The Cocky Cage Fighter Six Book Box Set
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Spreading my thighs wide open, Linc holds them both down in a tight grip, lowers his head and then stops suddenly. I barely refrain from pushing on his shoulders, protesting the delay.
“You don’t…” Linc starts, but lowers his eyes to where his hands are stroking my thighs. “I mean…with your…profession and all…”
“Linc?” I prompt him, wishing he’d just spit it out already.
“They um, test you all the time right? Not that I think you would have anything…I just mean one of the guys could…”
Oh my God. I slap a palm over my eyes in embarrassment that we’re having this conversation right now. But I can’t really blame him since he thinks I’m practically a whore.
“That’s very...responsible of you,” I say, and have to clear the mortification from my throat. “But I’m definitely clean.”
“Sorry,” he says with a blush reddening his cheeks. “Now I’m gonna make you forget I ever asked that question.” He doesn’t waste any more time dipping his head, licking a path right along the folds of my pussy.
"Uhh!" I moan as my eyes close in bliss. My body automatically tries to buck, but Linc uses his strong hands to prevent my pelvis from moving as the tip of his tongue pokes and prods every inch of my most sensitive flesh. "Don’t stop. Please don't stop," I beg without any inhibitions as the warm pressure starts to build low and deliciously in the exact spot his mouth is working.
"Not until I make your legs shake a few times," he says against my clit, which causes an involuntary shudder to run through me. When he slips two fingers inside my pussy and his mouth closes around my swollen pulsing flesh, I lose all coherence in a string of curses that include repeating his name and God's. There's no self-consciousness whatsoever about the convulsions that rock my body or how loud I come, since it's not really me being recorded, it's Eve. Hell, even if the world knows it's me, at the moment it feels too fucking good to care. My legs definitely shake, more than once.
My eyes are still closed when I feel Linc remove my bra before mounting me, urgent and desperately, his mouth moving hot and greedy over my neck. The weight of his much larger, muscular body presses down on mine in that incredibly arousing, deliciously primal male way. It’s a position that says, I’ve got you exactly where I want you, woman, and you’re not goin’ anywhere until I’m finished fuckin’ your brains out. I make happy, approving hums until the head of his cock slips into my soaking wet entrance, causing my eyes to fly open.
"Condom?" I ask frantically, since I’m not on birth control.
"Of course, baby," he says softly before his lips come down on mine again. A little more of his cock slides inside me which is when I realize we have a problem. I haven't been with a man in...well, awhile, and he's huge. My sister who takes large cocks for a living probably wouldn't have any problem accommodating…Nessie, but me on the other hand…even dripping with arousal I can't help but wince.
"You okay?" Linc asks to which I nod in response. "You sure? Because you are...really fuckin’ tight." He pushes himself up to look at my face, forehead wrinkled, and confusion clear on his handsome face.
"I'm fine," I say, pulling his mouth back down to mine so he won’t say anything else that could give away my identity.
The longer we kiss the more relaxed I get, and the hint of pain eventually turns into all pleasure as he stretches and fills me. My hips lift to match his powerful thrusts, and when he realizes I'm getting into it he picks up the pace and really starts to fuck me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he drills into me over and over again. His cock goes deep enough to find my g-spot for maybe the first time in my entire life.
"Ah fuck you feel good," he groans. "You're close, aren't you?"
"Yes! Oh God yes!" I exclaim as my legs tense and my silky walls contract around his thickness, holding him hostage. Clinching his muscular back to hold him to my chest, and locking his hips with my thighs, I silently beg him to stay sheathed all the way inside me. Our bodies are tightly pressed together as close as physically possible as I teeter right on the edge of ecstasy. Linc rocks forward, tipping me over and then both of us are crying out and shuddering with our simultaneous releases. It’s unbelievable how our bodies were able to create such euphoria together. I suddenly understand where the term making love comes from. A few more orgasms like that and I could definitely adore and worship this man. Love him even.
