment and I pant against the mattress, struggling to accept this vulnerable position. I feel spread open and utterly exposed to him.
“Good girl,” he finally growls, slowly lifting his hand as his cock pushes against my entrance.
I’m wet and ready for him, but still my body fights against his invasion, forcing him to fight his way through my tight clench.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts as he stretches me inch by slow inch. Filling me up until I feel like I just might burst with his thickness.
All the breath in my lungs leaves me in gasp as he bottoms out, and the crown of his cock strokes across my g-spot.
It’s too soon and too much.
“Alex!” I cry out as he pulls out and thrusts back in deeper.
I try to push up from the bed but his fingers dig into my hips as he pulls my ass higher up.
Pulling out until just the tip of him remains inside me, he thrusts back in, even deeper than before.
“Oh my god,” I scream, the intensity overwhelming me. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s so intense I feel like I might die from it.
“You like that, baby?” he grunts, pulling out and slamming forward, shoving my face harder into the bed.
Yes. No. I don’t know.
This angle he has me in gives me no space to breathe. No way to brace myself. Instead of my release building slowly inside me, my g-spot has me going from zero to sixty.
I’m so full of pressure and pent-up energy, I’m ready to explode already.
He slams his body against my body, making good on his threat. Showing no mercy as he begins to fuck me like an animal.
“Alex,” I scream his name, my hands clawing at the sheets as my first intense orgasm racks through my body.
“All night,” he pants as the speed of his thrusts increases, sending me into a whole new world of intense pleasure. “All fucking night I’ve been thinking about you.”
I can’t think, I can’t respond. All I can do is try to survive the onslaught of sensation.
“Thinking about what I wanted to do to you. Thinking about how I could get you alone to take you.”
The slapping sound of his hips colliding with my ass almost drowns out his next words. “Thinking about how much I fucking love being inside of you.”
I’m nearly delirious with the pleasure now, tensing up as yet another intense orgasm rolls through me.
“Fuck, your little pussy was made for me,” he grunts and then his hips slow. I feel him swelling up and pulsing inside me as he shudders above me.
My tears soak the sheet and the last lingering wave of pleasure seems to last for an eternity, drawn out by his own release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex finally cries out as my walls convulse around him and give one last squeeze.
He collapses on top of me.
“Fuck,” he pants hotly into my ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Alex
Fucking brat. I love that she is so damn challenging. Whether she understands it or not, she is built for fucking. Her body is made for it. From the way her pussy grips my cock tight, to the way she slams her juicy ass back into my hips as I take her from behind.
When we fuck, it’s mind blowing. I have no clue how she does it, but every single time we fuck my orgasm is so strong I feel like I am about to black out from it.
That night, after the fight, was absolutely fucking awesome for us. We didn’t go at again right away, but somewhere in the middle of the night we had to have
a repeat. Calling me old man…
Little brat learned her lesson, I think, with the red hand prints I left on her ass cheeks.
That night was also the turning point for me. I know I’ve tried to be a part of her life while I was training, but I’m not sure I was giving everything I had. I was training for my own fight, worrying about what could happen going up against the former champ.
Now? All that’s behind us. There isn’t anyone on the radar for my next fight, and even if there was I’m not going to forget about my girl.
She needs my help getting focused for her first fight.
There’s a new dynamic to us. I’m not entirely sure why though. I keep thinking it’s because I’m trying to devote more time to ensuring she is trained properly, but that’s not really it either.
It’s like our relationship has transformed. She is so much more in my mind than before. She’s become the first thing I think of when I wake up, and my last thoughts at night are of how good it feels to wrap my arms around her body, holding her tight to me.
Am I feeling that dreaded L-word? The one that could quite possibly break all the rules I have ever set for myself? It seems like I’ve already broken most if not all of my rules except for one—don’t fall in love.
The others broke easily when she first came home with me.
Don’t let a girl become a roommate. That one was inevitable after I figured out she had no place to go.
Another rule was don’t let a girl’s drama affect my career. Fuck, that happened as soon as Mark touched her. Little fucker still deserves a much worse beating than he got.
How about the rule don’t let a girl mess with your head? That one fucks with me a lot lately because as much as I can tell, she is giving herself to me, but she hasn’t done it fully.
That’s where the fucking L-word is bothering me. Because if we are in that kind of relationship, shouldn’t we be totally honest with each other? Shouldn’t we share everything about ourselves?
I have, for sure. I’ve brought her into my home and have given her everything I can to help her. I’ve given her all of my attention, and likely my heart.
So, what do I get in return? Almost one-hundred percent of her. Probably like ninety-eight percent of her.