Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
“Oh, and look here,” he says. “If you wrap your legs around me now, this is called full guard.”
“Like this?”
I hook my ankles under his firm butt.
“Yeah,” he says, pushing against me, rocking his hips. “With your legs, you can off balance me. But we’re working on mounting right now. Open your legs for me.”
Don’t you think I’ve thought of that already?
He climbs fully on top of me.
“Put your hands where I showed you and bridge.”
I place my hands against his hip bones. Even they’re covered in a layer of muscle.
I push him up. He laughs genuinely. “That’s actually pretty damn amazing.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
He winks. “Now, sweep me so you’re on top. I’ll show you a couple of details.”
“Like … this?” I grab his arm.
“Yeah. Good job. You’re a quick learner.”
“Then I roll?”
“Yep.”
I do it like he did. Roll over. End up in his ‘guard’. His cup surges against my slick sex. His body is so hot to the touch, a fiery mass of hardness and unwavering attentiveness.
“Is it comfortable wearing a cup?” I ask. “It doesn’t feel comfortable.”
“I’m not wearing a cup.”
Oh, God.
“What?”
“You heard me,” he snarls. “I haven’t been wearing a cup this entire time.”
“Then …”
He lies down, pressing his solid torso against my body, his breath warm in my ear. “I can’t stop myself from being rock-fucking-solid for you, Lila. I can’t even try.”
He begins to shift his hips. A crazed instinct takes me over and causes me to move in time with him. He moans in my ear as I spread my hands over his back, clawing at his T-shirt, my pussy sizzling with unstoppable desire, my hole getting so wet, I can’t even take it anymore.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans in delighted disbelief. “Are you going to cream from dry humping, cute city girl?”
“Muh-maybe, Mr Grizzly.”
He laughs throatily. “Good fucking girl. Come in your pants. Soak them for me. Get yourself ready for the real deal.”
He bucks his hips back and forth as I slide my hands under his T-shirt, feeling his naked skin, the corded muscles of his back. His manhood feels giant through the thin fabric of his MMA shorts.
He guides his lips to mine. When he kisses me, I know there’s no going back.
His lips are rough and addictive. His taste is just-him, not toothpaste, not his breakfast, just some chemical concoction designed to turn my world upside down.
The kiss deepens and lengthens until the frantic bucking of our hips becomes too much to maintain a connection.
“You’re close,” he growls, biting my neck softly, then a little harder. “I can feel it. Your body is fucking talking to me.”
He’s right.
I’m on the edge—
A loud knocking on the door.
“What the fuck, Boone? Why’s the door locked?”
“Ignore them,” Boone grunts.
“I can’t,” I whisper, reality suddenly slamming into me. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why the hell not?”
“We met like ten hours ago.”
“I don’t give a fuck, and neither do you. Something amazing is happening here.”
“Boone,” I moan. “Please.”
Boone stays on top of me for long moments.
Finally, he stands up, glowering at the door. “Motherfuckers,” he snarls.
I stand, adjust my clothes. Wetness has seeped through my underwear and into my sweatpants. I feel it sticking to my thighs.
“Uh, thanks for the lesson,” I mutter, walking toward the cage’s exit.
4
BOONE
Igo to my bedroom, because there’s no damn way I’m going to be able to focus on training after that.
Kick open the door to the en-suite and tear down my shorts. My manhood springs up, precum glimmering at my end. I stand at the sink like a goddamn beast and close my eyes, thinking of the cage, of her pussy lips grinding against my cock through the fabric of our clothes.
In the fantasy, I rip down her pants and her underwear then push my cock ruthlessly into her tight little hole. She moans and claws her fingernails down my back, her hips going wild, her curvy form shivering with each brutal thrust.
The waking dream is so vivid, I can hear the sound her sweet hole would make, the flesh-on-flesh collision of our desire.
Toward the end, I imagine looking down and seeing my stiff cock drenched with her release, thick globules of white that slide back up my shaft and cream all over her lips and her clit. I rub her clit, driving her into another crescendo, then the hot fire of my come surges up my cock and blows into her slit.
The sink fills with cum, my head clearing somewhat. I catch sight of my reflection. There’s no guilt. Just disappointment. That was nothing compared to the real thing.
I take a quick shower then return to training.
The other fellas look at me as if wondering why I’m even more primal than usual. Each punch is like a lightning strike. Each kick is an explosion.
During a water break, Clint walks into the training room, adjusting his cop’s hat. He’s a tall, wide man, and not averse to some fighting himself.