Boxer Beast

by Marci Fawn

  I squeeze her neck, my hand moving up to her mouth and clutching it hard to hide any noise she could possibly make. I want to hear every noise that comes from her, I want to hear her beg for my cock inside her, I want –

  Fuck.

  “Our daughter’s sleeping,” my voice is low and I’m on the brink of coming inside Faith. I won’t allow myself to do it – this needs to last. “Wake her up…” I groan. “And I’m going to have to punish you.”

  Faith mewls against my hand, sucking at the fingers there in a muffled promise that she’ll be quiet. But I don’t believe her. It’s the last thing I want to do but I slow my cock down until I’m not moving at all, and then we just sit there, breathing, sweating, gasping, still connected to each other. I drop my hand from her mouth.

  “Please,” she gasps. Her chest is heaving and I grab one of them, flicking a nipple there as my tongue laps against her neck. That does it for her, and she breaks out into shakes, trembling, coming…

  Only the grace of God keeps me from spilling myself in her right then. She collapses, still shaking, her pussy convulsing. I pull myself from her and grin down at her, one of my hands grabbing her hip and stroking the curve from her hip to her ass to her thigh.

  “I’m not done with you, woman,” I groan, grabbing both of her legs and pulling her closer to where I am at the end of the bend. She turns herself over, obedient, tired, but still so ready to please. Her nipples are hard and her face is flushed. My cock is about to burst and I just want to dive into her again…

  And I do.

  I push her to the bed, pulling her head so she watches my cock as I push into her this time. She tries to close her eyes in delight, but I don’t let her.

  “Watch,” I say, watching her eyes narrow with lust as I fill her. I throb, needing to spill my seed into her fertile body… Somehow, with my hands on her hips, I push the entirety of her cunt onto me. I close my eyes, thrusting into her more slowly this time, enjoying the lustful little sounds she makes each time our hips collide with each other and I drive my dick home.

  “Oh…Oh. Please,” her eyes are closed again.

  “Faith,” I can’t control myself. “I hope you’re on birth control.”

  It’s a lie. I hope she isn’t. I want to fill her with my load and watch her get fat with my children, over and over again. She trembles, her voice almost a whimper beneath me –

  “I’m not.”

  “I’m not pulling out of you,” I promise her, my dick bouncing inside her as she pushes back against me, both of our bodies glistening with sweat.

  “I don’t want you to,” she whispers.

  I explode. And this time, we come together.

  We lie together panting in the dark, and it feels like only minutes before my cock is getting hard again. Faith notices, her hand running along my side as she reaches for my dick, her touch wrapping around my cock… It’s hot and hard in her hand, and I know she loves how it feels to hold me just as much as I love how it feels to have her touch me there.

  But I don’t want her hand. I want her holes.

  She’s shorter than me; lying next to each other, she comes to about my chest naturally. But she’s curled up so she’s even shorter, her head positioned right around my stomach. I grab her by the hair, pulling her head down to my cock. She opens her mouth readily, just about to suck the tip into her mouth like she did at the villa. I don’t let her.

  I hold onto her hair, controlling her, pushing the first few inches of my cock into her mouth as she gasps. Even still, I don’t let go of her head – her gasping only making it easier for me to stuff more of my cock into her mouth. I push her down farther and she starts to gag, her hands going around my hips as I make the push towards her throat.

  She can’t take it.

  I grab her head and pull her up, spit and pre-come dribbling from her lips as she gasps. I give her a second’s reprieve before I push her head back onto my throbbing cock – all at once this time, instead of gradually. All the way back to her throat.

  She gags again, struggling to take it, and the hand not on her head slides down her back to her pussy. I push three fingers inside her tightness, testing how far I can push her without being too rough.

  She’s mine.

  My girl.

  And I want her to know it.

  I pull my fingers out of her, slapping her ass and running the fingers I just took out of her over her ass. I slip them between her cheeks, running them over her asshole and feeling her shudder. I push a finger into her ass, three more going back into her pussy. I won’t do just two. My cock is way bigger than that, and she just took it. I want her full.

