The Fighter's Girl (7 page)

 
When she was too sensitive and too exhausted from his ministrations, she gently pushed him away. Brock kissed a path up her belly, stopped long enough to move his tongue over her belly button, and continued his upward destination until he was at her mouth. The first swipe of his tongue passed her lips after he ate her out was an unusual sensation. The flavor of her body mixed with the taste that was all Brock coated her tongue. Izzy gripped his hair, pressing her mouth firmly against his, and started sucking her flavor from his mouth. The musky sweetness that was her invaded her senses, but it was Brock’s citrusy and woodsy flavor that consumed her.
 
He was still hard, and Izzy wanted to feel him in her hand before he was pushing into her body. Before she could do just that, Brock turned her around so she was in the direct spray of the water. In what had to be record time he had them both washed, the water shut off, and both of them dried.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t be slow any longer. I need you too fucking bad.” He wrapped the towel around her, but didn’t bother with one for himself as he took her hand and led them to his room. Izzy didn’t want slow anymore either. Right now all she wanted was the dominating fighter that could knock men out with one hit.

Chapter Six

As soon as Izzy followed him into his room Brock slammed his bedroom door. He hadn’t meant to be so forceful with the action, but he was running on pure adrenalin, endorphins, and testosterone right now. He looked at her, and his dick jerked. Her eyes widened as she noticed the movement. He knew what she looked like beneath that towel, knew how sweet her pussy tasted, and realized how receptive she was to him. All of that had him manic for her, ready to throw her on the bed, push into her fast and hard, and bring them the pleasure/pain their fucking would cause. He stalked forward, saw the surprised, yet excited look in her eyes, and spun Izzy around so her back met his wall. He panted against her neck, smelling the scent of his soap, and everything that was all her. He loved that she smelled like him. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, and hoped she knew what he meant in that look. There were no words he could say right now that would effectively tell her that she was more to him than just a piece of ass. Her eyes looked so blue, like pieces of aquamarine. Her auburn hair was a wild tangle of strands around her face and falling over her shoulders.

“You make me so fucking hot. I have never wanted to be buried in a female as much as I do you.” To emphasize his point he pressed his erection into her belly, and a moan left her. “It’s going to be so fucking good when I have my dick inside of your sweet, tight pussy.”

She started scissoring her thighs together, and the scent of her desire for him filled the small space separating them. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and let out a growl. He hoped he didn’t frighten her with the animalistic sound.

“You’re so damn hot for me. I can smell it, can see it, and know you want it bad. Don’t you, Izzy?”

She licked her lips nice and slow, but he knew she wasn’t being a tease. In a way she was so innocent, and most definitely she was compared to him. Standing in front of her, feeling her right up against his body, made him feel like a filthy old man for some of the things he had done with females. It wasn’t just about dominating them in the bedroom, but taking control of the entire situation. But even his inner musings could not stop him from wanting her nice and dirty with him. Izzy was perfect for him in every conceivable way.

“Yeah, I know you do, baby.” He hadn’t wanted for her to respond to his question because he had seen her answer written across her face. Brock took her mouth in a hard, almost painful kiss. Tongues pressed together, teeth clashed against each other, and her moans mixed with his grunts to make a delicious erotic sound. It was good and rough, and the fact she surrendered to him, gave all of
herself
over without hesitation, had him knowing she was the one for him. He didn’t want nice or sweet, and knew she didn’t as well. If she had there were no doubts she would have said so. But her cheeks had heated at his coarse movements and language, and that gave him all the confirmation he needed.

This was going fast, was so passionate, and was so fucking hot.
She
was so fucking hot. The towel was short and bunched up her thighs. Her lust was all for him, and that fact alone had his dick jerking almost violently in his pants. Her legs were long and golden in color, and the image of them parted for him in the shower filled his head. The thin terrycloth wrapped around her curvy form did nothing to hide the stiff outline of her nipples poking through, begging for his attention. Her tits were big and round, and all natural. His mouth watered for a taste. Yeah, he had a major thing for her, for everything about her, and was about to take care of that right now. Brock was a patient man, but when it came to Izzy, and the fact she was in his room and needy for him, all of that patience went right out of the fucking window.

