Love Hurts

by Mandi Beck

  Pulling the sheet the rest of the way off of her, I ease back onto the bed, lying flat on my stomach, eye level with my breakfast. Inhaling deeply, I take in her scent and wish to hell I could just fucking live inside of her. Settling myself in as comfortably as I can with my painfully hard cock, I place a soft kiss to her inner thigh before sweeping my tongue right through her center, stopping to nibble lightly at her clit. Leaning back, I look at her now glistening slit and hum in appreciation. I could eat her all fucking day. She tastes so sweet and I can still smell the sex on her from the night before. It’s so goddamned hot. Putting my mouth back on her, I take my time laving and kissing, biting and blowing. It doesn’t take long before I can feel Frankie writhing beneath me. Clit pulled in between my lips, I glance up and see her gorgeous blues watching me. Smiling, I release her with a little pop.

  “Good morning. I got tired of waiting for you to wake up, so I decided to start breakfast without you.”

  “Mmmm. Well, don’t let me stop you then, baby. I know the kind of appetite you fighters work up,” she says sassily in her raspy voice, spreading her legs even wider in invitation.

  Looking back down at all that she’s offering, I run a finger over her lips and into her wet heat.

  “This pussy was made for me, Frankie. It was made for me to worship,” I breathe out over her sensitive flesh before sliding one digit in deep while I flick my tongue over her.

  She reaches down, raking her fingers over my scalp and through my long hair, pressing me tighter to her at the same time she lifts her hips up to my mouth.

  “Oh God, Deacon, I swear, you could make me come with that filthy mouth of yours,” she moans out.

  Backing away from my greedy girl, I hook my finger, pressing forward.

  “That’s kinda the point, baby,” I tell her before taking another taste.

  Panting now she says, “Your dirty talk…nobody, ooooohhhhh.” She stops talking and goes completely still to concentrate on what I’m doing for a second. “I love the things you say to me. Nobody else ever has…ahhhh, right fucking there, Deac.” Gripping my hair tighter, she grinds herself against my face, riding my tongue, exploding into my mouth.

  I don’t have time to think about what she just said—I need to be inside of her before I blow my fucking load all over myself. Not giving her any time to come down from her orgasm, I drag my lips along her thigh, up to her mouth, transferring her wetness in the process. As soon as my hips meet hers, I slam home hard until my balls are resting against her ass, thrusting deeply three times without pulling out even an inch, making her slide up the bed.

  “Fucking fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight. So. Fucking. Tight.” I punctuate the words by sliding out slowly before plunging back in hard and fast.

  “This pussy is mine, Frankie. I own it, just like it owns me.” Gritting my teeth, I press my hands to her thighs, opening her wider, making her impossibly tight pussy even tighter.

  “You came all over my tongue, now it’s time to come all over my cock, baby.” Growling out the words in between clenched teeth, I reach down and pinch her clit lightly as I enter her again.

  Gasping in pleasure, Frankie arches her back, all of her seeking my touch. I can feel as she pulses underneath the thumb pressed against her clit. Breaths coming out in bursts past her swollen lips before catching when I slide high and deep, clearly hitting her sweet spot.

  “That’s it, baby, that’s the spot, huh? Come for me, I wanna feel it all over my cock while I’m buried inside of you.”

  Body bowed taut, head thrown back, she whimpers, “Deacon, I’m so close, so fucking close. You make me feel so good. I need you to fuck me, please. Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Motherfucker! Frankie talking dirty is something I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Her words go straight to my cock and I lose all control. I’m lucky that she’s so close because one more word past those fucking lips and I’m done.

  “You want dirty? You want me to fuck you so good that even when we’re done, you’ll still feel me deep in your tight, wet, beautiful pussy? Hmmm, is that what you want, baby? I’ll make sure that every time you move, you’ll be reminded that I was inside of you. Making you feel out of control, to the point that my classy as fuck girl was begging me to fuck her dirty.” My whole body is on fire, aching with the need to finish.

  Removing my thumb from her clit, I bring it up, pressing it into her mouth, groaning as she wraps her lips around it, skimming the roughened pad with her teeth before I remove it on a tortured hiss.

