FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle

by Scarlet MMA, Simone

  She gave him a quick, chaste peck on the lips.

  “There,” smiling triumphantly, Cassie dropped back down onto the soles of her feet. “Your kiss, sir.”

  Magnus laughed wolfishly.

  “You call that a kiss?” He laughed.

  Cassie’s cheeks burned red.

  “Yo, Mr. Thompson,” Magnus turned his head, and grinned devilishly at Cassie’s eager husband. “Mind if I take a real kiss from your wife?”

  Rich blinked – as if he wasn’t sure he was entirely comfortable with the direction this ‘meet-and-greet’ was taking…

  But then again, he’d said it himself. This was Magnus-fucking Bjorn!

  Rich turned to Cassie.

  “You okay with giving him a kiss, kiss?”

  Cassie snorted, her cheeks turning red. Then she saw the look in her husband’s eyes, and realized he was serious.

  And then she giggled, thinking how wild and crazy it would be to actually kiss this famous MMA fighter.

  “O-okay,” she giggled nervously, and looked up into Magnus’ steely blue eyes. She puckered her lips, ready for a kiss.

  Magnus lifted her up in his arms, and pressed his mouth wetly against hers.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Woah,” Rich gasped, as he watched this 6’9” giant pick his wife up off the floor, and crush his mouth on hers.

  “Mmmmmph!” Cassie mumbled, and then swooned in Magnus’ enormous arms.

  Magnus wasn’t screwing about. The moment Rich had given permission; he was already plotting how to go in for the kill – as if he was wrestling back in the cage. He knew he had to get this kiss just right; because if he did, the pretty blonde wife would be his.

  So, like a relentless predator, he literally scooped Cassie off the floor, and devoured her.

  His lips crushed hers, and his tongue forced her mouth open. For a second, Cassie’s eyes shot open wide and he felt her go tense in his arms… But then the overpowering passion of the kiss overwhelmed her, and Cassie melted into it and her whole body went limp in Magnus’ arms.

  He grinned, relentlessly making out with this little blonde wife. She tasted delicious, and the way her body writhed in his arms was incredibly exciting.

  Eventually, reluctantly, Magnus pulled his mouth away and licked the taste of Cassie from his lips.

  She hung limply in his arms – looking up at Magnus with a drunken smile on her bruised lips. Her eyes were wide. She was totally helpless to his desires now.

  If Cassie’s husband hadn’t been in the room, Magnus would have thrown Cassie onto the daybed in the corner and fucked her right then and there – and she’d have begged for it.

  But situations like this were like the final moments of a cage match – they required subtlety and strategy.

  With Cassie still hanging limply in his arms, Magnus turned to her astonished-looking husband and grinned: “You want to take another photo?”

  “I-I… I’m not sure that’s the sort of photo I’d be okay showing other people…” Rich stammered.

  Magnus grinned. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Rich’s cheeks burned red.

  Mewling like a kitten, Cassie sighed as Magnus gently lowered her to her unsteady feet. She swayed from side to side when she landed – drunk not just on vodka any more, but also Magnus’ overwhelming masculinity.

  Magnus just stood there, grinning proudly. He put his hands on his hips, and turned to face the young couple.

  And that’s when they saw it.

  Emerging from his terry-cloth robe, like a thick, knotted length of Norwegian oak, was Magnus’ enormous erection.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Oh, my!”

  Cassie clamped her hand over her mouth and gasped when she saw it.

  Sticking out of Magnus’ robe was his cock.

  It was rock-hard, and thick, and veiny – as long and girthy as a man’s forearm, with a fist-shaped head the color of a ripe plum.

  It was both the most magnificent – and terrifying – thing that Cassie had ever seen in her life.

  And her husband was stunned too.

  “Oh, yes, this,” Magnus grinned proudly, gesturing down to his magnificent erection. “Your wife is a very sexy woman. It’s an entirely normal reaction, no?”

  “I…” Rich stammered.

  “Erm…” Cassie blinked.

  Magnus’ smile widened. He nearly had them. Both of them.