  Satisfied. She’s so wet…

  Her mouth is stuffed, though, and she’s gasping again. I pull her head up and grab her chin, looking her in the eyes as she gasps, her eyes watery, her mouth a mess.

  “You belong to me.” I don’t need to tell her.

  “I know,” she smiles, kissing my hip. Then she puts her little mouth right back on my cock and sucks me dry, and I wonder if this is what heaven feels like.

  Faith

  My body is sore in ways I didn’t know it could be. River isn’t gentle, not always. Only sometimes, actually – and I love that about him. My hand goes to my throat and I rub it, the in-between of my thighs going slick as I remember exactly why it’s so sore.

  We’re still not living together, technically, although one of us is over at the other’s house all the time. It’s almost like we have two houses; I’m not sure how to feel about that, but I know I shouldn’t be imagining River squeezing my throat at the dinner table. Dawn is still in bed. I’ll need to wake her up soon for breakfast – at my house today.

  I smile, but that’s nothing noteworthy. I’m always smiling. River makes it impossible not to. Dawn’s place it still set from where she’d been sitting there earlier, when she woke up in her excitement too early. I look at the time – that was maybe half an hour ago, and I still haven’t gotten up. He should be here soon.

  Soon.

  I’m already rising from my seat when I hear the knock on the door. I go to tell River that he doesn’t need permission to go in his own house – even though this one is mine… It might as well be is – but I look and see that he’s standing in the open door, his hand knocking on the frame. He doesn’t need to ask for permission. He’s already in.

  But he does anyway.

  “Can I come in?” He has a sloppy smirk on his face and it makes my heart flutter.

  “You don’t need to ask permission,” I say back to him. I’ve been waiting for him all morning. “I thought you were all excited.”

  “I could take that one of two ways,” he says, his eyes roaming my body before he checks around the room to make sure our daughter isn’t here. I laugh. River’s not always a gentleman, but… He sure does have manners when it comes to being around her. I love that about him.

  But… Still. I try to turn my face stony and hope he won’t see the twinkle in my eyes at the statement he’s just made.

  “You know what I meant. You’ve been begging me to let you cook for us for ages,” I cross my hands over my arms. He does the same. I’m about to try to imitate his eyebrow raise when he does it first, his brows both starting to waggle as I fake anger. “You’re the worst!”

  “You love me,” he comes to me, holding me, wrapping me in his arms. “So, how about breakfast?”

  “Let me wake up Dawn,” I whisper back against his lips.

  He just grins. “I’ll come with you.”

  So we both wake her up. And then we make breakfast together, all of us, even though River does most of the work and Dawn tries to take credit for all of it. We finally sit down at the table to a breakfast of eggs, pancakes, berries, and…

  “Bacon!” River almost moans and I roll my eyes at him. “Pass the syrup.”

  Dawn tries to, her short arm reaching across the table to pass him the dish we’ve left it in. She makes it almost half of the way there. Luckily, R
iver’s tall enough to reach it. He takes the syrup and douses his bacon in it, and both my daughter and me cringe.

  “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he shrugs, taking a huge bite of his monstrosity.

  “That’s horrible,” Dawn says. She struggles sounding out the word, trying to say it the way I do when I’m judging River for his antics – jokingly.

  “You sound like your mother,” River laughs, still eating.

  “She should,” I say, making a hand motion for the syrup as River passes it to me. I want to try it after all. “She learned the word from me.”

  “Whatever,” he grumbles, grinning over at Dawn. “So, Sunrise,” he grabs a pancake and puts another on her plate, even though she’s only gotten through two of them. “Have I ever told you that you have grandparents down in Florida?”

  “No, but I knew that,” Dawn grins.

  “And how’s that?” He seems genuinely curious.

