“Your tight little pussy was made for my cock,” I moan as I thrust in and out of her a little faster, a little harder. She starts whimpering and crying out as I break her cunt in. “It’s going to curve to my dick for the rest of your life. No other man will be inside it. Ever.”
“No,” she gasps. “It’s yours. I only want you.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” I say as I lean down and start to nibble on her tits. She runs her hands through my hair, pulling me into her chest as she grinds her hips with every thrust.
“Come here,” I say as I lean back up and pull out of her.
A loud frustrated whimper bursts out of her mouth when I pull my cock out.
“Put your lips around my big dick and taste how good your pussy is.”
She immediately bounces onto her knees and grabs my dick. Without hesitation, she starts sucking me off, licking up her thick cream off my shaft and moaning while she does it.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth when I feel her tight lips dragging up and down my cock. Her hot little tongue is all over me, teasing my head and swirling around my shaft. I want to cum just like this.
I slide my hand down the slender curve of her back and over her round cheeks that are thrust in the air. She moans on my cock as I slide my fingers through her crack, over her puckered asshole, and back into her warm cunt. Her pussy clamps down tight on my fingers and the need to be back inside her, breeding her ripe womb, takes over.
She doesn’t want to let go of my cock, but I pull it away anyway.
“Turn around,” I command sharply. “Hands and knees.”
She quickly obeys and offers her wet pussy to me as she drops down on all fours.
I grab her ass cheek and slide my cock back in with one hard thrust.
“Fuck,” she moans as I push all the way inside. Her heat engulfs my cock and I feel everything coming to a head really fast.
“I want you to cum on my dick, Hope,” I growl as I fuck her harder and harder. My hands are on her ass, squeezing so hard that they’re leaving little pink marks where my fingertips are digging in. “Make this little pussy cum for me.”
Her body starts jerking with little convulsions as she gets closer. The bed starts banging against the wall as I give her harder, deeper, longer strokes.
“Yes!” she screams as she grabs onto the headboard for support. “Oh, fuck! It feels so good…”
My eyes are locked down there, watching my thick shaft go in and out, getting coated with her hot cream.
I feel an orgasm building inside me, growing and expanding with an unstoppable force. I can tell she’s close too. She’s out of control with lust as she jerks around on the bed.
I hit her with three hard thrusts then bury my cock in and cum hard. Every drop of my cum unloads into her waiting womb.
Her body shakes and she screams out loud as her own orgasm consumes her body. Her cunt tightens around my dick and I let out a low primal groan as it squeezes me impossibly tight.
The inside of her is coated with my cum. My seed is in her and I’m hoping with everything that she’s pregnant right now. I want her to be carrying my child. If she’s not now, she will be soon.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers as she collapses onto the bed. Her eyes are already closed as she curls up with my pillow.
I want to fall down beside her, but I can’t stop staring at the gorgeous view of her swollen red cunt. My cum is mixing with her cream and it’s leaking out onto her thighs.
“You are so perfect,” I say once the aching tiredness gets too much. I fall down beside her and wrap my arms around her.
She leans back into me, pressing her soft ass against my semi-hard cock. I feel it start to get hard again and I know that this is going to be a long night for us because I’m not even close to being done.
A long night, but a fun one…
Chapter Eight
Hope
“Great job today, Hope,” my manager Joey says as I head for the door. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I can’t contain the smile on my face. “Yes! Definitely!”
It’s been three weeks since I’ve been working here at the cafe and I love it. I even got Scott a job. He’s the first one here in the morning to bake all of the goodies we sell. The boss absolutely loves him. He says he’s never had an employee with such a good work ethic as Scott.
The excitement builds as I hurry out of the cafe and head down the street.
This is my favorite part of the day. Not because I’m finished work, but because I’m about to see Nathan.
I’ve been falling deeply in love with him over the past three weeks. Every time I’m with him, it gets better. We talk all evening and then stay up all night doing… well, it’s definitely not talking…
There’s a fluttering in my chest as I pick up the pace and practically run over to the gym. Nathan’s workout is going to be finishing soon and I want to watch as much of it as I can. I love watching him move. He’s like a panther with the smooth agile way he stalks around, staring at his opponent with a deadly look in his eyes. How can a girl not feel safe when she has a beast of a man like him watching out for her?
I sneak into the gym and slide along the wall, trying not to let him see me. If he spots me, it will be all over. He’ll stop focusing on his training and instead focus on me. He’s a tad possessive and already completely obsessed, which means he doesn’t like it when any of the guys look at or talk to me.
“Goddamn,” I whisper under my breath when I see him in the cage. He’s so beautiful.
Nathan is only wearing a tight pair of MMA shorts as he approaches another man who looks to be about twice his size. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that this giant was going to kill him, but I’ve seen Nathan fight every day now for the past three weeks. My man has got a lot of talent and skill.
The big man throws a thunderous punch at him and I wince as it heads straight for Nathan’s face. I don’t know how he moves so fast but he ducks out of the way at the last split-second and then cracks the guy in the chin with a hard counter punch. It staggers him and he stumbles back. Nathan charges forward and is ruthless as he makes the guy pay for stepping into the cage with him.
