by Amber Burns
“Oooh” she moaned.
He saw her face contorted with pleasure, and, smiling, he began pumping his cock into her faster and harder. Straightening out his back, he reached down and began rubbing her clit, which sent her over the edge.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming,” she gasped, her chest moving up and down with each deep breath she took.
She dug her nails into his hips, scratching them hard. She normally wouldn’t do that kind of thing, but he was bringing out some of the bad girl in her. Loosening her inhibitions had some nice effects, as she had never cum quite this hard. He smiled and she could feel his cock slowly exiting her pussy; she could feel the ridge on the head of his cock briefly massage the opening of her pussy as he slid his body down hers with his mouth landing on her clit.
Licking between the lips of her pussy, he felt the soft warm of her inner labia touching his long tongue as he ran it up and down until he landed his tongue on her clit. He began licking and sucking on her clit, listening to her moans as she arched her back.
Her clit was so sensitive at this point that her climax was quickly building up again. She had never cum twice in one session and could feel herself gasping and moaning with pleasure as her pussy began clenching with the pleasure of his touch. He slipped his finger into her pussy, filling her tight pussy muscles pulsate around his finger as she came.
“Oh my g-o-o-o-o-d,” she said, her body shaking in an uncontrollable fit of ecstasy.
He smiled as he looked up at her while still licking away at her pussy to see her pleasure exploding before him. She was breathing heavily, whimpering, as she came. Her body relaxed, a sign that her orgasm was over, and he crawled back up on her body, slipping his cock easily into her dripping wet pussy. He began to fuck her slowly, allowing her to acclimate to the pleasure once again after having such intense orgasms. She moaned softly, wriggling around on the ground underneath him. Slowly, he began increasing his speed, watching her reaction to each and every thrust of his hips.
She was so sexy as she laid sprawled out beneath him, her breasts and body jiggling with each thrust. He could feel the pressure building up inside him as he fucked her. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, too. They both felt so close to cumming. He began fucking her harder and deeper, which sent them both over the edge as they exploded with passion. They locked eyes and without having to say anything, they both came. Both of them arched their backs, beginning to shake as the orgasm took over their whole bodies.
With a final moan from each of them, their bodies relaxed. He collapsed on top of her, his head cradled between her shoulder and neck. They lay like that, holding each other for a while as they caught their breath. He rolled off of her, laying next to her as he continued to hold her tightly to his body. She rolled over on her side so that she was facing him and gave him a passionate kiss.
“I’ve never cum twice,” she said as she gazed into his eyes gratefully.
“Good,” he said smiling.
She ended up spending the night with him. They slept holding each other the whole night through.
They began spending as much time together as they could over the next couple of weeks. She still was conflicted about why he would even like her. They were so different, but she liked him, so she accepted it.
Chapter 5
Redd was newly invigorated by his blossoming romance, and wanting to provide financially for his new girlfriend, he decided to re-enter the league to contend for the championship. Her positive attitude was inspiring to him and he felt compelled to try to continue with his dream. It was his first match in a long time, and it was against a notoriously dirty fighter.
It was the night of his fight. He was nervous, but confident that he would do well. Perhaps a little too confident.
Redd was swarmed right off the bat. Having long arms, he usually liked to keep a distance between himself and his opponent. His opponent, Martin Fuschs had lost five bouts in a row on fouls and technicalities, and was now fighting a former cruiserweight contender, Redd, just to stay at the bottom of the running for the title. Martin had always been too angry, too liable to go too hard and lose by disqualification, and was for this reason inconsolably bitter.
Redd tried defending, but could feel his forearms taking massive damage. Martin’s relentless onslaught left him no room, and he remained totally against the ropes for the entire first round. He figured this was due to lack of practice and made a note to do better with keeping the fight in the middle of the ring.
When the bell for the second round rang, Redd was ready to execute his new plan of attempting to control the location of the fight within the ring, even if it meant giving up his reach advantage.
The second round was different, only because he took more damage to the flanks and head. He managed to keep the fight centered, but the powerful jabs and rib-cracking hooks kept coming, tight and fast. This technique worked well because he knocked Martin down for a three count during this round.
His arms hurt, and he didn’t want to believe he was this out of practice, but Redd knew the fight was drawing to a close. The bell rang and his relief was only outweighed by how old he felt. He was a little over 33 years old but felt twice that at this moment. At this point, his ringside doctor told him that his nose was broken, but Martin barely had any visible damage other than a black eye and a somewhat bloody nose.
Martin was grimacing, taunting Redd from the other corner. This was Redd’s biggest weakness. He couldn’t stand to be disrespected, and went from feeling helpless and old to infuriated in less than a second. This visible shift in Redd’s attitude startled the doctor who immediately backed off of the tall muscular tattooed man with the newly plugged bleeding nose.