  “Everything about me is large,” the Norwegian grinned, standing there shamelessly displaying his turgid manhood. “What’s the matter, though? You haven’t ever seen one this big before?”

  Rich and Cassie exchanged nervous glances.

  Magnus laughed good-naturedly. Then his steely eyes narrowed and he turned to Cassie with a wolfish grin.

  “I’ll tell you what, pretty lady,” Magnus offered. “Why don’t you touch it?”

  “Wh-what?” Cassie blinked.

  Magnus’ smile widened.

  “Touch it,” he ordered.

  And, like a robot, Cassie found herself taking a step forward, and reaching out her slender hand, and curling it around the massive, throbbing shaft of Magnus’ enormous dick.

  “Oh, my,” she repeated, stunned by the contrast of the thick, throbbing, rock-hard stiffness, sheathed beneath smooth, soft, velvet-like skin. She instinctively stroked her little hand up and down the shaft, marveling at its thickness, and Magnus groaned in pleasure as she did so.

  “Cassie!” Rich’s eyes were wide.

  It was like his wife was suddenly snapped out of a dream. Cassie’s eyes widened, and she realized she was standing there, with her breasts hanging out, giving a hand-job to a man she’d only met fifteen minutes earlier.

  “Oh, my God!” She sprang back, releasing Magnus’ huge cock like it was burning hot. Which wasn’t that far from the truth.

  “I-I think we really should be going now,” Rich nervously reached for Cassie’s hand, and they both backed towards the door.

  “Nonsense,” Magnus boomed, and they both stopped.

  Nervously, like gazelle cornered by a lion, the young couple turned to face the towering Norwegian.

  Magnus just stood there, hands on his hips, massive cock pointing angrily at them both.

  “Neither of you are going anywhere,” the big man growled.

  It wasn’t a threat. It was a statement. And the moment he said it, Rich and Cassie both froze and gave each other anxious glances.

  “I don’t normally offer such personal attention during meet-and-greets,” Magnus explained wolfishly, taking a menacing step forward. “But I like you two. And from the look of your wife’s nipples, and that bulge in front of your pants, Mr. Thompson, you like me too.”

  The smile widened.

  “So why don’t you both step on over here, and I’ll send you back home with a real memory to savor.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Magnus might have been one of the most dangerous MMA fighters in history, but he was a master of psychology as well and combat.

  He’d read Cassie and Rich the moment they came into his dingy dressing room, and he’d anticipated this moment. He knew that with the right tone, and the right combination of hormones and alcohol running through their veins, they’d be his.

  All it would take would be the right tone of voice, at the right moment.

  “Step on over here,” he repeated sharply – and the young, married couple obeyed instantly.

  Cassie and Rich stepped forward and stood beneath the shadow of the towering Norwegian. He grinned as he looked down at them, and shrugged off his robe casually as he did so.

  The terry cloth slipped off Magnus’ shoulders, and fell into a heap around his ankles.

  He stood there, towering over the two fans, absolutely naked.

  “Oh, God,” Rich gasped.

  Magnus grinned.

  He knew he had an impressive physique. Wrestlers of old, like Andre the Giant, had been bigger than him – but untrained. Th
ey’d been mostly fat, hanging off a larger-than-normal skeleton.

  Magnus, on the other hand, trained like a smaller man.

  Using power-lifting tactics, and bodybuilding techniques, he’d turned his intimidating 6’9” frame into that of a literal Scandinavian God. Huge shoulders. A chest like a bull. A flat, firm stomach and narrow hips.

  He was magnificent.

  And the way Rich and Cassie were looking up at him was almost like worship.

  “Go on,” Magnus’ eyes flicked between the awestruck couple, and his huge erection, bobbing up and down in front of him. “Touch it.”

  And so they did.

  Hands trembling, Cassie reached up and curled her fingers around Magnus’ impressive shaft. Almost immediately, she started stroking it up and down; and Magnus groaned in pleasure as she did so.

  But then, to his surprise, Rich reached up as well!