“Watch the counter!” his trainer Teddy shouts from the side. I like Teddy. He screams a lot, but he’s a big Teddy bear at heart. He’s been working a lot closer with Nathan as his first fight with the Ground and Pound Championship approaches. I know how much Nathan wants to win.
All he can talk about is what he’s going to do for me when he gets into the GPC. The clothes and car he’ll buy me as well as the giant house. I keep telling him that he’s done more for me than he’ll ever know and that I’m happier now than I’ve ever been, but he’s a dreamer. Once he gets a goal into his head, he goes after it like a hungry pit bull going after a bone.
Nathan gets his opponent down and twists his legs around the guy’s shoulder. He’s been teaching me some submissions but whenever we end up on the ground, we end up doing something else very quickly.
“Omoplata,” I whisper under my breath as I recognize the move. The big guy taps out and Nathan lets him go. I want to scream and cheer for my man, but instead, I just smile as I watch him from across the gym. I’ll be able to scream all I want at the GPC event in two weeks. I’m so excited to watch him even if I am a little nervous that he’ll get hurt.
That big man he just beat is probably an insurance salesman or a car mechanic. He can beat them easily, but the guys he’ll be facing in the GPC are stone-cold professional killers.
He spots me and I get a warm shiver tingling through my body as his green eyes narrow. I love how possessive he is. I love the way I can feel all of his intense desire and extreme need whenever he locks eyes with me.
Nathan doesn’t even wait for Teddy to open the cage. He quickly climbs up it in the blink of an eye and drops down onto the other side.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Teddy demands as Nathan struts toward me. “Oh
,” Teddy says with a chuckle when he sees me standing by the wall. “I guess the training is over.”
My sexy man walks right up to me and pulls me against his hard sweaty body. His gloved hand sinks into my hair and he grabs a fistful while tugging my head back. With everyone watching, he claims my mouth with a desperate intense kiss that has me whimpering. His desire and lust flows around us and I can’t help but feel it creeping in, turning me on, making me want him just as badly.
He’s not shy about doing this in public. In fact, he wants everyone to know that I’m his. “You belong to me, Hope,” he always tells me. “You’re mine. Do you understand that?”
I always just grin, loving his possessiveness. It makes me feel so special. So wanted and needed.
I love that I can make this powerful man crazy. That I can bring him to his knees.
“How was work?” he asks when he finally releases my mouth.
I’m in a daze. How am I supposed to speak after a kiss like that?
He gives me all the time I need to recover. “I really like it there,” I say after swallowing hard. “The best part is that it’s close to you.”
“Not close enough,” he says with a frown. “I hate that I can’t look at you or touch you whenever I want.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder,” I say with a smile. “Haven’t you ever heard that?”
“My heart grows fonder for you every second that passes whether you’re here or not. But I’d much rather have you here.”
His protective arms slide around me and I feel so at home. I feel like I can close my eyes and stay in this moment forever.
“You’re sweet,” I say as I step in a little closer to his warm body.
“And you’re perfect,” he says before kissing the top of my head. “Want to get dinner?”
“Yes! I’m starving.”
“How about that seafood place you love?”
My mouth is already watering.
He smiles as he watches my face. “I’ll go shower quickly and then we can go.”
“No,” I say a little too abruptly. “I mean… you don’t have to…”
I love his body after a workout. The sweat, the way his muscles are so hard, the way his brown hair is all messed up—I don’t know… call me crazy but I find him incredibly sexy when he’s like this.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he says with a grin. “Can I at least put some clothes on?”
I step back and take one last look at his shirtless tattooed body. He looks like a God. He’s way out of my league.
I wonder which fighter around here knocked his head so hard that he thinks I’m worthy of him…
“I kind of like you like this,” I say as I run my fingertips down the ridges of his hard abs.
“They might not let me into the restaurant.”
“We can eat in the parking lot.”
He laughs. “I’ll get dressed.”
“Okay,” I say with a hint of disappointment. “If you insist.”
I let out a moan as he lets go of me and walks over to the locker rooms.
“If anyone bugs that gorgeous angel in the front,” he warns loudly. “They’re going to be tasting my knuckles.”
No one dares to look at me after that.
Just the way my possessive man likes it.
Chapter Nine
Nate
Adrenaline is surging through my veins as we walk into the arena for the GPC Pay-Per-View event. I can’t wipe this grin off my face. I’ve been training for this moment for over two decades.
I have my favorite people around me. Teddy is here and will be in my corner. My trainer has given me his all over the past couple of weeks as I got ready for tonight and I’ll never forget it.
Scott is here too. After a rocky start, we got to know each other and have become close friends. He wasn’t sure about me at first but after he saw how well I treated his sister, he started to come around. He’s going to be in my corner with me and I’m thrilled to have him there. He’s going to be my brother-in-law one day. One day really soon I hope.
