FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (8 page)

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!”

Nicola stretched out her arms and balled her hands into fists, clawing at the bedclothes. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, and when she closed it, a fold of cotton was clenched firmly between her teeth.

Oh, shit, she thought to herself. He’s
licking my ass
.

And Silas
was
, without hesitation or self-consciousness.

His thick, rough tongue was swirling in circles around Nicola’s tightly clenched little asshole, and poking and prodding at it wetly.

Like with everything else, Nicola was fastidious about hygiene – so the only thing Silas tasted was soap and body lotion. That was why he
feasted
on her; rolling his tongue into a point and probing her ass experimentally, until it opened up to accept him.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Nicola growled, clawing at the sheets. “Oh, fuck me, that’s
so wrong
.”

It was so wrong, but she
loved it
.

“Oh,
cariño,
” Silas laughed, pulling his face from between Nicola’s cheeks. “You didn’t think it was wrong that night in Vegas…”

Nicola’s cheeks burned red at the memory.

Wiping his lips and chin, Silas stood up, and loomed menacingly over Nicola as she lay face-down on the bed.

He looked down, at the plump, pale globes of her pert ass.

“Oh, fuck me,” Silas grinned. “I am going to send you to bed
sore
tonight.”

Chapter Thirteen

With strong hands, Silas grabbed Nicola, and flipped her over.

She squeaked at the indignity – being thrown from face-down to staring at the ceiling in the space of a heartbeat.

And then suddenly Silas was towering over her, looking down with a dirty grin on his handsome face.

“Oh, you fucking beautiful
puta
,” the looming Spaniard grinned, stroking his rock-hard erection. “I’m going to send you back
sore
.”

And Nicola groaned, and her eyes flashed defiantly.

“I’d like to see you
try
.”

With that, Silas reached over to the bedside cabinet – the one he hadn’t kicked into oblivion earlier. There was a small bottle there – coconut oil.

Grinning, the menacing Spaniard popped the top, and splodged a glob of white gloop into his palm.

Still staring intensely into Nicola’s eyes, he reached down and slathered his straining erection in coconut oil, until it gleamed in the light hanging overhead.

“Oh, you’re going to
beg
your husband to let me stay,” Silas growled, as he slathered himself in oil. “And you’re going to
beg
for me to do this again to you…”

And then, with a growl, he grabbed Nicola’s ankles, and hoisted her slender legs up high, over her head.

“Oh, you cocky fucking bastard,” she squirmed, as Silas bent his knees and lowered himself into position. “You arrogant little prick.”

But there was nothing
little
about Silas Batres’ prick – especially as he grabbed the root of it, and positioned it between the cheeks of Nicola’s ass.

The swollen, gleaming head of his oil-slick cock nuzzled between the cheeks of her ass.

He pressed his hips forward, and his cock pressed inexorably against her tightly clenched little asshole.

And then, staring intently into Nicola’s eyes, Silas began to thrust.

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Nicola groaned, as she felt the relentless pressure against her back door. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

Her arms flailed wildly. She balled her hands up into fists, clutching at the sheets.

Silas grinned, staring into her eyes as they grew wider and more frantic.

He kept pushing.

“Oh, fuck!” Nicola groaned. “Oh,
fuuuck
!”

And then…
pop
.

Silas’ tongue bath, and a slathering of coconut oil, did the trick. Surrendering to the relentless pressure, Nicola’s ass popped open, and the swollen head of Silas’ cock popped past the ring of resistance and sunk an inch inside of her.

“Oh, fuuuuck!” Nicola groaned, squirming and writhing on the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

But Silas kept on the relentless pressure; and Nicola’s ass surrendered. Inch by inch, his thick, throbbing dick sunk home until Nicola’s eyes rolled upwards and she honestly thought she’d pass out from the intensity.

And then, finally, he was inside her. Every inch of that thick, beautiful cock, buried in Nicola’s tight, clenching little ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, reaching up to clutch Silas’ beefy arms. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

He grinned as he looked down at her, and then slowly began to thrust…