“Take off the fucking towel, Izzy.” He took a step back and gave her room. It would have been easy for him to just rip the material away, but ordering her to do it and watching her obey, was a pleasure all in itself. He didn’t give a shit that he was speaking too hard, or that his words were clipped and demanding. She knew who he was, what he was capable of, and because of that he wouldn’t sugarcoat what he wanted. Her chest heaved up and down, but like a good girl she pulled the towel away from her body and let it slip down her thighs. His cock was hard as
steel,
and he reached down and gripped the length. He didn’t try to hide it. In fact, he went slowly so she could watch.

He couldn’t help but picture her legs wide open as he thrust his dick in and out of her welcoming heat. His cock strained forward at the image. Fuck, he wanted that now, and was about to have it. Her legs were long, but not thin and boney. He liked that she had some meat on her, that she was shaped like a woman, and that he would have something to hold on to when he fucked the shit out of her. Her pussy had a small, inverted triangle of trimmed dark red curls. Damn he liked redheads, especially the one standing before him. He let his eyes travel down her thighs, and his cock pulsed when he saw the light sprinkling of freckles along the creamy peach colored flesh. Tearing his eyes away from the sight, he moved his gaze back up her body. He may have looked his fill of her in the shower, but it had been a frantic flurry of movements. Now he was taking his time in doing so. Nothing about her was
fake
. Not one god-dammed thing. She was all gorgeous curves, with tits that could bring him to his knees.

“Come here, baby.” She swallowed but then did as she was told. He loved that about her, too. Oh, who in the hell was he kidding? He loved everything about her. He was a dominant man by nature, had to be in the profession he was in as well, and she made the perfect submissive. He wasn’t all about the chains and restraining her to the bed, but he did enjoy hair pulling, spanking that fine ass of hers, and commanding her. When she stood right before him he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her onto her knees. For a moment all she did was stare at his cock that jutted forward and pointed right at her luscious mouth. The fact he could feel her eyes locked onto his cock, like fucking fingers stroking along his length was almost as good as her actually touching him.

“Why don’t you open that pretty mouth of yours and suck on it, baby?” He slipped his hand behind her head, and took a fistful of hair, not too painfully, but enough for her to know that he liked it a little rough.
“Go on, Izzy.”
Keeping his voice low, coaxing, he held his breath when she leaned forward but kept eye contact with him.

Her small, tempting pink tongue came out and swiped across the head of his cock. That was the beginning of the end, because all he could do was close his eyes and lose himself in the feel of the gentle suctioning of her mouth, the steady movement of her tongue, and the way she stroked with her hand the length of his shaft she couldn’t quite reach with her mouth. Over and over she moved her mouth along his dick, bringing him closer to completion. Gritting his teeth to hold off the inevitable, Brock knew he needed to stop her or he’d come in her mouth, and that was not where he wanted to do it. Her moan reverberated right down to the root of his erection, and he tried to move away, but she gripped his thighs and hollowed out her cheeks. A harsh grunt left him.

“
Christ
, Izzy.” Panting with the force to control
himself
and not come, Brock moved away quickly and stared down at her kneeling before him. She looked so gorgeous with her legs slightly spread and her pussy in view. Her breasts rose and fell from her breathing, and her lips were swollen and red from sucking on his cock. “Get on the bed, Izzy.”

Running a hand over his mouth, he counted to ten to reign himself in. She moved to the bed, and when she was seated and looked at him he said, “Open for me.”

****

It wasn’t a question, and that alone made Izzy shake with anticipation. She never thought she would like a man who barked orders so erotically, but having Brock control the situation, made everything more heightened within her. With her other two boyfriends it had been on the boring, vanilla side, but she knew there would be nothing boring about being with Brock. She didn’t hesitate to lie back on the bed, place her heels on the mattress, and spread her thighs open. The cool air drifted along her swollen, wet pussy, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come to her. He stared at her body, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know that he liked what he saw.