  “Someone doesn’t remember what they put in her July fourth video,” I tease him. He hits my thigh with his under the table, and we all giggle, happy together as Dawn proclaims she knows all the words to the videos by heart.

  And over breakfast, I swear I almost see River cry.

  Somehow he convinced me to come watch another of his fights. This might be the first one I’ve been to, if you don’t count the one where I walked in looking for him and found him a mess. He says it doesn’t count. And we don’t talk about it.

  We say everything we can think of before the match, but River tells us we don’t have to worry. Dawn isn’t concerned, and she tells everyone that. She also tells everyone she sees that he’s her daddy, and I smile at how proud she is – even though it’s a little embarrassing.

  We’re in the front row when she turns to a girl beside us. She points to River, saying, “I gave him a flower for good luck”, and everyone knows. There’s white petals on the way to the ring. Some people think it’s hilarious. Most would probably think a boxer carrying a flower was some sort of softie who was going to get his butt kicked – I don’t use the phrases River does. It feels awkward to think about – but River is tough. Resilient. I’ve always admired that about him. The girl besides Dawn smiles at her and squeals in glee, asking her name.

  “Dawn!” she says, high-pitched, squeaky, and happy. “What’s yours?”

  “Elizabeth,” the girl says. I look over at her; she looks like she’s seen too much to be the nerdy type of Elizabeth. She smiles over at me too when she sees me, but she isn’t as happy as she is when she looks over at Dawn. She gives me a nod. “But you can call me Liz.”

  Dawn’s opening her mouth again but the words are drowned out by the sound of a ref calling for the fight to begin. He introduces the fighters. River and some other guy whose name I’m not paying attention to. The only one who matters is River. It seems like everyone in the stadium thinks the same, too –

  It’s a big match, and River’s a big boxer.

  They exchange hits and I feel my heart rise in my throat in terror when I see River’s fists go up. I know he’s a strong guy but I’m so worried he’s going to get hurt. He takes a hit once and I gasp in horror, moving to cover Dawn’s eyes as I realize she’s… Into this. My mouth falls open and I have to keep myself from dropping my eyes, going back to watching the match every few seconds –

  Round one ends. Both boxers take a break for water and River gives me a thumbs up, but just watching this I feel like I’m about to die. Dawn’s clapping the entire time.

  Round two. Fight.

  Hits, hits, and more hits. My eyes aren’t even open by the time round three ends and River is announced as the winner. I knew he would win, but… I let out a breath finally able to breathe properly, and it feels like my heart is starting to, well, actually start again.

  Dawn squeals and is trying to crawl into the ring before anyone can stop her, and I get up to follow her, still horrified by what just happened and by how happy my toddler is about this. River laughs, taking the mike from the ref and points out Dawn, saying that’s his daughter, and “she seems like she’ll be wanting boxing lessons.” And “that,” he points to me, “is my wife.”

  The crowd cheers more than usual, but he settles them down. “Well, not my wife. Yet. In fact, I’m going to ask her to marry me.” He looks right at me as he says this. And then he leans a hand out and pulls me up so both me and Dawn are standing beside him in the ring.

  “But first,” he bows obnoxiously, “some news.” He coughs here, waiting for the room to go silent. It takes a second and he yells louder. “I know some of you didn’t expect me to come here today, and some of you judged me for being a family man.” He looks directly at Thomas before his eyes meet the crowd. “And some of you, well, some of you thought I wouldn’t show up. But here I am.

  And you people are the ones who think I’m going to say. From now on, I’m only fighting local – to be with Faith, and Dawn.” He smiles at both us. “I’m settling down. Good night.”

  Then he throws the mike down and takes me in his arms, kissing me violently as the cameras flash on us both. The crowd is screaming, and I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing, so I just press myself as close to him as I can, needing him to keep me safe in this environment I know nothing about. Distantly, I hear Thomas screaming with Sabrina beside him telling him to calm down, that this won’t ruin River’s ratings –

  And it won’t. The media loves him even more. We’re posing like darlings, and I hear the words of the crowd now –

  They’re all screaming his name. River Xavier.