And lastly, I have Hope. She’s given me so much and it’s changed my life. I’m doing this for her. I’m going to be thinking of her every second I’m in that cage and the need to provide for her is going to push me past all of the pain.
I’m gripping her hand as we walk past security into the area of the arena where you need passes to get into. My heart starts pounding when I see famous GPC fighters all around us. Old fighters and current ones. Reporters and GPC staff.
“Holy shit,” Scott whispers. “That’s Henry Matterson!”
My jaw nearly drops when I see the legend. He was the first GPC heavyweight champion and now owns a line of very successful protein drinks.
“And there’s Thiago Vasquez!” Scott says as he nods toward the far wall.
My eyes narrow on him. He’s the current champ of my division and the gold belt he has in his locker will soon be around my waist. I just need to earn my shot.
I’m glaring at him but his eyes are on Hope.
I squeeze her hand and pull her closer as he starts to walk over.
“Damn! Look at that body, girl,” he says as he looks her up and down. “You want to ditch this guy and get with a real man?”
I pull her behind me with a protective arm and then lunge on him. The fucker doesn’t know what hit him.
He’s fought the best fighters in the world, but he hasn’t fought me yet. I’m on another level, especially when I’m fighting for my girl.
When I’m fighting for Hope.
Several renowned fighters jump on me and try to pull me off him, but I shrug them all off as I land punch after punch into his arrogant body. I want to end his life for talking to her. I want to tear out his eyes for looking at what’s mine. He deserves to die.
In the chaos, I notice Henry Matterson on me, the giant heavyweight and even he can’t pull me off. I land three shots to Thiago’s face and then finally four men pull me off.
“Don’t you ever fucking talk to her!” I scream as they pull me back.
“What the fuck is going on?!” a deep voice booms down the hall. I recognize it immediately as the President of the GPC, Kace Kelly. Everyone steps back as he comes charging over.
He’s bald with a soft padding over his muscles and he’s got a hell of a temper that’s known to bring the scariest men on the planet to their knees.
I stand tall with my chin in the air as he charges right up to me.
“Why are you touching my main event?” he yells. He looks furious. “Thiago is fighting in a few hours!”
“He hit on my girl,” I say in a non-apologetic voice.
“So?”
“So, she’s mine,” I hiss back.
He turns from me to Hope and a low warning growl rumbles out of my throat.
“Excuse me,” he says as his hard eyes dart back to mine.
“I told you, she’s mine,” I warn him. “Keep your eyes off her if you know what’s good for you.”
To my surprise, he laughs. I guess he’s not used to anyone talking to him like this.
“Who is this guy?” he asks his assistant who’s hovering by his side.
“Nate Cross,” she quickly says. “He’s fighting on the undercard tonight.”
He looks me up and down and I can tell he’s thinking something.
“You got some good shots in,” he says with a nod. He turns around and looks at Thiago who’s staring me down. “You let a rookie smack you around?”
Thiago steps forward, but Mr. Kelly puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back. “You already had your chance, champ.” He says the last word with a hint of derision and then turns back to his assistant. “Alice, bring this guy to my office.”
“Yes, sir.”
Alice grabs my arm and starts pulling me down the hall. I turn and wince when I see Hope in the distance.
I wanted to do this for her and now I’ve gone and fucked it all up.
I’m such an
idiot…
I punched the main draw of the Pay-Per-View fight. The man who people are paying to see. I threatened the GPC President, the most powerful man in MMA.
And now I’m going to get fired…
Alice brings me into the office and then closes the door.
It feels like forever until Mr. Kelly walks into the office.
“I’m sorry that I threatened you, Mr. Kelly,” I say immediately. “I just don’t like it when men look at my girl.”
“And what about Thiago?” he asks as he sits down behind the huge oak desk. “Are you sorry about what you did to him?”
I can feel my blood boiling again. “No.”
He laughs again and then looks at me for a long time. “Where do you train?”
“Dominant Alpha Gym,” I answer. “With Teddy Wittman.”
“That was Teddy Wittman?!” he says as he leans forward and slaps the desk. “Shit, I didn’t even recognize him! I was in his corner when he fought Joe Collins.”
“He told me.”
His eyes narrow as he sizes me up. “Are you any good?”
“I just knocked your champ around like he was a third-grade bully.”
“You did,” he says as he leans back in his chair. “How would you like a shot at the title?”
I swear my heart stops in my chest.
“We have a little situation,” Mr. Kelly says. “Thiago’s opponent was partying a little too hard last night and got a DUI.”
I can’t even talk.
“When they arrested him, his fingerprints matched those from an unsolved armed robbery four years ago.”
“He’s not here?”
“He’s currently behind bars.”
“I’ll do it.”
He laughs. “I haven’t offered you anything yet.”
“Then offer.”
He takes a deep breath and sighs. “I called Vincent Ranger earlier. He’s on his way over here.”
Oh shit. Vincent Ranger is a top-five contender.
“He hasn’t gone through a training camp like I have,” I say, trying desperately to sell myself.
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