“Shit, baby, I have never wanted to fuck someone as much as I do you.” He took a step closer, but stopped before he reached her. “I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight once it’s all said and done.”

He was so crude in nature, but it lit her on fire. The flavor of his flesh was still in her mouth, and she wanted more. His erection was a hard rod between his thighs, and by the way her jaw ached from taking him, she knew he would fill her pussy completely and
stretch
her to the point of pain. When he was at the edge of the bed and his body heat coated her like a blanket, she shivered. Not from cold, but from awareness. Before she could say anything Brock was moving on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Leaning forward so his warm, humid breath teased her chest, he made a path with his tongue between her
cleavage
.

He made this same path over and over again, and it was pure, unadulterated torture. He ran his tongue over her chin, down her neck, and nibbled the hard tips of her breasts. Throwing all sane thoughts aside she let her head fall back and her eyes close as Brock memorized her body with his lips and tongue. He didn’t miss an inch of her, and even stopped at her belly button to lick and suck on the little indentation. Her nipples were stiff, painful buds, and when Brock ran his tongue over them her pussy walls contracted. This was enough foreplay, because there was no way she would live through any more.

“Just take me, Brock. Do it already.”

A grunt left him, and she didn’t know if it was from excitement or frustration that she was stopping his foreplay torture. In a move faster than she thought a large guy like him could do, he was off the bed, grabbing a condom from his bedside table, and had
himself
sheathed. He was between her thighs, and the hot, hard length of him pressed against her slit a millisecond later.

“You want me, Izzy?”

Damn him and that cocky ass smile he wore. Gritting her teeth and lifting her hips, trying to get his dick closer to her pussy, she grew even more frustrated when he gripped her hip with a firm hand, stilling her movements.

“Answer me, baby.” After a moment when she was able to catch her breath she nodded her response. Reaching between their bodies he aligned himself at her entrance. She thought he would ease their suffering and just shove right into her, especially now that she gave in, but instead he pushed the head in slowly, and continued the same momentum. Her pussy stretched around his girth, and it made the whole situation hotter when he placed his hands by her head, lifted up slightly, and stared at where their bodies were connecting.

“Your pussy is stretched so wide around me, baby.” The sight of him closing his eyes, of his muscular arms shaking from the force it was taking him hold himself above her and to go slowly, had her lifting up her hips and causing another inch to slip into her. He growled low and snapped his eyes up to hers. “Fuck, Izzy, don’t move.” He audibly swallowed. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I need to take you slow, or I’ll be a fucking animal with you.” A stilled moment passed between them before he spoke again. “And believe me,
Izzy,
I want to ram my cock so hard into your cunt that I can’t even see straight.”

Panting from the exhilaration of his words she said, “I want you to be an animal, Brock. I don’t want you to hold anything back.” God, she had never meant anything more than what she said right now.

And just like that he snapped. He shoved the rest of his cock into her so fast and hard tears of pleasure/pain filled her, and the momentum shoved her up the bed. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes when he bottomed out. This is what she wanted though, what she had asked for.

“You ready for me?”

“God, yes.”
Closing her eyes and baring her throat, her mouth parted when he started to really fuck her. His hips slammed so hard against her that sparks of intense pleasure rocketed through her clit. Her body kept moving up the bed, and so he placed a hand on shoulder to keep her stationary.

“So.
Fucking.
Good.” His voice was distorted and sounded nothing like the Brock she knew.

Forcing her eyes open to watch the ecstasy morph her fighter’s face, she had a visual orgasm at the sight of his muscles straining and tensing, of his hips thrusting back and forth, and of the gruff, almost unnatural sounds coming from him. Her orgasm came on strong and hard, stealing her voice and her vision as it claimed her.

****

Brock stared in awe as
Izzy’s
breasts bounced from the force of his thrusting.

“Oh God.
It hurts so
good
.” Her words came out on a moan as she came around his cock, but he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet, not even close.