In the third round, Redd came out swinging wildly, caring less about protecting himself and being more concerned with doing as much damage as he could to his opponent. This worked at first, and he even knocked Martin down for a five count this time, but Martin got back up, and as if rested and rejuvenated, continued with his flurry. Redd felt like his arm was sprained from getting one of his blows deflected with one of Martin’s own, and had some difficulty defending from then on. Redd’s thoughts began to blur, the pain taking over. He was soon just focused on surviving, making it to the end of the round until the bell rang.
Redd ignored his aching, damaged forearm and the fact that his nose was bleeding again. His head had never hurt quite like this before, but he knew that if he outlasted his opponent, and kept knocking him down he could still win. Martin was still jeering at him from his corner. Redd’s rage kept building up, and when the bell rang, he did the same as he did at the beginning of the last round, swinging wildly, packing as much power as he could into every punch, and maneuvering Martin instead of keeping his distance.
Redd sidestepped one of his opponents less well executed punches and Martin went down hard. He got immediately back up, but was dazed. With a vicious overcut, Redd punched him back down for a six count. Redd’s ears were still ringing from the blows to his head, his vision had gone white and he forgot where he was until he was back standing up. It was a sign of a concussion, but at least he had won this round.
At the start of the next round, they were both feeling winded. Redd’s rib was bruised and his arm was in pain, but at least still intact. He had a standing concussion from the punch to the top of his head, and the only reason his nose wasn’t gushing blood was the gauze stuffed in it. Martin wasn’t quite at a hundred percent either, his eye had swollen nearly shut and he had been moving so fast for so long that he was tired.
They leaned on each other a lot during this round, and Martin subtly head-butted Redd more than twice, which complicated the effects of the concussion caused by the overcut. A few moments before the end of the round, Martin backed off for a moment, and that’s when Redd came in swinging. Martin had come out of a grapple, stepped back and more or less running, swung hard at Redd’s face. Redd, his rage boiling over, returned the favor. He hit Mart
in on the “knock out button” on the jaw, completely dislocating it- causing a loose tooth to fly out of his mouth. This knocked Martin down for a four count.
Redd had won, but just barely. He wasn’t as proud of himself as he thought he would be. He had almost lost and was seriously out of practice. His ego was intact, but his body was battered and bruised. Upon examination after the fight was finished, the doctor told him that his arm was had a hairline fracture and put it in a splint for him.
As the doctors patched up his nose and other various injuries, Redd contemplated whether or not he should even continue with professional fights or just go back to teaching. He didn’t want to disappoint Anna; he wanted her to be proud of him, but how could she be proud of a boxer than can barely even win a fight without sustaining massive damage. Despite winning the match, he was completely beat up and felt crushed.
Chapter 6
Redd was at his fight when it all happened. It was a big fight and she was glad that he was doing it, but she couldn’t have known what was about to happen.
She was sitting at home, reading a book and enjoying a glass of wine when she heard a knock at the door. She looked at her watch. She was expecting Redd to come over later, but he must have just been starting his fight. Furrowing her brow, she walked over to the door and opened it.
Her mouth fell when she saw who it was. It was her ex-boyfriend from Georgia, Max. She hadn’t spoken to him since she had moved back to Philadelphia. Before she left Georgia, she told him that she didn’t want to see him anymore, that she felt like there wasn’t much between them, that he didn’t treat her right. He was manipulative and regularly emotionally abusive to her.
About a week before she left, they got in a fight. He had grabbed her by the wrist, digging his finger into her and leaving dark bruises before he tried to took a swing at her. She managed to get away from him that night before anything worse happened, and in that moment, she decided that it was time to stop seeing him. She had solidly broken up with him, resolved to never see him again. She had even blocked his phone number.
“What are you doing here?” she said. She was afraid. He didn’t know where she lived, so how had he gotten her address?
“I just want to talk,” he said.
“I can’t do this,” she said, pushing her hand against the door to close it, but he reached up and pushed hard against the door to shove it open all the way. Her heart was beating fast as her thoughts rushed to think how she could protect herself from him. She couldn’t call Redd; he wouldn’t be able to answer in the middle of his fight. She would have to resort to other means if it came to that. Redd had briefly taught her some punches, how to punch and kick so that you don’t hurt yourself, and that gave her confidence in herself.
“I just want to talk,” he repeated more firmly.
“What? What do you want to talk about?” she said, her anger rising with every word that either of them spoke.
“About our relationship, of course,” he said, pushing her shoulder so that he could enter her apartment. “It’s been long enough,” he continued, “It’s time for us to settle this and get back together.”
