FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle

by Scarlet MMA, Simone

  Then, grabbing her thighs, the big Spaniard wrenched them apart.

  “Uuunngh,” Nicola gasped, as Silas yanked open her thighs, and exposed her now-bare pussy.

  The intimidating MMA fighter studied her cunt thoughtfully, as it lay in the shadow of the hem of her black dress. His mouth watered.

  Jared Hedberg had paid for laser hair removal, and Nicola’s pert little pussy was bare and gleaming.

  Normally Silas preferred a bit of hair – he liked his women to be womanly, after all – but there was something particularly inviting about Nicola’s little cunt.

  Crawling forward, the Spaniard wrenched open Nicola’s thighs wider, and yanked her forward; exposing her completely.

  “Oh, that’s it,” Nicola groaned, watching the handsome fighter crawl between her legs. “Make me feel good, baby.” And then she reached down to stroke Silas’ close-cropped black hair.

  He shrugged her hand away, and yanked Nicola down further, until she was practically on her back on the chaise lounge, and her ass was hanging off the edge.

  Then he opened his mouth, and feasted.

  Chapter Eight

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Nicola groaned, throwing back her head as she felt Silas’ warm, wet mouth on her cunt.

  The Spaniard began by slithering his tongue between the lips of her pussy – from bottom to top, opening her up like a blossoming flower. She literally gushed into his mouth as he did so.

  Silas’ thick, rough tongue swirled in circles around Nicola’s clitoris, and she groaned and squirmed on the chaise lounge.

  “Oh, G-god,” Nicola groaned, fingers in his hair. “T-that’s so good…”

  Silas snorted with pride, lifting one hand so he could press his fingertips against the entrance to Nicola’s quivering pussy. She groaned as she felt the pressure; and her eager pussy opened up to swallow two of his thick fingers.

  “Huuuuungh,” Nicola groaned as she was stretched, and filled. Together, Silas’ thick, calloused fingers were as girthy and satisfying as a cock.

  The big Spaniard grunted, continuing to relentlessly lick and suck Nicola’s swollen clitoris. As he did that, he curled his fingers up inside her; rubbing and teasing her g-spot.

  “Oh, fuck,” Nicola groaned, closing her eyes. “T-that’s so fucking good.”

  Snorting, Silas continued to feast on her pussy; swallowing down her tangy flavor as she gushed wetly into his mouth.

  Within minutes, he was sliding his fingers slickly in and out of her, and swirling his tongue inexorably around her clitoris. Nicola groaned as she felt pressure building between her legs, leading her closer and closer to the brink.

  “Oh, fuck, you do that so well,” she groaned. “Jesus, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to have Jared keep you on the books just so you can do this while he’s not looking.”

  Angrily, Silas added another finger – stretching Nicola even further. But, by this stage, her pussy was so wet she welcomed it eagerly.

  “Jesus,” the beautiful wife groaned, squirming on the chaise lounge. “Oh, fuck… Here it comes! Here it…”

  And then she squeezed shut her eyes, and tightened her hands into fists, and the pleasurable pressure building between her legs grew to the point of explosion.

  Silas sucked at her clitoris – and Nicola surrendered.

  “Fuuuuuuck!”

  Arching her back, the beautiful wife climaxed wetly on Silas’ tongue and fingers.

  Her whole body shuddered. She flailed about on the chaise lounge so much that Silas had to pin her own on it; relentlessly sucking and fingering her.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Nicola groaned, and as she came back down to earth from the first orgasm, she felt Silas licking, and sucking, and slurping her towards another.

  “Christ!” She came a second time.

  “Fuck!” And a third.

  “Oh, God, please… Stop! You’ve got to stop!”

  And, after being eaten to four shuddering climaxes in a row, Silas finally showed Nicola some mercy, and the gasping, gaping wife flopped limply down onto the sofa.

  She lay panting on the leather, as Silas pulled his head from between her legs.

  “Oh, fuck,” Nicola gasped. “I forgot how good you were at that.” She lifted her head, and focused her punch-drunk eyes on the sexy Spaniard.

  Silas grinned wolfishly back at her – lips and chin glistening with her wetness.

