by Becca Colton
“Hi,” she says softly.
“Hi, beautiful,” I reply, taking a step toward her. I freeze when she retreats a step.
She twirls the end of the long blonde ponytail laying over her shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind me just showing up. I asked around, and it turns out a few people knew all about the famous MMA fighter who had just moved to town.”
I smile. Guess a few more people than I imagined knew who I was. I don’t mind since that knowledge led beautiful Kaylee to me. “I don’t mind.” I take another step toward her. She doesn’t step back this time. “You’re welcome here any time.”
She smiles that innocent sexy-as-fuck smile of hers but it’s quickly replaced by teeth chewing on her bottom lip and a nervous look in her eyes. I stare at that lip for several seconds, wishing it was me nibbling on it as I held her curves against me.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says quickly.
I blink and stare at her, wondering if my hearing just went to shit. All those shots to the head in the octagon finally caught up with me and I’m hallucinating. Because there’s no way she actually said what I heard.
She reaches into the purse hanging from her shoulder and pulls out a few folded bills.
“It’s not much, only a hundred dollars,” she says, holding the money toward me. “I know you deserve a lot more but it’s all I can afford.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Do I look like a prostitute?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I know you couldn’t be interested in me so—”
Her eyes widen as I quickly approach her. She tries to step back but I grab her and toss her over my shoulder. “I need a shower. Let me show you how not interested I am.”
She wriggles back and forth, squealing as she kicks her legs in the air.
“Let me down,” she says in a high-pitched voice. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
I swat her ass as I carry her into my house. “Hush.”
I keep my hand on her curvy ass as I carry her upstairs. She doesn’t complain, and I smile.
Her breath hitches when I take her into my bedroom and set her down in front of the door leading into the bathroom.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “You’re serious.”
“As serious as a fucking heart attack,” I say, dropping my gym shorts to the floor.
“Now strip, or I’ll do it for you.”
Chapter 4
Kaylee
Speaking of heart attacks, I feel like I’m about to have one. The most perfect man in the whole world is standing naked in front of me, his hard cock bobbing in the air, the thick shaft throbbing in time with his pulse. And the man is HUGE. Not that I’ve ever seen any outside porn movies, but I have felt one. I was going to let Freddie Jenkins be my first, just because I didn’t want to still be a virgin when I graduated. He took me to prom, we had a nice time, and then we started to get busy in the back seat of his car. I was all set to go all the way, and then I squeezed his dick and he came all over his tuxedo pants. After that, all he wanted was a nap.
I think it’s safe to say Rowdy wouldn’t come if I gave his cock a squeeze. I’m not even sure I could wrap my fingers around that thick shaft. He arches an eyebrow.
“So you want me to undress you?” He smiles and reaches for me. “I’m fine with that.”
I step back quickly, a mouse-like squeak escaping my mouth as one hand goes up to cover my breasts and the other goes down between my legs, even though I’m still fully clothed.
He’s looking at me, and I can tell that he’s seconds away from undressing me himself. Part of me wants to experience that, but I picture him tearing my clothes from my body like some caveman, and I like the dress I’m wearing. It’s dark blue, sort of form-fitting above the waist to accentuate my breasts, while the skirt, which goes to my knees, flairs out, providing a little camouflage for my hips.
I step out of my blue sandals and reach back to unzip the dress.
“Turn around,” he says, “and unzip it slowly.”
I capture my bottom lip between my teeth as a rush of heat flows through me. I turn around, my back toward him, and slowly pull the zipper down.
Even with my back to him, I can feel his eyes on me. I hear his breathing quicken as I slide the dress down my arms and heat pools in my center as I realize I excite him. Slowly, I slide the dress down past my hips, letting it fall the rest of the way to the floor.
Wearing only a lacy blue bra and matching panties now, I turn to look at him and my throat goes dry when I see Rowdy slowly stroking his cock. I lick my lips when I see a bead of precum on the head. His cock throbs even more as I look at it.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Rowdy says breathlessly, his eyes intense, as if he’s memorizing every inch, every curve. “Lose the bra,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “I want to see those big tits.”
With trembling hands, I unhook the clasp. His eyes focus on where my hands are holding the bra closed and I can’t help but smile. This powerful man, this fighter who took on a knife-wielding creep, is at my mercy. The power is intoxicating. I’ve never felt this way before. It makes me even hornier, desperate to unleash all that power coiled within him.
I pull my bra away from my breasts, slowly revealing them to him, my nipples rock-hard. I used to hate my breasts, thinking they were too big, but the growl that escapes Rowdy when he sees them, combined with his grip tightening on his shaft, sends a wave of lust over me that’s so powerful I almost swoon.
Without taking his eyes off me, Rowdy steps back into the bathroom, reaches behind him, and turns the shower on. His eyes slowly slide down from my bare breasts.
“Now the panties,” he says softly.
I slide my fingers inside the waistband, offering him a little smile as I pull them down just enough for a quick peek before pulling them back up.
“Tease,” he growls, but the corner of his mouth is turned up.
