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“You’re the one that’s going to need a safe word.”
“Fine.” He finally smiled completely, flashing straight, white teeth and a dimple on his left cheek. He looked at me like I was a present on Christmas morning. “Pick a safe word, and we’ll both use it.”
I giggled. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t one to ever giggle. I was Rose “the fucking vixen” Legaspi. Underground MMA fighter and all around terror. But this man was making me giggle.
“Grenade.” I tilted my head to the side and grinned. I’d probably never use it, but what’s a little jab at my defeated opponent? If he couldn’t make me submit, then this one couldn’t either.
Before I could finish the thought, he said, “Fine.”
His hands went to my ribs, encircling them before he turned the tables. He slammed me up high on the lockers, my feet suspended from the ground. A satisfied laugh stayed in his throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting go of my right glove, my left one still holding on.
His hand came up and grabbed my braided hair and pulled on it until my face tilted back, his teeth coming to my neck.
I felt the cut on my lip start to bleed. I thrust out my tongue to lick it up, but he stopped me, his eyes meeting mine. His tongue darted out to taste the blood, and he moaned, closing his eyes to savor the taste.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, smiling at the fact that this was identical tothe guard,one of Jiu-Jitsu’s dominant body positions. He pushed his pelvis forward, and I felt the tip of his shaft through his pants and my shorts. My outfit was purposely provocative and sparse, more eye candy for the viewers who were paying to watch us gladiators in the ring.
He fumbled with his zipper, lowering me just a little. I pushed down my own shorts, which were really just bikini bottoms.
I vaguely heard the tear of a wrapper, and the rapid unrolling of a condom.
His hands clutched the back of my thighs and with one hand between us, he guided himself into my heat. He was… enormous. Bigger than what I anticipated. I felt him everywhere, stretching me.
“Fuck!” he roared. “You are the angel of sex and violence.”
“Two of my favorite things,” I said through gasps as he pistoned inside me.
He pulled me off the locker, and the only thing keeping me from falling was his body. My arms on his shoulders flexed, and I tossed my forehead into the crook of his neck.
I felt the rocking of his steps as he moved towards the benches that were bolted between a row of lockers.
“Lie down on it.” I whispered into his ear.
“What?” He asked, his voice heavy with arousal.
“Lie down.” I whispered. “I want to ride you.”
“Jesus, woman.” He smiled, that dimple making an appearance again. “You’re a fucking fantasy.”
Without breaking our connection, he lay on the wooden bench and settled me on top of him. My feet dangling over the sides, touching the ground.
I put my gloved hand on his chest, braced near his throat. His hands clawed at my hips, helping me move on top of him. I put my other hand between us, rolling over my clit as we slowed down the rhythm.
“This might be the sexiest view I’ve ever seen.” He traced a hand over my abs, to my ribs. “Your body is a fucking work of art.” He tugged at my sports bra so that one breast spilled out. He tugged on my brown nipple as I intensified the rhythm. He bucked his hips off the bench, plunging even deeper inside me as I screamed with pleasure, throwing my head back in complete ecstasy.
He fucked me through my orgasm until he found his own release with a feral growl.
We didn’t move for a minute, connected, satisfied, and gasping for breath. When we were back on earth, we looked at one another as if we had shared some inside joke and laughed.
“Do you always treat your fans like this?” He asked, teasingly.
“Only the cute ones.” I sighed, finally dismounting him.
My legs were wrecked, my thighs shaking from both the fight and our most recent recreation. I left him there, his cock still sheathed in the full condom.
I picked my right glove off the ground, then removed my left one. I put it into my gym bag and started to put on a shirt.
“Next time,” He was starting to sit up and I could hear him pulling the condom off. “You should let me take you to dinner first. Or maybeyoucould be my dinner.”