  Between his legs, his big, beautiful cock was rearing to attention.

  Nicola saw it, and her eyes lit up. But then she laughed mockingly, and clamped shut her thighs.

  Lifting one leg, she placed the heel of her 6” stiletto into the center of Silas’ muscular chest, and pushed him away.

  “Your work here is done,” Nicola growled, pulling down the hem of her dress. “Maybe I’ll go and ask Jared to keep you on for one more fight.”

  Chapter Nine

  Laughing derisively, Nicola Hedberg clambered to her unsteady feet, and looked down mockingly at the naked man kneeling at her feet.

  “You should get some sleep,” she sneered, brushing down the front of her dress. “You might be looking for a new job tomorrow.”

  And with that, Nicola turned on her heel, and clip-clopped dismissively towards the door.

  Or, at least, she would have done – if Silas Batres hadn’t reared up to his feet behind her, and grabbed her arm with the speed and ferocity of a striking cobra.

  “Ow!” Nicola found herself wrenched to a halt, and then yanked around to face the towering, naked fighter.

  For a moment, a flash of fear crossed her eyes. Then she put on a brave front, and spat: “Let me go, you fucking wetback.”

  Silas merely tightened his grip on Nicola’s arm; until she gasped in pain.

  “You’re going nowhere,” Silas warned her, yanking Nicola towards him. She practically collided with his bare chest.

  He reached up and grabbed her other arm with his other hand; squeezing until he heard her gasp.

  “L-let me go!”

  Looking up into his eyes, Nicola Hedberg felt a stab of fear. That, and a hot and needy throb between her legs.

  “Not yet,” Silas warned her. “I gave you what you wanted.”

  “Oh, you certainly did,” Nicola gasped.

  “Now you’re going to give me what I want. You’re going to go upstairs, and tell Jared to keep on sponsoring me.”

  “Ha,” Nicola laughed, although now she was trapped in Silas’ iron grip, her voice didn’t sound quite so steely and determined any more. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”

  “Because if you don’t,” Silas snarled, “I’ll go upstairs and tell him about us.”

  Nicola’s eyes widened.

  “H-he wouldn’t believe you,” she snarled.

  “Oh no?” Silas growled. “Even now? With the scent of your cunt fresh on my breath?”

  Nicola struggled.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed. “He’d kill you.”

  “Ha!” Silas laughed. Death threats aren’t so threatening to a 265lb heavyweight contender.

  Nicola realized this, and changed tack.

  “Okay, then,” she hissed. “He’d call immigration on your ass, instead. Get that visa of yours revoked.” She spat in Silas’ face. “Jared would send your useless ass back to Spain in FedEx box.”

  Silas released one of Nicola’s arms, and wiped her spit from his cheek. Nicola groaned as he did so, feeling the blood rushing back to her crushed bicep.

  Silas laughed.

  As Nicola watched, he took the smear of saliva she’d spat across his face, and licked it off the back of his hand. Then he turned to the helpless housewife, and grinned menacingly.

  “So fucking what if he does?”

  Nicola didn’t have a response to that.

  “My brother runs a bodega back in Logroño. You send me back there, I’ll survive it.”

  He snorted derisively:

  “Maybe I’ll miss the fights. The women. But I’ll
do okay. I’ll push wine barrels around and get tanned and fat.” Silas sneered menacingly. “I came from nothing, puta. It doesn’t scare me to go back.”

  Nicola narrowed her eyes. She’d underestimated him.

  “Now you go back upstairs,” Silas continued, “and you tell your husband to keep sponsoring me. I’ll make good on it.” He laughed bitterly. “Next time I meet that Norwegian cabron in the octagon, I’m going to bring him down like an oak tree.”

  Nicola shivered.

  “Bold words,” she sneered. “But I seem to remember you saying something similar before – and look what happened to you as a result.”

  Angrily, Silas tightened his grip on Nicola’s arm. She gasped painfully.

  “Get the fuck off me!”

  Slap!

  Her palm left a ringing sound in Silas’ ear. For a second he was stunned – more because the slender woman had slapped him across his injured jaw, than from the force of her blow.

  But it had been enough.