  Magnus’ smile widened as he watched Cassie’s husband nervously reach over and curl one his own hands around the root of Magnus’ magnificent dick; and reach with the other to cradle the Norwegian’s heavy, goose-egg sized balls.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” Magnus groaned, as he felt four hands gently massaging his cock. “That’s what I needed tonight.”

  Cassie and Rich both looked at each other, as if to wordlessly ask: “Is this really happening?” And then they turned to look up expectantly at Magnus; as if to ask for further instructions.

  And Magnus would have been happy to provide them – except at that moment there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door, and without answering, it opened.

  Magnus’ trainer, Rex, poked his head through the door and asked: “Hey, Boss, are you ready to…”

  Those words died on his lips.

  Stunned, Rex peered in at what was unfolding. His towering boss, stark naked, with his cock rearing from between his legs like a smooth length of polished hardwood.

  And the nice, young, married couple he’d arranged a 15-minute meet-and-greet with were standing there, massaging it.

  Rex blinked.

  “I-I’ll come back later,” he promised – and then pulled the door shut behind him with a soft ‘click.’

  Stunned, Rich and Cassie both turned back to Magnus, and nervously looked up at the towering Norwegian.

  Magnus snorted derisively.

  “My car’s probably waiting,” he shrugged. “We’d better make this quick.” And then, grinning wolfishly, he ordered: “Get out of your fucking clothes.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cassie’s head swam.

  What the hell was happening?

  Twenty minutes earlier, she and Rich had been led into this dressing room, expecting some nice chit-chat with a famous MMA fighter, and a bag full of signed merchandize.

  Now, with trembling fingers, she was unbuckling the belt of her jeans, and pulling off her tank-top.

  And, standing next to her, her husband was doing the same thing – stripping naked in front of a complete stranger.

  “That’s right,” Magnus was grinning, watching Rich and Cassie strip. “Come on, hurry up.”

  Moments later, the drunken young couple was standing there completely naked.

  Magnus looked down at them and licked his lips.

  Cassie was stunning. A slender, pale blonde, she had a nice, pert ass with cheeks just plump enough to each sit in the palm of one of Magnus’ huge hands.

  Rich, on the other hand, was in good shape – lean, if a little skinny, with decent muscle tone. Given some training, Magnus thought, he might even have made bantamweight material.

  But it was another type of wrestling they were there for that evening.

  “Okay, you two,” Magnus grinned, sticking his hips forward and presenting them with his massive, swollen cock. “Get to work. We haven’t got long.”

  Rich and Cassie looked blankly at each other – but Cassie quickly figured out what to do. She’d been very popular in high school, after all.

  Bending her knees a little, Cassie stretched out her hands and curled them around Magnus’ huge cock. And then, as she stroked up and down, the pretty blonde wife opened her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the full length of the Norwegian’s massive shaft.

  “Unnnngh,” Magnus threw back his head and groaned at the warm, wet sensation of Cassie’s tongue on his cock.

  Her eyes flashed in pride, and Cassie stretched her mouth open even wider. A moment later, she wrapped her lips around the swollen head of Magnus’ cock, and her tongue swirled in circles.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Magnus’ knees nearly buckled.

  Cassie giggled with pride, and stretched her mouth open even wider – actually engulfing the huge head of Magnus’ cock. As she did that, she massaged his balls, and stroked the rest of his shaft with one tiny hand.

  “Fuuuuck,” grinning wolfishly, Magnus looked down, at the beautiful blonde girl eagerly sucking and licking his cock. She was gazing up at Magnus with her big, blue eyes; looking for approval. The hungry look in the Norwegian’s eyes was exactly the reward she was looking for.

  She slurped, and sucked, and licked harder – until saliva drooled down her chin, and dripped onto her bare breasts. It smeared the Sharpie-signature Magnus had written there.

  “Hey,” grabbing a fistful of Rich’s short hair, Magnus jerked Cassie’s husband forward, thrusting Rich’s head towards his crotch. “You too! Get to work.”