I slide one hand inside my panties, covering myself with my palm, as I slide them down with my other hand. Once they’re low enough, gravity takes over and the panties drop to my feet. I slowly step out of them, my eyes never leaving Rowdy. His eyes are fixated on my hand. Slowly, I slide my hand up, revealing my smooth mound.
“Fuck me,” he says softly, barely more than a whisper. His green eyes snap up to my blue ones. “Come here,” he says firmly.
I walk toward him, the command in his voice impossible to deny. Hot water sprays from the shower, filling the bathroom with steam, giving everything a soft, hazy dreamlike quality.
“On your knees,” he says.
I slowly slide down to my knees, looking up at his big hand sliding up and down the thick long shaft of his cock. I lick my lips, hungry for the precum beading at the tip. He swipes his thumb across it, smearing it across the head, making it shiny. I groan at the lost opportunity to taste him but I can’t tear my eyes away from his hand.
“Play with that sweet pussy for me.”
I bite my lip and moan, becoming wetter than I already am. Sure, I’ve played with myself before, but never in front of a man. Never in front of anyone. But it’s what he wants, and I’m eager to please him.
Sliding my hand between my thighs, my hips twitch involuntarily as my fingers make contact with my clit. Noticing the movement, Rowdy’s grip tightens on his cock, his hand sliding faster up and down his shaft.
Another drop of precum appears on the head of his cock. I lick my lips, leaning toward it, eager to taste him. Again, his thumb steals it from me. A devilish smirk appears on his face as I frown at him.
“You have to earn it,” he says. “I want to see you come.”
I rub my clit faster, anxious to give him what he wants, desperate to release the heat building within me.
He groans, his hips thrusting against his hand as his breathing becomes ragged. Something deep inside me coils tight and I gasp as a wave of heat rushes over me, making my skin flush. I press my hips forward, my fingers applying pressure to my clit, rubbing harder and
faster. I call out his name as the first tremors of my orgasm begin to sweep over me.
“Kaylee,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, giving in to the pleasure he’s giving himself. For a second, I’m jealous. I want to be the one putting that look on his face, making every muscle draw tight as he gets closer and closer to that ledge.
And then he comes, his cock jerking in his hand, throbbing as thick ropes of cum land on my breasts, my chin, my lips. My tongue darts out, swiping across my bottom lip, and I finally taste him, triggering my own release. I mewl wordlessly, unable to even think as I hump my hand, my juices coating my fingers and thighs.
I close my eyes, giving myself completely to the pleasure. When I open them again, he’s looking down at me, raw passion making his eyes almost seem to glow. He reaches down and pulls me to my feet, drawing me tight against his body as his mouth claims mine. I surrender to him, unable to deny him anything. His tongue swirls around mine as his hands slide down my back and cup my ass cheeks.
He lifts me up easily, holding me tight against his sculpted chest, and carries me into the shower. I gasp as the hot water hits my already overheated skin. He chuckles as he lowers me to my feet, sliding his hand over my cum-coated breasts.
“Looks like someone made a mess,” he says, drawing a gasp from me as he traces a slow circle around an erect nipple. “I guess the gentlemanly thing to do would be to clean it up.”
Before I can say anything, he takes a bar of soap and begins rubbing it over my breasts. I shiver under the hot water, my sensitive nipples sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core as his strong hands coat my breasts in a thick layer of lather.
His hands slide up, soaping my shoulders and neck, his fingers brushing lightly over my chin before moving back down to my shoulders and sliding around to my back. His fingers press into my skin, massaging my muscles, and I moan, leaning into him, feeling his thick cock pressing against my belly.
Even though he just made me come harder than I’ve ever come before, waves of lust begin building in me again as I feel his cock so close to where I want it. I slide my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, slowly stroking him.
“Take me,” I whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the water washing over us. “Please. Be my first.”
He growls, the passion in his eyes flaring up, becoming a fire that looks hot enough to consume me completely. His cock jerks in my hand.
“Your first?” he says.
I nod, chewing nervously on my bottom lip, looking up into his eyes.
He caresses my cheek gently with his fingertips. “Before I say yes, you have to say yes.”
Before I can say anything, he places a finger over my lips.
“Think carefully about this, Kaylee. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you. I’ve wanted all of you. If I take you, if I claim you, you’re mine. Forever. I’ll love you and fill your belly and our lives with babies and do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in the world. But it’s an all-or-nothing deal. Once my cock goes inside you, once I become your first, that’s it. You’re mine. Forever and always.”
I look into his eyes, seeing the commitment, the seriousness of his words, and it’s all I can do to keep from bouncing up and down on my toes in excitement. He’s everything I ever dreamed of, everything I never thought I’d have, and it only takes one word to make him mine.
I stretch up on my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Chapter 5
Rowdy
Mine.
That one word shines in my mind like a neon sign, and I can’t help the slow smile that spreads on my face.
I capture her lips, savoring her taste as I lick inside her mouth, my hand sliding between her thighs, my fingers sliding up and down her wet pussy. She moans into my mouth, her hand stroking my cock faster.
I break the kiss, sliding my lips down her neck, nipping at her tender flesh. Slowly, I work my way down to her breasts, worshiping those eye-catching curves with my lips and tongue. I trace a slow circle around one nipple and then wrap my lips around it, sucking it hard into my mouth. Kaylee moans loudly, her free hand tangling in my hair as her other hand strokes my cock faster.
