by Unknown
“Answer me, baby.” After a moment when she was able to catch her breath she nodded her response. Reaching between their bodies he aligned himself at her entrance. She thought he would ease their suffering and just shove right into her, especially now that she gave in, but instead he pushed the head in slowly, and continued the same momentum. Her pussy stretched around his girth, and it made the whole situation hotter when he placed his hands by her head, lifted up slightly, and stared at where their bodies were connecting.
“Your pussy is stretched so wide around me, baby.” The sight of him closing his eyes, of his muscular arms shaking from the force it was taking him hold himself above her and to go slowly, had her lifting up her hips and causing another inch to slip into her. He growled low and snapped his eyes up to hers. “Fuck, Izzy, don’t move.” He audibly swallowed. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I need to take you slow, or I’ll be a fucking animal with you.” A stilled moment passed between them before he spoke again. “And believe me, Izzy, I want to ram my cock so hard into your cunt that I can’t even see straight.”
Panting from the exhilaration of his words she said, “I want you to be an animal, Brock. I don’t want you to hold anything back.” God, she had never meant anything more than what she said right now.
And just like that he snapped. He shoved the rest of his cock into her so fast and hard tears of pleasure/pain filled her, and the momentum shoved her up the bed. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes when he bottomed out. This is what she wanted though, what she had asked for.
“You ready for me?”
“God, yes.” Closing her eyes and baring her throat, her mouth parted when he started to really fuck her. His hips slammed so hard against her that sparks of intense pleasure rocketed through her clit. Her body kept moving up the bed, and so he placed a hand on shoulder to keep her stationary.
“So. Fucking. Good.” His voice was distorted and sounded nothing like the Brock she knew.
Forcing her eyes open to watch the ecstasy morph her fighter’s face, she had a visual orgasm at the sight of his muscles straining and tensing, of his hips thrusting back and forth, and of the gruff, almost unnatural sounds coming from him. Her orgasm came on strong and hard, stealing her voice and her vision as it claimed her.
****
Brock stared in awe as Izzy’s breasts bounced from the force of his thrusting.
“Oh God. It hurts so good.” Her words came out on a moan as she came around his cock, but he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet, not even close.
“Baby, I love when you say those filthy things.” He slammed into her again and again, bottoming out in her pussy, and then pulling almost totally out. Over and over he did this, feeling the sweat fall down his temples.
Brock didn’t hold off any longer. He was barely leashing in his control as it was. Taking hold of her clit between his fingers, he rolled the nub around until it became so engorged he knew she’d come again. “Just once more, Izzy. Give it to me one more time.”
Her cunt was pink and glistening, and her clit stood out begging him for more attention. She thrashed her head back and forth on the mattress, and just like that she came for him again. He wanted to follow her into oblivion, but he held off for just a moment longer. When she sighed and relaxed into the bed he slowed his thrusting, and then pulled out. Before she could say anything he flipped her around, shoved a pillow under her hips, and spread her ass cheeks. Her asshole was smooth and pink, and although he wasn’t the kind of man that liked rimming, he wanted to taste every part of her. Holding her ass apart, he started licking the tight, clean hole. She smelled like his soap everywhere, and a moan left him. Her ass was tight, and when he penetrated her just slightly a gasp left her. “It’s okay.” He murmured against her damp flesh. Brock’s cock throbbed, and he pressed his hips further into the mattress, dry humping the bed to ease some of the ache that settled in his balls and all the way through his shaft.
He eased off, but didn’t stop licking her. He didn’t want to scare her, but definitely wanted to claim ass. He imagined himself fucking her, feeling the ultra-tight muscles of her anus clench around him until he came so hard everything went black. The only problem was, would she give him this part of her?
Chapter Seven
Izzy shook as Brock continued to run his tongue along her with abandon. Never had she had someone touch her back there before, let alone with their tongue, but the taboo actions had her wanting more despite the fact she had gotten off twice already. His tongue thrust in and out of her, and she couldn’t believe him doing something like that could be so pleasurable.
“Will you let me back here, Izzy?”
He emphasized his point by flattening his tongue and running it along her anus. The sheet beneath her mouth grew moist from her increased breathing. Would she let him have anal with her? Could she handle something so big inside of her ass? It wasn’t something she had ever done before, but it was also something she wanted to experience with him.
“I’ll go easy and slow, make it so fucking good for you.” He licked her again and again. “Just tell me this is okay.” His hands tightened on the mounds of her ass. “And if not, that’s okay, too, baby.” He palmed her bottom, massaged the globes, and had her skin heating within seconds. Could she actually allow him to do this? The answer was simple … yes.
“I want you everywhere.” How strange things had escalated as fast and powerful as they had. The hard slap to her ass had a pleasurable gasp leaving her. The bed dipped when he moved off, but Izzy was too far gone to open her eyes and see what he was doing. Moments later he was back behind, had her ass cheeks spread, and cool wetness from the lube slid down the crease of her bottom.
