by Jenna Rose
“There he is!” I hear Micky’s voice behind me and turn to see him walking through the door, wearing his navy-blue peacoat as he always is, flanked by two of his thugs. “The Boston Blur! How the hell you doing, Jackie?”
He makes me sick; Micky’s a gangster bleeding Southie dry, but right now he’s my only way out of this hellhole, so I have to put up with him.
“How are ya, Micky?”
He stops in front of me and smiles, hands in his pockets. “You haven’t forgotten your job, have you?”
The way he talks to me—like I’m his dog—makes me want to break his nose.
“Memory like a steel trap, Mick,” I say simply.
“That’s a good boy,” he says. He pulls out one hand and pats me on the shoulder. “Just wanted to come by and make sure you hadn’t forgotten your station in life.”
Yeah, I want to break his jaw too.
“Haven’t forgotten, Mick.”
“That’s a good boy,” he says, patting me on the cheek like a Mafia gangster. “You’ll be able to retire to Thailand if you want! Get yourself three wives and live like a king!”
He turns to his boys and I watch them go. Once he’s safely out the door, I drive my fist into the closest heavy bag. I can’t get out of this MMA world quick enough.
Retire to Thailand? Fuck that; I’m going to retire with Merrell. She gave me a taste last night—barely even a taste—and I’m already addicted. An angel who turned my life upside down; that’s what she is. Letting her out of my sight last night was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and I’m praying she comes tonight and doesn’t stand me up.
I check the clock: it’s 6:50. The sparring partners finish up and head for the locker rooms. I go over to the corner and grab my water bottle, and that’s when the front door opens and she walks in.
Goddamn…
As soon as I see her, I’m so hard that I don’t even know how I’m going to be able to give her this lesson. Tucker may be a dickhead, but maybe he’s right; maybe this lesson needs to be about teaching her something else.
“Hey,” she says softly with a little wave of her hand. She’s wearing a pair of sweat pant material shorts that are stretched to the max around her booty, which I can see from the front, and is enough to make a grown man cry. She’s got an athletic T-shirt on too and a sports bra, but that can’t hide her incredible tits that I want to slide my dick between. It’s all brand new too; she went shopping for this.
“Hey to you,” I tell her, letting my eyes wander across her dangerous curves as she walks over to me. She stops before me and opens her mouth to speak, but I lean in and she stops. It’s almost like I’m going to kiss her—I want to—but I just reach around the back of her shorts and tear the price tag off. Merrell immediately blushes, causing my cock to pulse with lust.
“Yeah, I just bought them,” she giggles. “Make fun of me all you want.”
“I would never make fun of you,” I tell her. “Not in a pair of shorts like that.”
“Stop!” she protests. “You’re going to make me blush.”
“You’re already blushing.” I grin. I’m eating this up and so is she. Fuck, I want her. I’m upside down and sideways for this girl. Her presence has me feeling like a completely different man. Her eyes are heaven; her hips meant for breeding.
“Well, don’t make it worse!”
“Okay,” I reply with a grin. Looking at her body, I don’t know how I’m going to get through this lesson, but I’m sure as hell going to start by teaching her how to grapple.
“So you’re some kind of tough guy?” she asks. “Is this your gym?”
“Wait, you don’t know who I am?” I ask.
Merrell shakes her head.
“Jackson Santino? The Boston Blur?”
Merrell just shrugs. I’m astonished, but I’m actually pleased. The fact that she doesn’t know who I am makes the chances or her being just another gold-digger basically none. If she’s not lying, that is…
“Never mind,” I tell her. Best to let her remain ignorant for the time being. “Let’s get started.”
“So…how do we do this?” she asks. “Teach me how to throw a punch?”
She puts both hands up in front of her face like she thinks a boxer might do, and I fucking melt inside. What is going on with me?
“No,” I reply. “Honestly, if you fight a man and try to win a fist fight, you’re going to lose.”
“Oh, am I?” she replies, semi-indignant.
“You are,” I tell her firmly. “What we need to do is teach you how to grapple. Teach you how to fight dirty.”
“Dirty, huh?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. Please don’t do that, I think. Don’t distract me.
“Okay, mister,” she says as she ties her hair back, giving me a better view of her beautiful doll-face. “Show me what you’ve got.”
It’s been a while since I trained anyone, and a big long never since I’ve trained a girl, but I’m dying to get my hands on her, so I jump right in by showing her what to do when a guy tries to grab her. I show her how to maneuver her body correctly, how to break a hold by going for the wrist, how to just straight up position herself to knee a guy in the balls, and how to take him down using her legs.
“You might not have the upper-body strength to fight a man,” I explain, “but if you’ve got strong legs and can get on top or maintain side control, you can subdue a guy so long as he’s not too much bigger than you are.”
“Like you?” she asks. Her face glistens under the sweat and her chest rises and falls with each breath. I try not to stare at her tits.
“Yeah, you couldn’t overpower me,” I tell her. “No chance.”
“None, huh?” she asks. “What about if I did this?”
She moves forward quickly and flails her hands in my face like she thinks she’s Bruce Lee or something. We both burst out laughing.