I kiss my way down her body, my throbbing shaft slipping free of her slick fingers. She groans at the loss, but the groan soon becomes a lust-filled moan as I raise one of her legs over my shoulder and slide my tongue up and down her slit. Her heel digs into my shoulder, pulling me closer. I slide my tongue between her pussy lips, moaning as I taste her, hungry for more. My tongue lashes her clit, making her hunch my face as she whispers my name between ragged breaths. I wrap my lips around her clit and tease it with my tongue as I slowly slide a finger inside her.
“Oh fuck, Rowdy,” she moans, her legs quivering. She calls out my name again, her hips bucking against my face and hand, and then I slide a second finger inside her. The steady rhythm of her hips stutters and then stops as her moan becomes a scream as she comes. I slide my mouth down, capturing her juices with my tongue, still finger-fucking her, wringing every ounce of pleasure out of her body that I can.
The heat of the water is beginning to fade and the last thing either of us needs right now is a cold shower, so I stand and kiss her firmly, reaching around and grabbing her ass to lift her up against me. She leans her head against my chest and wraps her legs around my waist as I shut the water off and step out of the shower.
“Best shower ever,” she purrs, snuggling against me.
Her voice is dreamy, as if she’s close to falling asleep, but I’m not done with her yet and she squeals, wide awake now, as I toss her on the bed. She tries to scramble off, almost tumbling off the king-sized mattress until I grab hold of her.
“Oh my god,” she squeals. “I’m dripping wet. The sheets, the blanket. They’re—”
“They’re fine,” I say, interrupting her with a kiss, pulling her to me. She melts in my arms, pressing her warm curvy body against me, losing herself as our tongues playfully fight a battle that neither of us can truly lose.
I lay Kaylee down on the bed, covering her body with mine. She slides a foot up and down the back of my leg as I kiss her softly, the fingers of one hand playing with my beard.
I pull back slightly, looking into her big blue eyes.
“Point of no return,” I say. “If you want to change your mind . . .” I shrug. “Now’s the time.”
She laughs softly.
“I think the point of no return was reached when I came to your house.” She looks into my eyes. “Actually, I think it was reached that day in the store when you rescued me.”
I kiss her again, knowing she’s right. I slide my hand down her body, smiling as she giggles when my fingers ghost lightly over her belly, and then she moans softly, arching against me, when I reach her clit. I stroke and pinch the sensitive nub until she’s panting, pressing herself against me.
“Please, Rowdy,” she begs. “No more teasing. Please fuck me.”
I slide my hips against hers, my cock sliding up and down her slit, rubbing between her pussy lips. She reaches down and guides me to her entrance, gasping when the head of my cock enters her.
Slowly, I press forward. She bites her lip, forcing herself to relax as she gets used to my size. After a few seconds, she nods and I slide in further.
“Oh god,” she moans. “You’re so big.” She rolls her hips against me and gasps. “And you feel soooo good.”
“Hold that thought,” I growl, fighting to restrain myself, desperate to surge into her hard and fast. The siren call of her tight little pussy is almost too much to resist, but I know I have to go slow. At least at first. “It might hurt a little for a minute but I promise I’ll give you enough pleasure to make up for it.”
She nods as our lips meet again. My tongue entices hers, inviting it to play, and I slowly and steadily slide my cock all the way inside her tight channel, firml
y pressing forward when I meet a little resistance until it gives way.
She grabs my arms, her nails digging into my biceps, and squeals into my mouth. Her muscles tighten, her body growing rigid, for just a second or two, and then she relaxes as I remain still, letting her get used to the feel of my cock inside her. Her lips become soft and pliant again, her body relaxing.
“Fuck me,” she whispers in my ear.
I pull back slowly until just the head is at her entrance, and then I slowly slide back in, getting into a steady rhythm of long slow strokes. But her sweet innocent and oh-so-tight pussy is gripping my cock in a way that makes going slow for too long damn near impossible. I start sliding in a little faster, fucking her a little harder each time I bury my cock in her. She begins to moan, her legs wrapping around me, digging her heels into my ass to pull me even deeper.
“Yes,” Kaylee gasps out, her arms around my shoulders, her nails digging into my back. “Fuck, yes. So fucking good.” Her brows draw together, her eyes squeezed shut as her breathing becomes more ragged, the movement of her hips breaking their smooth motion as I feel her tighten around me. She rakes her nails down my back as she screams my name, and her pussy clamps down so tight around my cock that I can barely move. I bury my face in her neck, kissing and nipping at her smooth skin as she comes undone around me, her tight muscles squeezing my cock until I have no choice but to come. I growl her name and sink my teeth into her shoulder as she milks me dry, her tight greedy pussy taking everything I have to give.
She sighs contently as she relaxes beneath me, her body coated in a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing gradually returning to normal. I slide free of her and we shift around until we’re able to pull the covers up over us. I pull her close and she snuggles against me.
“You’re wonderful,” she says softly, her voice barely a whisper, as her fingers play with my chest hair.