  Pulling out of her, I place my hands on her waist, stopping her from following my cock with her greedy, little pussy.

  “Roll over, Princess. I want that ass up in the air,” I command roughly as I take a firm hold of my cock, pumping it as I watch her maneuver to her knees. I will never get enough of her, enough of this.

  As soon as she is on all fours, she looks back at me over her shoulder, wiggling her ass from side to side.

  “Like this, Deac?” she asks, her voice husky with need.

  “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

  Moving into position behind her, I glide my hands up the backs of her thighs, over the perfectly rounded globes of her ass, squeezing once before continuing across her back and the delicate lines of her ink until I reach her shoulders, pushing down on them until her chest is flat against the bed. Brushing the hair off of her face, I place one hand at Frankie’s nape holding her there as I lean over, running my nose along her jaw, causing her breathing to come out in little, excited puffs. Making my way to her ear, I nip her lobe.

  “I’m taking it. It’s mine to dirty up; no one else’s,” I growl low in my throat. “No one fucking else’s,” I say again as I sit up straight and align myself with her opening.

  Entering her just enough to tease us both, I stop,

  “Tell me, Frankie. Give me what I need to hear,” I rough out, feeling my control slipping as she pulses around the head of my cock.

  “It’s yours, Deacon, I’m yours. You’ve completely wrecked m—”“

  I can’t even let her finish, her words have me so fucking twisted. Flexing my fingers against the soft skin of Frankie’s nape, I bring my other hand around to her clit, effectively holding her in place while I slam into her. Setting a punishing pace that I know is going to leave her sore, I circle her nub just as quickly until I feel her tighten like a vice around me, her legs trembling violently before they give out, giving me the approval I need to dirty her up just like I promised.

  Slowly I release my hold on her neck to bring myself down over her, resting my weight on my arms. I kiss her shoulder and smile as she shudders letting out a soft, satisfied sigh. Out of breath from our climax and with me still buried deep inside, I affect her with a simple kiss. I can’t put words to how that affects me.

  Kissing her one last time, I roll away from her reluctantly, just as my phone starts ringing. It’s gotta be one of my brothers wondering where the fuck I am. I snag it off the nightstand and swipe my finger over Mav’s goofy looking face at the same time I hook an arm around Frankie, dragging her close to me. I know that our time alone is coming to an end, and I just want to enjoy the feel of her against me for a little longer.

  “I know, Mav, I’ll be there soon,” I say in way of greeting.

  “Soon? Motherfucker you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago,” he barks at me.

  I knew I was going to catch hell, but smelling the sex lingering in the room, on the two of us, I couldn’t really give a shit less. I can’t say any of that to Mav though. I’m not sure how the Princess wants to out us. Then I’m pulled back to the conversation that my brother has just now realized he is having with himself.

  “Yo, Deacon! You there, bro? I said that Sonny and Pop are about to lose their shit. You know you have weigh-in today, right?”

  Sighing deeply “Yes, Maverick, I know. Tell them I’m jumping in the shower now and I’ll be there.”

  “Yeah, do that. You come in here sme
lling like cheap perfume and pussy and Pop is gonna have your ass,” he warns. Laughing even though I know he’s one hundred percent correct, I can’t help but cave just a little and tell him smugly,

  “Ain’t nothing cheap about it, brother.” Before disconnecting and leaving him wondering.

  Looking down, I see that she has fallen asleep again curled into my side. I would give anything to be able to stay in bed all day with her but I know there’s no way. Brushing the hair from her forehead, I put my lips to the skin I’ve exposed, murmuring her name in between light kisses trying to wake her.

  Groaning in displeasure, she opens her eyes and glares up at me.

  “I prefer the other way you have of waking me much better,” she pouts.

  “Trust me, baby, I do too but I missed gym time and I’m pretty sure that if I don’t get my ass in gear, Sonny will be breaking down the door.”

  “Ooooh, you’re going to be in so much trouble!” she jokes.