“Max, I’m not getting back together with you. I told you that it’s over,” she said, distancing herself from him as much as she could.
“Listen, I know I messed up, but that’s no reason to write me off. We loved each other, don’t you remember that? We spent three beautiful years together, doesn’t that count for anything?”
“I loved you once, but I don’t anymore and you know why,” she said.
His jaw clenched and his face tightened with anger.
“That’s not true,” he said firmly, “You love me.”
“Max… I can’t do this with you anymore,” she said. She was becoming more afraid as his rage built up, but she was ready to defend herself if she needed to.
“Anna. You know this is the right thing,” he argued.
“How did you know where I lived?”
“I asked your Dad. I told him that I was going to surprise you,” he said, smirking.
“Do you really think that’s what this is?”
Anna moved so that she was behind the sofa, using a physical object to separate them.
“Come on, honey. Aren’t you glad to see me?”
“No,” she said, firmly.
She backed away as he got closer to her, aiming to keep the sofa between them.
“Just give it a chance,” he pleaded.
He kept stepping closer to her. Looking around, Anna positioned herself so that she was near the table next to her couch. It had a heavy lamp on it. If he tried to lay a hand on her, she was ready to wield it as a weapon.
“Max, you know I can’t.”
“You haven’t been spending a whole lot of time here in the last week. Where have you been going?” he asked with suspicion. He tilted his head and smiled in the most terrifying way. She blinked, caught off guard. It was completely horrifying that he would show up at her house out of the blue, know where her apartment was. But to know that he had been following her, watching her house and God knows what else? That was a whole new level.
“Why would you know that?” she said, her voice shaking.
“I’ve been watching you,” he said, “Isn’t that sweet?”
“What else did you see?” she asked.
Thoughts rushed through her head. “Has he been following me to work? Has he seen Redd? Does he know where Redd lives? He must, he must know that Redd was at his fight, unable to respond to me if I needed his help.”
“That piece of scum that you’re dating. You go from,” he paused, laughing, “You go from dating me, a nice guy with a solid job-- I make good money. I can take care of you. And you go from that to dating some… poor ass scum bag covered with fucking… tattoos? You’re not that person, Annabelle, you’ve never been that person,” he said, slowly creeping towards her as she braced herself.
“He’s a fucking boxer for christsake. What the hell is that? What kind of a job is that? That’s not the kind of job, or fucking salary even, that you can raise a family on,” he continued, “You know he’s using you, a good girl like you. How could he ever like you? And why would you like him?”
“God, what if he’s right. What am I even doing with Redd?” She thought, her mind all muddled from fear. Anna shook her head, shaking off her momentary self doubt.
“He loves me. And I love him, too, because he’s good to me. Because he’s treated me better than you ever have. Because he’s actually a good guy, unlike you,” she said boldly, her voice raising, taking as many stabs at his heart as she muster.
She didn’t care about the consequences; she had to stand up for herself and she couldn’t be weak like she was months ago before she met Redd. She couldn’t make excuses for Max anymore. She couldn’t defend him and she knew that now. She wasn’t the weak girl she was back in Georgia anymore. She was strong now. Perhaps she got some of her strength from Redd, who pushed her to be more assertive than she normally was. She was sick of being that good girl that would take whatever abuse came at her, and Redd’s strength and resolve inspired her. If Redd hadn’t been in her life, she doubted that she would have been able stand up to Max the way that she was.
“What was that?” Max said, turning his head, “You think he loves you?” He was laughing manically. “You really think that?”
“You heard me. He’s a good guy, and I like him. I don’t care what you think. You lost your privilege to say what you think of my life when you hit me. This is absolutely none of your business and you need to stop,” she said.
Anna was no longer afraid. She was embracing her anger, ready to pounce. Max began stepping closer to her again and Anna readied herself.
“It is my business,” he said scarily, “I’m your boyfriend.”
“No, it’s fucking not. You are not my boyfriend!” she screamed, “You need to leave right now.”
“Or what? You’ll call your ‘tough’ boyfriend? Yeah, well… I
know where he is. I know that he’s busy getting pummeled by some guy in a luchadora mask or whatever it is that they wear. He’s not going to be able to answer your calls,” he said smugly.
He stepped closer to her once more. She braced herself, ready for an attack. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, just like he had done months ago in Georgia. With her other hand, Anna slammed her fist into Max’s crotch. He doubled over in pain, but didn’t relent his grip. Anna continued acting in defense, grabbing the lamp next to her without hesitation, and swiftly smashing it over his head. The blow from the lamp released Max’s grip and sent him reeling to the ground. She kicked him in the stomach to make sure he would stay down before rushing to the bathroom. She locked the door and took her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed 911.