  Grabbing her other arm again, Silas squeezed her flesh so hard that Nicola cried out, and her legs nearly buckled from under her.

  “Why are you such a hateful puta?” he hissed.

  “I don’t know,” Nicola gasped, squirming in his grip. “Why are you such a fucking pussy?”

  Silas tightened his grip even more – and for a second, Nicola flinched, thinking that he was going to strike her.

  But then she laughed.

  He didn’t have it in him.

  Silas Batres was a lot of things – an arrogant, cocky asshole and a second-rate fighter; but he wasn’t a woman beater.

  “You go upstairs,” Silas hissed again, “and you convince your husband to keep sponsoring me.”

  Nicola sneered: “And why should I? What’s in it for me?”

  And that’s when Silas bent his head, and lowered his face until it was just an inch from hers.

  “Because if you do,” he promised, “I’ll throw you on the bed over there and fuck you like you deserve.”

  Chapter Ten

  Nicola Hedberg had made a career out of keeping her cool – but the moment Silas hissed that at her, she moaned needfully.

  Her panties would have been soaked, if she’d been wearing any.

  “I mean it,” Silas growled. “I’ll fuck you like the little puta you are. I’m gonna make you cum so hard, you won’t even remember your name.”

  “Huuuungh,” Nicola groaned.

  “Do we have a deal?”

  “I don’t know,” she managed to find the words to say. “Do you mean it? Or is this just more boasting, like you did before the fight today.”

  “Why, you…” Once again, Nicola flinched, thinking Silas was going to strike her.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, he hauled Nicola across the room, and threw her onto his hotel bed like she weighed nothing.

  Gasping, Nicola landed flat on her back on the Egyptian cotton sheets.

  Silas pounced on her like a jungle cat. Instantly, he pinned her to the bed – hauling her wrists up above her head, and straddling her hips.

  Nicola moaned, looking up at the burly, naked man crushing her.

  Fuck, he was magnificent. That muscular body. That tan skin. The huge, angry cock rearing from between his thighs.

  “Is this how you want it, puta?” Silas sneered, lowering his face until it was an inch away from hers. “You said you were going back upstairs… To get into bed with that husband of yours.”

  Then, suddenly, he was kissing her.

  Nicola swooned, as his lips crushed hers.

  “How about I send you back to bed with a fresh load of cum dripping out of you?” Silas growled, as he tore his mouth away. “Like a real little puta.”

  “Huuuungh,” Nicola groaned. “H-how about you do?”

  Silas laughed bitterly.

  “How I fucking hate you,” he growled.

  Nicola glanced down, at the huge straining cock bobbing up and down between his legs.

  “That doesn’t look much like hate to me.”

  Silas snarled angrily. Releasing her wrists, he clamped one hand hard around Nicola’s slender throat.

  “Huuughnk!” She gasped, as he tightened his grip deliciously.

  Pinning her and choking her, the burly MMA fighter used his other hand to yank up the hem of Nicola’s dress, and then roughly spread her thighs.

  He pinned one thigh down with his knee, and shoved his hand roughly between her legs.

  Her pussy was hot, and wet, and eager.

  Grinning, Silas slid between Nicola’s thighs, and grabbed the root of his big, hard dick. Positioning it at the entrance to Nicola’s glistening pussy, he teased her with the tip, nuzzling it up and down between her dewy pussy lips.

  “Unnnngh,” Nicola groaned, squirming helplessly beneath him.

  “You want me to fuck you?” Silas hissed.

  “Huuungh,” was Nicola’s only response.

  “I said: ‘Do you want me to fuck you, puta?’” Silas repeated, and this time Nicola looked up, into his eyes, and moaned needfully.

  “Y-yes,” she begged, gasping for breath, as Silas tightened his grip on her throat.

  Grinning, Silas stared deeply – intensely – into Nicola’s eyes – and then thrust deeply inside her.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Fuuuuuck,” Nicola groaned, eyes rolling upwards.

  She squirmed on the bed as she felt herself stretched and filled by Silas’ huge cock.

  His dick sunk inside her effortlessly – she was so turned on right then, not to mention already dripping wet from the four orgasms the Spanish stud had eaten her to just minutes earlier.

