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Her body quivers as she screams out. “Oh my god. Just like that.” Her breathing quickens. “Oh shit! I’m coming, don’t stop.”

And I don’t stop until she comes. Once her body stops shaking, I kiss her skin on the way up to her lips. She takes my lip between her teeth, and it’s the hottest thing.

“Now, lie on your back.” She begins returning the favor, and I’m still rock-hard for her. Kissing her way down my chest, when she reaches my cock, she grips it with one hand and puts it in her mouth.

“Holy fuck, Claire.” Her hot mouth feels amazing. I feel like I could come any second. And when she looks up to meet my gaze while she bobs her head up and down, I am a goner. Completely gone.

Pulling my cock out of her mouth, she licks it from the base to the tip and does something with her tongue I have never felt before. This feels incredible.

“Jesus, Claire. I’m going to come already.”

Again, sucks my cock and works in a quick motion. “Oh fuck.”

My body jerks, and cum fills her mouth. She sucks me dry, and I can’t believe she swallowed, which makes this even hotter. Working her way up my body, I grip the back of her hair in a tight fist and take her mouth like she’s a drug I’m fiening.

***

Over the last week, training for my next fight has been rigorous. And it has taken time away from Claire. So, I have only been seeing her at night, and she continues to stay at the clubhouse with me. Because we still haven’t figured out who wrote SLUT on her apartment door.

Now I am standing in the locker room, Griffin helps with my gloves for my fight. I know Claire will be sitting next to Astera to watch me. Even though we haven’t defined it yet, it’s the first fight since we starting seeing each other.

When my walkout song begins, I walk into the arena, where the crowd is screaming. We are the fight before the main event.

The ref does his normal routine of making sure I don’t have any type of weapons on me, and he double checks my mouth. I put my mouthguard in, and enter the cage. Claire is front and center, but I can’t focus on her.

Pacing in the cage, I wait for my opponent Connor ‘the devil’ Rowe to make his way, going through the same routine I had.

The mat bounces under my feet, and I practice my moves. The ref puts us in the center before calling us to fight. Connor and me bump fists before retreating to get in position for the fight.

The fight begins with more cat and mouse type so neither can get a good grip on the other. When I try a spinning back kick, he catches my leg, and takes me to the ground, where you never want to be vulnerable. And Connor grips my arm, while extending his legs over my chest. Realizing this move, could break my arm, I hold out as long as I can, but Connor’s grip is tight. I am forced to tap out…losing the fight.

“Fuck!” I shout once Connor releases my arm. It’s frustrating to be forced to tap out like that.

The ref announces Connor as the winner, and the loss is a first on my record. I congratulate Connor on the win, and he praises me for my fight, but I don’t feel like there was much of one.

“You’ll get’em next time,” Cutter confides.

“I don’t know where my fucking head is at.” But I know fights can go like that sometimes so I can’t blame it on anything in particular. I trained my ass off, and it didn’t go my way this time.

Frustration and anger settle over me while I rip the tape off my hands and then strip out of my gear, putting my street clothes back on.

“Hey.” I hear Claire walk in, finding me sitting on the bench with my head in my hands, going over the fight in my head, trying to figure out where it went wrong.

Standing in front of me, I pull Claire in and rest my head against her stomach. The drive home is silent. There won’t be any kind of party tonight to celebrate me.

Inside the club, I grip Claire’s hand and pull her to my room. Dropping my bag inside the door, I roughly pull her to me and take her mouth aggressively. The beast is taking over, and there is no way to stop it, I couldn’t if I tried.

I push her down onto the bed. “Strip.”

I watch as she lays naked on my bed while I take off my clothes, leaving them on the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

She spreads them, and I play with her pussy with the head of my cock, teasing her. Not wasting any more time, I push inside her, and she gasps. My hand wraps around her throat while I push in and out of her tight pussy. The sex is rough and careless because the beast needs his fix.

“Turn over,” I order, pulling out of her.

Turning over, her ass is on full display, and my hand smacks her cheeks until the turn read with my hand print.

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