AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.
That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.
I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.
He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.
He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.
“I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”
He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.
Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”
“Does he know you will be?”
He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.
“I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”
I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”
I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions crossed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.
“You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.
I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”
I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m