  Inch after inch of the big, beautiful cock sunk inside her, and Nicola just groaned as she felt her cunt open up to accept it.

  “You like that, don’t you, puta,” Silas growled, staring deeply into Nicola’s eyes as she groaned in pleasure. “That’s all I’ve ever been to you, isn’t it? A big, thick dick.”

  “Fuuuck,” she gasped, as Silas finally bottomed out inside of her. God, she felt skewered. His big dick was nuzzled right up against her g-spot, and the way Silas was moving his muscular hips was grinding deliciously against her clitoris.

  Silas grinned, feeling the stuck-up wife go limp beneath him.

  He started to thrust, and groaned at the pleasure of her tight, hot pussy enveloping him.

  “You always had the sweetest little pussy,” he groaned. “I remember that first night I fucked you, in Spain.” Silas bent his head, and kissed Nicola’s throat passionately. “I fucked you in the hotel corridor, while your husband slept next door.”

  “Huuuungh,” Nicola remembered that night vividly. She reached up, and wrapped her arms around Silas’ huge shoulders, urging him to fuck her deeply.

  “If Jared fires me, and starts sponsoring another fighter,” Silas growled. “Are you going to fuck him too?”

  “M-maybe,” Nicola gasped.

  Slap!

  Silas had released his hand from around Nicola’s throat – but, just as quickly, he’d used it to slap her hard across the cheek.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Nicola groaned. The pain in her stinging cheek was a delicious tease. She liked being slapped.

  “I bet whoever it is,” Silas growled, “they won’t fuck you as good as I can.”

  He grabbed a fistful of Nicola’s hair, and yanked her head back – forcing her to look him in the eye. “I bet his dick won’t be as big, and satisfying as mine is.”

  “Huuungh,” she groaned, tears streaming from her eyes.

  “I bet he won’t make you cum like I can.” And, as if to demonstrate that theory, Silas began fucking Nicola like a piledriver – so hard and fast that the bed creaked.

  “Oh, shiiit,” Nicola groaned, digging her manicured nails into Silas’ back. “Oh, Jesus…”

  And then he made her cum.

  Hammering her relentlessly, his big dick triggered a groaning, squirming orgasm from Nicola that rippled
over her entire body like a peal of thunder.

  She shuddered, writhing helplessly beneath Silas’ huge bulk, and finally groaned his name as she lost herself in waves of pleasure.

  And then, spent, she flopped down limply onto the bed.

  Silas paused his thrusting.

  His big cock still buried balls-deep inside her, the Spaniard looked down at Nicola with a wry smile. She lay gasping and panting beneath him, half unconscious.

  “Oh, cariño,” Silas grinned, licking his lips. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet. I’m not done with you.”

  And then, with a wet-sounding schlurp, he pulled his thick, glistening cock from her wetness, and rolled the panting wife onto her stomach.

  Chapter Twelve

  “W-what are you doing?” Nicola groaned, picking her head up as she felt Silas manhandle her on the bed.

  She was lying on her belly now, and Silas was hauling her across the cotton sheets, until her legs and ass hung off the edge of the bed.

  Cool air hit her bare ass, as Silas casually flipped up the hem of her little black dress.

  “Remember that night in Las Vegas, during the championship?” The Spaniard grinned, kneeling on the floor behind her. “I found out just what a dirty little girl you could be.”

  “Huuungh,” Nicola groaned, remembering a debauched night that had left her walking bow-legged the following morning.

  “Well, before I send you back to sleep with that cabron of a husband of yours, I’m going to make sure you remember tonight.”

  And then Silas grabbed one of Nicola’s round, ripe ass cheeks in each hand, and spread them apart.

  “Uuungh,” Nicola groaned, feeling the cool air conditioning on her bare ass. Then she groaned even deeper, as Silas shuffled up behind her, and shoved his face between her cheeks.

  “Shiiiit!” The Spaniard’s warm, wet tongue slathered a wet path between the cheeks of Nicola’s ass, swirling wetly around the wrinkled pink knot of her asshole. “Oh, Jesus…”

  “Mmmph,” Silas mumbled triumphantly, voice muffled by Nicola’s ass. “Mmmph!”