“Yeah, even if you did that,” I tell her. Still laughing, I look down and wipe the sweat from my eyes, and as I do, Merrell lunges in, leaps onto me, wraps both of her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Oh, shit!” I gasp as she tightens her grip. I stumble backwards and fall flat on my back on the mat. My heart rate skyrockets and my cock jerks beneath my compression shorts. She leans in and squeezes as hard as she can with her arms and legs, and I feel the soft warmth of her tits pressed against my chest. She caught me off guard, and my arms are pinned at my sides. It was a good move, but I’m still too strong for her.
4
Merrell
Jackson’s body is rock solid beneath me, and as I squeeze his waist with my legs and do everything I can to keep him pinned on the mat, I feel a bulge press against the thin fabric covering my pussy—my wet pussy.
He’s hard, I think proudly, causing a rush of excitement to ripple through me like a hot wave. I’ve never made a guy hard before—not that I know of—and I sure as hell have never felt a dick before, even through two layers of fabric.
I feel a sudden rush of power, and it’s not because I managed to get him on the ground with my surprise attack; it’s because of what’s going on beneath his shorts right now.
My victory is short lived. In the blink of an eye, Jackson has his arms free. The next second, I’m on my back on the mat beneath him. My legs may still be wrapped around his waist, but his hands are on my wrists and my arms are pinned back behind my head.
Wow…
His size is so much more apparent from this angle. The veins of his biceps are bulging and his shoulders are rippling from the force he’s using to pin me down. His beautiful blue eyes blaze as he glares down at me with a mixture of victory and…desire…
I can tell that he wants me; I just can’t process it. No guy has ever wanted me—especially a guy like Jackson. It’s almost too much to handle, and when he leans in and presses his body against mine, I feel his bulge again between my legs and melt for him.
“That wasn’t fair,” he grins. His jaw is perfect. Sharp
and strong.
“It’s a fight,” I counter. “Fights aren’t fair.”
“This is a lesson,” he corrects me.
“Well, I got the better of you,” I reply.
“For a second.”
“For a second.”
Thoughts I shouldn’t be having are racing through my mind. How old is he anyway? He’s definitely not my age and I highly doubt he’s in his early twenties. Is it wrong that that makes this so much hotter?
“It was good though,” he says. “You’ve got great legs.”
“W—what?” I stammer.
“I mean…strong legs,” he replies, still grinning as he corrects himself. “Tight grip.”
“Not bad, right?” I smile.
“Being tight?” he asks. “No, I’d say that’s a good thing.”
My blush is so strong it hurts. I turn my head away from him and laugh, but he reaches down and takes my chin in his hand and then I’m being turned back to him and staring into those incredible eyes again.
Is it just me, or has his bulge gotten bigger? It’s hard to believe I’m having this effect on a man as gorgeous as Jackson, but there’s no denying what he’s got pressed up against me. And there’s also no denying him when he leans down and presses his lips against mine.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, it feels like a thousand fireworks going off at the same time. My eyes close and a moan slides from my lips as he kisses me hungrily. I can feel the desire in every little movement of his mouth, and when he presses his tongue between my lips, I go on fire for him.
I want to reach out and touch him, feel the muscles of his arms, but he has mine pinned over my head, so I arch my back up off the mat and press my body against his. I’m suddenly aware of my every curve—of my breasts against his chest, of my legs around his solid core, of the way we’re gently grinding against each other.
We’re both sweating, and for a second, I’m self-conscious about it. I know this all just started, but I want to be perfect for him. I break our embrace and Jackson looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—I’m all sweaty and gross,” I say. He just laughs and shrugs.
“So am I. Does it bother you?”
“No,” I reply. I take a deep breath and his smell enters my lungs. “In fact, I kind of like it…”
“So do I.” He smiles.
He leans in again to kiss me, but I turn my head away.
“No,” I tell him. “No, I don’t want to be all sweaty like this.”
“Okay,” he replies, sitting up. “Do you want to shower then?”
I look at him nervously, biting my lip. Does he mean—
“With me?”
Yeah, he does.
I need a minute, but he doesn’t give me time to think. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he stands up with my legs still cinched around his waist and, carrying me like it’s nothing, walks back into the locker room.
“Jackson!” I cry out as he strides right into the showers, and with us both fully closed, turns the water on full blast. I shriek as it hits me; it’s freezing cold, and Jackson just laughs as he holds me under the stream as I try to fight to get free. But he’s just too strong; it’s hopeless. All I can do is squeal until the water warms up and he finally sets me down.
“Big jerk,” I mutter as I give him a playful punch on the arm that actually ends up hurting my fingers. “Ow…”
“I’ll teach you how to throw a punch too eventually,” he tells me as he leans in again. Our lips touch and those fireworks explode again. Jackson begins to undress me; I raise my arms up and he pulls off my shirt. I go to help him with my sports bra, but he pulls it up with ease and exposes my breasts to him. Even without the freezing cold water, my nipples would have been hard.
“Perfect.” He smiles as he looks down at my chest. Any amount of nervousness that may have been in me is washed away as he reaches down and tugs the hem of my shorts down.