  And then it hits her that it’s not just any gym time. We’re the day before the fight. Sitting up straight, almost head-butting me in the process, “Deacon, please tell me that you did not miss your fucking weigh-in? They’ll kill you!” She’s a bit panicked now, which is cute.

  Not even for her would I miss a weigh-in. It’s disrespectful to your opponent and to the Commission.

  “Come on now, Princess, you know better than that,” I tease while openly staring at her tits.

  Snapping her fingers in front of my nose, “What time is the weigh-in?”

  Folding my arms behind my head, I go back to ogling her fuck hot body, noticing the patches of beard burn I’ve left behind on her sensitive skin. My cock is literally still wet from being inside of her and I’m ready to go again. She has no clue what she does to me. None. How in the fuck did I go this long without being with her like this? There is no turning back for me. She’s my forever, my motherfucking end game. I’m done. The Princess owns me, and pussy that I am, I couldn’t be happier about it. I feel invincible right now.

  “I have to be at the Convention Center by four, I think, and then the press conference right after.”

  Glancing at the time on the cable box, I groan.

  “Fuck. I have to jump in the shower and get my ass to the gym or Sonny really is going to come for me.”

  Smiling down at me, she places a soft kiss on my lips, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. Hers are so fucking blue they’re almost white.

  “I would offer to wash your back, but we’d never get out of here. I’m going to use my bathroom.” Kissing me once more, she hops out of bed completely naked and sashays her sweet ass out of the room.

  Grabbing a hold of my cock, stroking over it once, I contemplate following her until my phone starts ringing again, making the choice for me. Ignoring the call, I go straight for my shower.

  I’m tugging a shirt over my head when she enters my room wearing the jeans from last night and a Deacon “The Hitman” Love shirt, the collar ripped out of it so that it hangs off her shoulder, exposing the swirling ink there and her black bra strap. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

  Leaning against the door frame, arms crossed under her tits causing my name to pull tight across them, she snorts as delicately as one can while snorting, and shakes her head at me, gesturing in my direction with her chin.

  “Nice shirt, Deac. You ass.” She’s laughing now.

  Brushing a hand down the front of my black t-shirt that reads “Just The Tip, I Promise…” in vintage barbershop letters, I feign hurt.

  “You don’t like it? I bought it just for you.”

  I give her a knowing smirk and watch as the heat my words cause creeps across her skin. I love making her blush. It’s not just her cheeks that go all pink, it’s her whole body and it’s sexy as hell.

  Before she can say anything more, her phone starts playing some weird ass song from where it sits on my dresser. Watching her walk over to it, I raise a curious brow that she’s either pretending she doesn’t see or she just isn’t going to indulge my ass. Slipping my feet into my chucks and grabbing a hoodie from my closet, I try not to eavesdrop but can’t help the rush of jealousy when I hear her say, “Goodbye, Cristiano.”

  “What did he want, Frankie?” I bite out.

  I know that I need to reel my shit in because she’s not gonna put up with me barking shit at her because I’m all ass hurt that he called.

  Now she’s the one with the raised eyebrows.

  “I have a class that he can’t teach and he just wanted to make sure that I didn’t forget about it. Usually I’m there whether he’s helping out or not, but clearly this morning I’m not. He was concerned.” She’s talking to me like one would a bratty kid, which I probably deserve.

  Concerned, my ass. Fucker is keeping tabs and getting a little too used to having her around all the time. Why is he staying? As far as I can tell, Frankie is at full strength and doesn’t need him anymore. Unless she’s not telling me something.

  “You feeling okay? Your ribs still bothering you, your head?”

  Shit, did I hurt her? I never even thought about her still being sore.

  “Nope. I’m good.” Smiling reassuringly, she comes over and loops her arms around my neck, going up on her tiptoes. I meet her halfway and let her kiss away my concern.

  Before things get too heated, she pulls away, gazing up at me through her lashes, looking as dazed by the power behind our kiss as I feel. She drops back down to her heels, “Come on, baby, we gotta go before I beg you to do filthy things to me again.” The need for those filthy things coming through in her husky voice.