"Jesus," Linc pants, resting his sweaty forehead on mine while we both begin to recover and catch our breath. “Sorry, baby. I should get you off the floor.”
“It’s okay,” I assure him as I enjoy the rolling, orgasmic aftershocks with his cock still twitching inside me.
“Not okay to fuck you on the floor,” he says, then I’m being hefted into the air, over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
“Ah!” I exclaim, still hanging upside down when his teeth unexpectedly bite into my ass cheek.
I end up lying on my side after lightly bouncing on the mattress. There’s the sound of a crinkling condom wrapper and then Linc’s right behind me. He leans over my shoulder to kiss me while filling his hand with my breast, his cock pressing hard against my ass.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he asks, swirling his tongue teasingly over my ear and giving my nipple a tug. “How many different ways I’ve fantasized about fuckin’ you?”
I’m so caught up in the seduction of his hands and mouth that it takes me a second to comprehend what he just said. He’s thought about being with my sister all those times, not me. My euphoric high starts to rapidly deflate. I’m really glad he’s behind me at the moment so he can’t see the guilt and hurt probably reflected on my face.
“If I showed you all the filthy fuckin’ things I wanna do to you, it would take a helluva lot longer than one night,” he says when his palm grips my thigh and lifts it.
“UH!” I cry out when his cock suddenly fills me from behind. It seems deeper from this angle as he drives himself into me. It feels good, but at the same time, my body isn’t used to so much sex in a short amount of time, or a cock as big as his. There’s an increasing, uncomfortable soreness between my legs, but I don’t want him to stop since it’s still pleasurable despite the pain.
This time is definitely different from the last. Linc is…fucking my brains out again, only this time my participation doesn’t seem expected or required.
“Huuh! Huuh! Huuh God!” I moan with each and every thrust as he pounds into me harder and faster, quickly working me back into a pleasure frenzy. While my orgasm rolls through me I end up faceplanting on my stomach with him on top from the amount of force he uses. He rides me like he’s trying to win first prize in the Who Can Fuck Me Harder competition against every other man I’ve ever been with. Apparently all those porn stars he thinks have fucked me over the years. Slipping a hand between me and the mattress, his fingertips rub my clit to try and bring me over again when his movements start to stagger.
“Come for me again, Eve,” he says against my ear. “Scream my name so everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you tonight.”
I gasp at his words and blink back tears. Not only had he called me Eve, but he wants me to validate his triumph in pounding my pussy better than any other man before him. Congratulations, he definitely wins. He finishes without me since my mind is now a million miles away from ecstasy. Since we first met he’s been nothing but respectful and sweet, up until minutes ago when he fucked me like the porn star he thinks I am.
Still on top of me, he lifts my hair and brushes soft, gentle kisses over the back of my neck in complete contradiction to the way he just used my body. Well, I guess the same can be said for the entire night, since he is a complete contradiction. A tear, no longer able to be contained, escapes and leaks onto the comforter.
"I'm not sure how I ended up here tonight, but bein’ with you is even better than my best fantasy."
More tears fall hearing those lies, mine and his. Does he think I don't kno
w he paid to do this? Guilt gnaws on my stomach like a burning ulcer, because I feel really bad for lying about who I am. It was one thing dancing naked for him in a club, but now, to be intimate with him for a shitload of money because he thinks I'm someone else, seems incredibly deceitful. Maybe even worse than him paying for sex with a porn star.
“Mandy?” he asks after I stay silent. I cringe hearing my sister’s name instead of my own. “Hey, are you okay?” When I don’t answer because I’m afraid my voice will shake, he lifts off of me and turns me over to face him.
"What did I do wrong to put that look on your face?" he asks, tipping my chin up to draw my gaze to his. “Oh fuck. Are you cryin’? What’s wrong, baby?”