I gasp. My mouth hangs open as his hand slides inside. A hunger takes over me as his fingers spread me open, and I reach out and practically claw at him as I take his shirt off and expose his gorgeous body. How did I get so lucky? He’s built like a male fitness model. I run my fingers down his shoulders and chest, admiring his perfection, and when he slides a finger inside me, fall forward and rest my head against his hard, broad chest.
“So tight,” he whispers, petting my hair with his hand.
“No one’s ever touched me there before,” I reply softly as I part my legs to give him better access.
“What do you mean?” Jackson asks. “Are you saying…you’re a virgin?”
I’m suddenly self-conscious and try to look away but he doesn’t let me.
“Y—yes…,” I reply. “Is that okay?”
His smile tells me all I need to know. “Okay, baby girl? That’s the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He pushes his finger deeper, causing my back to arch. Without thinking, I press my teeth against the skin of his chest and grip his strong waist as he fingers me. It’s so good it’s almost too much to comprehend, and in what feels like no time, I’m rocked by a climax so powerful it almost takes my legs out from under me.
“Yeah, come for me,” he purrs in my ear as my body shakes uncontrollably. He holds me up with his strength until I manage to recover, and when I look up, I see his crystal clear blue eyes drenched with lust.
“You’re amazing…” I say softly.
“That’s nothing, baby girl.” He grins. “Wait until you see what I have in store for you next.”
5
Jackson
My cock is so hard it’s ready to tear out of my shorts. I can’t wait any longer for her to take them off; I yank them down and kick them into the corner of the shower, finally releasing my hard-on that’s been screaming for her since the moment she walked into the gym.
Our little play-fighting had me ready to fuck her right then and there in front of whoever was left in the gym. I see her pupils dilate as she looks at me, and I slip my finger out of her tight virgin pussy, and without hesitation, slide it into my mouth.
Her eyes widen as my body flames for her sweet taste. I want to lap at her pussy for hours, but right now I need to claim her. My dick needs to be inside her. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t know why or how this girl has such power over me; all I know is I’m helpless against her.
I tug her shorts down. They stick at her knees and I bend down and pull them all the way off. She trims her little virgin pussy, but I’m going to make sure I get it nice and bare for next time. Her hips are just absolutely insane, and the extra curves she has have me extra-aggressive.
I stand up and kiss her hungrily, both hands on her perfect breasts, then, taking her by the hips, I spin her around and press her up against the wall of the shower. Now I can finally see her ass, and what a fucking ass it is. It’s the kind of ass that would get millions of views on Instagram if she posted it there, but I don’t see her doing that, and I sure as hell won’t be letting her either.
Aching, I slide my cock between her thighs and begin thrusting, gently teasing her untouched cunt with my swollen tip.
“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes as the sensations cause my body to quiver. I’m not even inside her yet and I could already come. I slow down. I don’t want this to be over yet. It can’t be. I’ve barely even gotten started.
Suddenly, I feel her fingers on my balls and look up to see her reaching back between her legs with one hand. The warmth of her pussy is calling me, and I can’t hold out any longer. It’s time for the main event.
“Take a deep breath,” I tell her as I take my cock by the base and position it, aligning it with her hole. “I’m going to take your innocence now, baby girl. I’m going to stretch that tight little virgin pussy and make it mine. And it’s going to hurt.”
“I’m ready,” she replies. Yeah, this girl’s no wimp. She’s the one who just surprise-attacked me a few minutes ago. She can take a dick; I know it.
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When I enter her, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I growl as I slow down. I’d like to say I’m letting her get used to it, but in reality, I’m just trying not to blow my load too soon.
“Wow, that’s big!” Merrell gasps. She reaches down to her pussy and explores what’s going on with her fingers. I feel them on my cock as I continue to push inside, not stopping until I’m balls deep.
With one of my hands, I grip her hair and pull, arching her head and back into the perfect position. With the other, I cup one of her perfect breasts. Then I start to fuck her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out with the first stroke that taps her cervix.
“Too much?” I ask, not that I’ll be able to hold back anyway.
“Yes—but in a good way,” she pants. “Keep doing it.”
Don’t need to tell me twice. Merrell’s plump ass jiggles as I fuck her, causing me to salivate like a hungry dog. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My cock is a bar of hot steel inside her, and her body is perfection in my hands.
“Goddamn, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy’s so tight it’s like it wants to pull my dick off.”
The vein beneath my cock is pulsing. My shaft flexes and I know I’m right fucking there. No. It’s too soon. I need more of her. I slow down, bury my cock in her and grind against her ass. She groans as she takes it deep. I pinch her nipple and lean in, kiss her ear and whisper to her, “You make me wanna come already, baby.”
“Yeah? You can if you want to…”
“No,” I reply. “Not yet. You first.”
Growling, I pull all the way out of her, causing her to gasp at the loss, and look down at my cock, gleaming with her virgin juices. Before the water from the shower can wash them away, I slide all of my inches back inside her and start fucking. Every stroke gets me closer and closer to the edge, but she’s not there yet, and I’m not going until she does.
It’s too hot and too good. There’s no way I can last much longer. I lean in again and nibble at her earlobe. “Come for me, baby girl. I want it. You know I want it.”