  And eyes wide, Rich looked up at the towering Norwegian, and obeyed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  If you’d asked him later, Magnus would admit that the blowjob wasn’t necessarily the hottest part of that evening. It was the moment that Cassie’s husband, Rich, got down on his knees and slurped his tongue wetly across Magnus’ enormous balls.

  Cassie’s eyes had grown huge at the sight of her husband – a presumably straight man – licking the hairy balls of a towering stranger.

  It could have gone one of two ways. In similar situations in the past, Magnus had seen the wife freak out entirely at the sight of their husband licking another guy’s balls.

  But Magnus had a good feeling about Cassie, and he wasn’t disappointed.

  Cassie’s surprise at seeing Rich slurping on the MMA fighter’s balls was only momentary. Immediately afterwards, she’d half-closed her eyes in pleasure, and reached one hand between her legs to start rubbing herself.

  Magnus grinned in satisfaction. It was always more satisfying when the wife was into this kind of shit.

  For a few minutes, Magnus just stood there, looking down at the husband and wife as they worshipped and pleasured him with their lips and tongue.

  It felt amazing.

  Magnus had enjoyed double, or even triple blowjobs in the past. There was one time, in Las Vegas, that he’d got three porn stars to tongue bathe him while a forth had straddled his face. That had been something to write home about.

  But it was occasions like this – corrupting strangers, and getting husbands and wives to do the unthinkable – that really excited him.

  Porn stars would do anything for the right price. (Magnus had even got a ‘rusty trombone’ from one on his last visit to Los Angeles, just to see what all the fuss was about.)

  But a sweet little wife like Cassie? And a handsome little husband like Rich?

  Seeing them on their knees, eagerly sucking his cock, was fucking depraved. He loved it.

  For a moment, Magnus thought about just lounging back, and letting this husband-and-wife tag-team bring him off. He couldn’t think of anything hotter than spurting his pent-up load over both their faces, and watching them lick it off each other.

  But that frustrating fight with Silas Batres had left Magnus with a burning need that a simple blowjob wouldn’t satisfy.

  He wanted to fuck.

  So after a few delicious minutes, the big Norwegian looked down at the slavish husband and wife, and grinned: “Enough!”

  Faces glistening with saliva and pre-cum, Rich and Cassie looked up obediently at the towering Norwegi
an.

  “Get on the bed over there,” Magnus grinned, looking at Cassie and pointing at the daybed in the corner. “I’m going to blow my load so deep in that pretty pussy of yours, you’re going to taste it.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cassie moaned when she heard this.

  Twenty minutes ago, she’d been wondering where she was going to take Rich for dinner, once they were done with this merchandise signing.

  Now she was about to be thrown onto a bed in the corner of a dingy dressing room, and have some gigantic beast of a man fuck her.

  It was not what she’d planned.

  But at this stage? While she was bent at the knees, slurping and sucking and kissing this stranger’s cock? God, she couldn’t have stopped herself even if she wanted to.

  She had a quart of vodka swilling in her stomach, and raging hormones swilling through her veins. Her pussy was so wet, it was dripping down her thighs.

  And, fuck, her husband was right on his knees, doing the same thing. And from the look of his hard cock, bouncing up and down between his legs, Rich was as into this as she was.

  “C’mon,” Magnus grinned, and grabbed a fistful of Cassie’s blonde hair. Tears sprang to her eyes as the towering Norwegian hauled her to her feet, and he picked her up and threw Cassie onto the nearby daybed as if she weighed nothing.

  Cassie gasped as she landed on the cushions, spread-eagled and eager.

  Magnus stepped up and towered over her. He reached down and started stroking his massive cock – using Cassie and Rich’s saliva to lubricate it. Soon, his dick was glistening like varnished hardwood.

  “I’m about to fuck her,” Magnus growled, licking his lips. He turned to Rich, who was standing nervously behind them. “If you don’t want me to split your poor wife in half, I recommend you get down on your knees and get her ready for me.”

  Rich blinked. W-what?

  “Get on your knees,” Magnus growled, “and get her pussy good and wet.” He continued stroking his straining cock, narrowing his steely grey eyes. “I want her begging for more, not crying for mercy.”