  Epilogue - Faith

  This is the second time I’m in a white dress but it’s so much better than the first. I wasn’t expecting River to propose to me, but the minute he does, I say yes.

  And here we are now. River is somewhere in another room. He wasn’t supposed to see me – it would be bad luck, and we don’t need any of that, especially considering how good everything has been…

  River isn’t hiding in my skirts like she would have once. She smiles at me, pushing her body next to my skirts. She’s bigger than last time. She’s almost five now. I kneel down next to her and kiss her forehead, feeling her smile against me. She’s my flower girl. The basket she’s holding is a little too big for her, though, and the amount of flowers in it drag her arm just a little too far down to the ground.

  “Are you sure you don’t need help with that?” I ask her, taking my finger and bumping her nose with it, already knowing the answer. Since she’s gotten older, she only takes more and more after her father. She’ll refuse all help. She’s a girly girl, but she still wants to prove she can be just as manly as her dad.

  I love her so much. She shakes her head at me frantically, and I move my hand away from the basket handle. I’ll remember this forever, so I let her do it – she’s so cute.

  Outside, I hear the first notes of the organ start to play, and I nudge Dawn with my shoulder like I’ve done to River hundreds of times. I’ve seen her do it, too – she takes after both of us. I love all of it.

  “That’s your call, sweetheart,” I say. She nods at me again, and then runs off, tripping over her pink dress in her haste to cover the room in red roses.

  I know that maybe I should hold my eyes, wait to see River in his suit until I’m standing on the podium in front of him. But I can’t. I need to look at my love – soon to be my husband – and see him. He’d tried to convince me that we should see each other before we were married, and I know what he’d have intended. By the way he’s looking at me, I’m surprised he let me off with my “traditional wedding” excuse, excuses I don’t mean.

  He takes my breath away. I can only hope that I do the same for him, and I drop my eyes. I don’t know if anyone can see me through my veil, but…

  “Faith,” he’s being quiet enough that I can’t hear River say my name, but I can see his lips move and I’ve watched that mouth enough times to know what he’s saying. My name.

  My feet are desperate to rush
to him, but I don’t want to trip over my dress. It’s really long and flows past my ankles out behind me.

  I wanted River to pick it out with me, but not only is there that thing about luck, he’s…

  Really bad with picking out wedding-appropriate outfits.

  For women, anyway.

  The suit he’s in is perfect and fits him well. He looks so handsome. More than usual. I finally make my way up to the podium, but I can only wish my father were walking me there.

  Instead, I’m alone.

  But I’m walking towards River, so in a way, I’m not alone. I stand across from him, keeping my eyes on him. He can’t see me well through the veil, but I can. He groans in agitation and pushes it back as the priest speaks. His family is in the front row. I wave to Sabrina standing on the sidelines – my maid of honor – hoping she’ll catch my bouquet. She’s with that one guy who came to send River away. He’s not that bad, though… I still don’t like him.

  But I’m so happy right now, I just want my best friend to feel the same. River’s coach is the same distance away from him – his best man. He practiced his speech for ages. It’s beautiful.

  But it’s about us now. River and I.

  I’m not even listening as the priest says the words. I focus on River, not caring about the speech and just wanting to get to the most important part:

  “I do.”

  Followed by another, higher: “I do.”

  And then we’re pronounced man and wife. And River sweeps me into his arms like we’re at the end of a love story and he kisses me violently, and the whole room erupts in cheers. I throw my bouquet to the air, aiming for Sabrina – there are a few others, who try to jump up and grab the flowers for themselves, but she catches it, and I smile at her. Luckily, she hasn’t busted her leg again, like she did a year ago in Greece.

  There’s talk and we’re on the floor. We get a few dances in, and River sweeps me off my feet – just like I’d expected him to. But halfway through, we sneak over to the cake and grab a few slices for ourselves, before it’s all gone.