My throat burns, threatening to spill more tears after seeing the depth of concern for me in his expression. It's such an immense contrast to the fact that he's practically made me a whore. In fact, trying to figure out these two sides of him is almost too overwhelming to handle. All I know is that this is not how I wanted to end things with him. I've done what I thought I needed to for Mandy, but it hurts that now those decisions have ruined everything that could’ve been if the two of us had met without the deceit.
"I guess...I guess you're not the man I thought you were,” I try to explain. “But then, I'm not really who you think I am, either."
Blowing out a breath he says, "What exactly have I done wrong? Are you saying I’m a shitty lover?"
I shake my head since that's the furthest thing on my mind. Being with him was amazing, well, up until the last few minutes.
"Then I have no idea what the fuck I did wrong,” he says, scanning my face, trying to figure out what it is that I’m not saying. “But if you tell me what I can to do to make it right, I will."
I simply shake my head again because there's nothing he can do to fix this. I can't tell him the truth now, and he can't undo his agreement to participate in a porno. "It's done and over, so I, um, guess I should probably go," I reply.
"Go?" he exclaims with a jerk. "Why? If you're ready to leave here then fine, let’s go. Come home with me tonight."
The sound of hope in his voice almost breaks my heart, but I don't want to be bought, and I can't keep up the lie any longer. Every second I spend with him makes the guilt weigh even heavier on me. "I know you paid a lot of money and all, but I don't think that's a good idea. This was just a one-time only deal, so we’re done."
"What the fuck are you talkin’ about?" he asks, sitting back on his knees. "Hold on. Is that the reason...is that why you brought me up here tonight? Because you think you owed me?" I don't answer him right away because I don't know how to, especially since his words aren't exactly making sense.
“No, we came up here tonight because there’s no price you wouldn’t pay to be with Eve Kelly, right? Your words, not mine.”
Linc scrubs a palm down his face and then climbs off the bed. He finds his shirt and starts pulling it over his head, and then his boxers and jeans, putting them on with jerking, angry movements. Finally, he grabs his hoodie from the floor, and then looks up at me again. "I may have been willin’ to pay any amount of money to be near you, but I didn’t expect you to fuck me for it. So you're right. You're not who I thought you were, either, because I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted to be with me."
By the end of his speech, he looks really pissed off, with a heaving chest and red flush across his ivory cheeks. He yanks the door open before walking out without so much as a backward glance, slamming it closed behind him. Tears run down both of my cheeks, because I have no idea what the hell just happened or why he’d say all that with cameras rolling. But I know one thing for sure. That's the last time I'll ever see Linc Abrams.
Chapter Nine
Linc
"Let's go," I bark to Senn as I storm past the sofa where he and the redhead are sittin’. I don't pause even a second on the way out the front door.
"Dude, what the hell?" Senn asks when he catches up to me out in the driveway. "Why are we leavin’ already?"
"Cause I need to get the fuck out of here," I say as I head for my truck.
"What happened?" he asks me after we both sit down in the dark cab.
Tightly clutchin’ the steerin’ wheel with both hands, I debate whether or not to tell him. I'm so pissed I need to get it off my chest before I break somethin’
"She fucked me."
"Wow, that's such a goddamn shame." He laughs. "How dare a sexy as hell porn star do such a thing to you? Eve is an evil, evil, woman."
"She only fucked me because she thought she owed me."
"Oh. Sorry, man. But hey, at least you got fucked."
My inner beast is furious, his ego demolished after he fucked like a champ and then found out it was all just an ordinary, nothin’ special, run-of-the-mill transaction for her. That’s right, I remind him, since it’s so easy to forget when I’m with her. She fucks men on camera for a livin’, so why did I think I was any different?
I should be happy that I know the truth about her and can move on. Her asshole manager warned me that she only fucked for money. I went off on him earlier tonight when he was talkin’ that shit. Yeah, maybe I thought about it before we met, but there's no way I would ever pay a dime to fuck her now that I know her. Apparently, she thought she still owed me from the four thousand I gave her at the strip club Friday.