“You ready for me?” His words were low, but filled with so much promise. She nodded, and that was all he needed, because in the next second the thick crest of his shaft was pushing into her anus. The lube he used helped ease his way into her unused hole, but it didn’t stop the burning pain of his huge cock filling her. When he was past the tight ring of muscle it was like she opened up, and he slide all the way in. She felt her eyes widen and her mouth part at having his cock deep in her ass.
“That’s it, Izzy, take all of me.” His hands were vise-like on her ass, squeezing the mounds to the point she knew there would be finger sized bruises. She wanted his marks on her, wanted him to claim her like no one else had. He pulled out slowly until just the tip was lodged in her ass, and then he pushed back inside just as agonizingly easy. He did this over and over, until Izzy found herself thrusting back, wanting him to really take her like he meant it. A hard slap to her ass had her movements stilling. A look over her shoulder showed a hard mask on his face. Izzy watched sweat drip down his hard, toned chest, followed each individual bead with her eyes like everything depended on it. Their eyes locked, and he increased his speed. Soon he was fucking her with abandon, giving it all to her so she was forced to reach up, grip the slates of the headboard, and hold on. Her breasts bounced from his hard thrusts, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together filled the room. The noise wasn’t off-putting, and instead had her pussy becoming soaked again, and her inner muscles clenching hard around him.
“Fuck, yeah.” He slapped first her right ass cheek and then her left. “Do it again, baby. Squeeze my fucking dick.”
A wave of pleasure slammed into her, taking her breath and having her moan out. She did what he said, and they both moaned. She never would have thought anal sex could be so pleasurable. Reaching around her body and finding her clit, he pinched the tiny bundle of nerves between his fingers. Lights flashed behind her closed lids, and just like that she came again. Her body shook from the pleasure, and she took comfort in the all-consuming ecstasy that stole her very sanity. God, three orgasms in less than an hour. He must be determined to kill her before the night was over with
“Brock.” His name came out of her in a groan. He placed his big hand on the center of her back and continued to push into her and pull back
out. He slid his other hand up her sweaty back and stopped at the nape of her neck. For several seconds he held her immobile, but then he moved that hand to the front, gripped her throat in a loose hold, and thrust into her several more times before stilling. He came long and hard, shuddering behind her as he emptied himself. His words were sharp like broken glass, and another shiver wracked her already exhausted body. He pulled out of her, and she immediately collapsed on the bed. Limbs feeling weightless, pussy and ass still clenching, and mind in Elysium, Izzy let an ecstasy-filled smile flitter over her mouth. The sound of running water pierced the fog in her brain, and she forced her eyes open and watched Brock step out of the bathroom with a rag. Too weak to ask what he was doing, her unspoken question was answered when he knelt before her and gently cleaned between her thighs. The warm wetness soothed her deliciously sore body, and a content sigh left her.
“How do you feel, baby?” He moved onto the bed and lay beside her. Brock wrapped his thick arm around her waist and moved her so she was on her side with her back nestled to his chest.
“I feel used, but in a very, very good way.”
His chuckle had low vibrations coming from his chest and moving through her back.
“I think you might have broken my cock.” Despite her tiredness she burst out laughing. “No, really. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get a hard-on again, but in a good way, too.” He started laughing as well.
“You’re such a liar.” She wriggled her ass against him and felt the answering growth of his shaft. “See.” Her smile was stretched wide across her face.
“All right, all right, but it only has this kind of reaction to you.” Brushing away the hair from the back of her neck, he placed a kiss at her nape. “Go on, baby, get some sleep.” Her eyes were heavy, so doing what he said was an easy feat. But before she drifted off she worried about how things would be when the sun rose.
****
The rising sun streamed through the window, and she blinked several times. Sweat had since dried on her body, and the sticky residue of it had a smile forming on her lips. Memories of the night before filled her body, and when she stretched the answering soreness cemented the fact she hadn’t been dreaming. Muscles she didn’t even know existed protested at the act. Brock lay beside her on his back, his deep even breathing the only noise that filled the room. A heavily muscled arm was thrown over his eyes, and she noticed for the first time he had a tattoo on the underside of his bicep. It was a raven holding a yellow flower in its claws with two dates of script written underneath. The first thing that came to mind was a memorial of some kind, possibly a birth date and death date.
“My mom passed away last year from cancer.” Brock’s voice was sleepy as he answered her unspoken question.
She snapped her eyes at his face. For a moment all she did was stare into his grey eyes. The only death she had experienced in her life was of her grandfather passing away, but she had been a child when she found out, and clearly it hadn’t had the impact on her as it did the others around her.
“I’m sorry.”
He dropped his arm and moved onto his side so he was now facing her. She scooted back and covered her mouth with a hand. His brows knitted in confusion.
“It’s morning.” He frowned, and she couldn’t help but smile, even if he couldn’t see her. “I have morning breath and all of that.” His grin was instant, and he chuckled. She was glad she could make him smile after bringing up the death of his mother. She knew he was only thirty, and so to lose his mother at his age must have meant she had been young. At twenty-five Izzy may not get along with her parents, and disagree on certain things, but she would have been lost without them.
He twisted his arm enough that she could see the tattoo again. He ran a finger along the bird and then the flower. “The raven was her favorite bird, and yellow was her favorite color.” He ran his finger along the dates right below it. “This was her birthday, and the day she died.”