  Groaning up at the ceiling in frustration, “Keep saying shit like that and you’re gonna get fucked, Princess.”

  Standing off to the side of the stage waiting for them to call my name, I search the crowd for Frankie. She’s here with Guy somewhere. Knowing him, they’re in the front row or close to it. Finally spotting them, I just watch and wait for her to feel me looking at her. I hadn’t been sure if she was going to be here tonight, since I didn’t see her after we got to the gym this morning. She had her class and I had my asshole brothers riding my ass for being late. I’d meant to ask her, but I’m so used to Frankie just being at these things anyways it slipped my mind. This relationship shit is fucking tricky. I’ve never been in one, so she has a lot to teach my slow ass. Letting my eyes travel over her, I can feel my cock getting heavy. Great, just what I fucking need before I drop trou in front of thousands of people. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been semi hard getting weighed in, but if I’m not careful, I’ll be sporting full wood. Adjusting myself in my track pants, I just stare at my girl. She’s changed out of her “Hitman” shirt. Her hair is down and wavy, the lights in the auditorium casting a halo over the long, platinum strands. She has on this low-cut, white top that I’m pretty sure is lace underneath a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up revealing her delicate wrists covered in bracelets. I can see that she has on jeans, but I can’t tell what she has on her feet, but I know I’m gonna want to fuck her in nothing but whatever they are later. All of a sudden I’ve developed a fucking shoe fetish. This train of thought isn’t helping with my hard on even a little bit. Making my way back up to her face, our eyes meet. I mouth, “You look hot as fuck,” winking at her.

  The smile that spreads across her face is contagious, and before I know it, I’m standing there like an asshole, hand on my cock and a dopey fucking smile on my face. Shaking my head at myself, I chuckle and give her my, “You’re so getting fucked later” smirk before turning away to listen to what my pop and Sonny are saying to me.

  When the emcee calls my name, the room explodes into applause, catcalls, and screaming. Smiling and waving as I step onto the stage with Mav, I nod at the men waiting to weigh me in and pose me with Tamasino for the pictures, completely ignoring the bikini-clad chicks lining the wall. I’ve fucked too many of the ring girls here to feel comfortable even making eye contact with any of them knowing Frankie’s
in the same room. Standing to the side of the scale, I toe off my shoes and bend to yank off my socks, handing them to Mav before giving him my hat and “Just the Tip” shirt, leaving my pants for last since I’m still more than semi hard. Once I’m down to nothing but my black boxer briefs, my hard on, and my ink, I take a deep breath and step onto the scale. Being a heavyweight fighter, I have to stay under 265, which isn’t a problem for me, but it’s all still pretty nerve wracking.

  “Two hundred and forty pounds,” the guy manning the scale announces.

  Flexing once for the cameras, I hop off the scale and go over to where Mav is holding my clothes to wait on Tam to get weighed. Leaving my shirt off for the pictures with Tamasino, I look over to see Mav looking at me in amusement.

  “What?”

  “Way to rock out with your cock out, Deac.”

  Shrugging, I take the coconut water that he offers me since I hadn’t been able to drink anything before the weigh in and it’s important to stay hydrated for tomorrow. Handing it back to him, I watch as Tam gets on the scale, a fierce looking scowl on his ugly mug.

  Shaking hands with Derek Elliott, the President and founder of the Elite Warriors Federation, I lean in so that I’m able to hear him when he starts speaking, welcoming me back and wishing me luck. Thanking him, I turn and wait for “The Devil” to get his bitch ass dressed. Finally he comes over to where we’re standing and he’s still got his tough guy face on. Laughing at him, I give him my sexy smile, the one I reserve for the ladies and guys who think they’re scary, and raise my fists for the picture.

  “Tam, my man, what’s the matter?”

  I get nothing, just a deeper frown.

  Shaking my head, I clap him on the back and turn toward the cameraman for one last shot before Tamasino is stalking off the stage.

  I look over at Mav, taking my shirt from him, and we just shrug our shoulders at his douchebaggery.

  “Sand in his vagina, brother?” I ask Mav, not able to hold back the shit eating grin.