Instead of bein’ relieved that I know the real Eve, or Mandy, I'm pissed. Mostly at myself. I knew somethin’ was...off with her when she was leadin’ me up the stairs in a hurry. Her mood and demeanor had shifted from flirty to insistent, and I couldn't figure her out. But then when she grabbed my cock, it sort of made thinkin’ difficult. And after my cock went into her mouth...well, I was too far gone. Now I feel like a fool for thinkin’ she wanted me. I was certain she did outside at the fight. But it was just quid-fuckin’-pro quo for her. The most fucked up thing of all is I don't regret bein’ with her, and that probably makes me an enormous asshole. Bein’ with Eve, dammit, Mandy, was beyond incredible. Best sex I've ever had and she didn't even want to fuck me! It was nothin’ more than an obligation to her, and yet, it blew my mind. At least I know the answer to the question I've been wonderin’ for years.
The real thing is even better than the fantasy.
…
Claire
Friday night after work I get sacked out in my bed, cozy in my warm flannel pajamas, indulging my pity party of one with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Boom Chocolatta. I consider holding the cold container between my legs to numb the ache, not just from overuse but because I actually miss having him inside me. Knowing that will never happen again, a few tears slip from my eyes, strays trying to catch up with their friends who evacuated as part of the mass exodus last night after Linc left Vito's house. There I was, lying naked in a strange bed after sleeping with a man for the first time, sad and dumped while being video recorded during every fucking second of the ordeal.
No matter how many times I go through the entire night over and over again, it still feels like an unfinished painting. I swear something's missing but I don't know what. How could I have been so wrong about Linc?
At the knock on my bedroom door I sit up with my back against the headboard, put down the carton of ice cream on the nightstand and swipe my fingers under my eyes to quickly dry them before answering. "Come in."
I was expecting my sister not...him.
"Get out," I tell James, who’s wearing the usual wrinkled dress clothes along with his trademarked greasy hair.
"I just wanted to tell you how pleased Vito was with your...film," he says.
Fidgeting with an unraveling blue string from the top of my comforter, I don't even have to look up at him to know that stupid smirk of his is on his face. His comment embarrassed me, just as he intended, making my cheeks burn.
"Leave," I say again.
"Vito wanted me to try and convince you to do a few more movies for him. Said he'd pay you very, very well."
"Hell no."
"Get out!" I yell at him. I’m so pissed off at the shit coming out of his mouth that my whole body is starting to shake. Instead of leaving, he comes even closer to the side of my bed.
"And the way you screamed and writhed when he was licking your pussy...mmm, mmm, hmmm." His hand comes down and grabs ahold of my calf through the comforter. He tightens his grip as he rubs his palm up to my thigh while his beady eyes stare at my breasts through my tank top. "You had all of us in the screening room stroking the fuck out of our cocks right then and there."
My stomach flips violently, but I'm frozen in place. James is not only blocking the door so that I would have to get past him to escape, but he already has his hand on me, preventing me from going anywhere. For some reason, I don't think it will help if I try to bolt. Seeing my phone next to me on the mattress, I suddenly have an idea. I pick it up and quickly dial Mason from my favorites.
"You remember our brother Mason, right? Really big MMA fighter?" I ask the asshole while the line rings, my voice only slightly shaking. "Let's see what he's up to tonight and if he wants to come over to say hello."
"Hey, sis."
I let out a sigh of relief when he thankfully answers, even though it's late. "Mason! What are you up to tonight?" I ask while narrowing my eyes at James in warning. "Want to come over and hang out with me, Mandy, and James?"
The sleazy jerk rolls his eyes before he removes his hand from me. My call to my brother accomplished my goal of getting him to finally leave my room. As soon as his ass clears the doorway, I jump up to shut and lock the door.
"Ah, you want to hang out right now? At almost midnight on a Friday night?" Mason asks. “I’m all the way up in a club in Raleigh with Senn and Nate from Havoc. Is everything okay?"
"Now it is," I tell him. "Thanks...for answering." The flood of tears return in full force.