“I am so sorry, Brock.” She reached out, needing to comfort him in some way. Placing her hand on his, she knew it wasn’t anything much, but she hoped he knew how truly sorry she was. “It must have been devastating for you.”
A flicker of sadness washed across his face, and he looked away. He placed his hand on his chest, right over his heart, and stared at the ceiling. “It was a very quick illness, took her in a month’s time. I made sure she knew how much we loved her, and that everything would be okay.” He turned his head and looked at her. “That’s one of the reasons I took the opportunity to move to Ohio. Being in Chicago made it too hard. Everything I saw reminded me of her.” He smiled and turned back to his side.
“What about your dad?” It wasn’t really her business, but if he was opening up to her about this, maybe it would make him feel better?
“Deserted my mom when he found out she was pregnant with me. It’s just been her and me from the beginning.” A smile lifted his face and washed away the sadness. She knew he was thinking of a wonderful memory of her.
“You’re doing okay now, though?” He seemed so in control, but she knew people could be masters at hiding how they really felt.
“There are days I still feel like it was just yesterday that she passed away, but I start thinking about the good memoires and not hold onto the bad ones. It took me a long time to get there, though.” He continued to stare at the ceiling. “She would have really liked you.” Brock turned and looked at her then. Lifting his hand he ran the pad of his thumb along her cheek. She couldn’t keep her eyes open at the tenderness in his touch.
“I would have loved to meet her. She must have been a phenomenal woman to raise a son like you.” She opened her eyes, and in that one moment she felt more connected to him than she ever had to a single human being.
“She hated that I fought, but knew it was my passion. Despite her scowls every time she saw me right after training, she told me she was proud that I was doing what I loved. She was very understanding and accepting of everything in life.”
The way he spoke of his mom, with so much love, brought tears to her eyes. “What was her name?”
“Daisy.”
“It’s a beautiful name.” He nodded and leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Brock pulled her close, and she closed her eyes as comfort washed through her. There were no awkward morning-after feelings, and for that she was grateful. He shared a little bit about himself and life, and even if this was ended up being a once in a lifetime kind of thing, she would never forget it. It wouldn’t be a bad memory, but one that would always have warmth settling in her chest. She snuggled into his chest, breathed in his very woody and citrusy scent, and let a blissful sigh escape.
“Izzy?” The sound of his beating heart lulled her back to sleep.
“Hmm?”
He ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing, intimate manner. “This wasn’t just a one-night stand, yeah?”
Opening her eyes and tilting her head to look at him, she didn’t know what to say at first.
“I don’t want it to be one at least.”
There was so much vulnerability on his face, so much hope that there was no way she would have denied him anything, even if she had wanted to, which of course she didn’t. Besides, she wanted so much more with him.
“I want you to know that. I‘ve also noticed you, always seen something special in you. I’ve wanted you for a long time now, and that when I told you I wanted you it was never about just sex.”
Her heart picked up speed at his words. She didn’t hesitate when she said, “I want more, too, Brock. I don’t want this to just be a one-night stand either.”
He didn’t smile or say anything. He pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head, and she let herself fall into a content, blissful sleep. It had started as a little harmless sex, but ended in a way she never thought possible. Her fierce fighter wanted more with her, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
****
The smell of testosterone and
sweat filled the huge warehouse that had been converted into a training center. Izzy never thought that particular hormone could have a smell, but as soon as she stepped into Brock’s training facility that was exactly what she scented. It was a wild scent, one that that had her skin tightening as she realized exactly how female she was amongst all of this muscle. Huge men were scattered all around. Some of them slammed their fists into punching bags, their movements rapid and focused. Others were on blue mats sparring with other half-naked men. There were two boxing rings set up in the center of the facility. The fighters’ movements were quick and coordinated. A big older man shouted something at two guys sparring. The curse words were aplenty in the gym, but Izzy wasn’t shy when it came to that, especially after working at a sex shop.
The man that had just been barking out orders turned and his gaze stopped on them. He made his way over, stopped in front of Brock to clap him on the back, and then smiled down at her.
“Izzy, I presume?” He held his hand out, and she reached for it. It was a firm handshake, but she could tell from his huge, muscular size that he was holding back. “I’m Harlond, and I train these assholes.” Despite the insult Izzy could tell he had affection for them in the way he said it and the smile that covered his face. “Brock told he’d be bringing his girl over for some training.” He took a step back and eyed her. “You’re a little thing, but I think you’ve got a lot more fire in you than you let on.” He gave her a wink, tilted his chin in Brock’s direction, and headed away.
Izzy had been called a lot of things, but “little thing” had never been one of them. Of course she supposed compared to men towering over six feet, and having stacks upon stacks of muscle on their bodies, anyone would be little compared to them. After she woke up from her morning nap with Brock still wrapped around her, he had declared she needed to learn a little self-defense. It had been so random and sudden that all she had been able to do was blink at him.
After she had processed what he was getting at he must have seen her apprehension because he said, “I can’t always be there, and I want to know that you can kick some douche-bag’s ass.”