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Our bodies are tired and slick. She twists, struggling. Adrienne’s half my size and half my weight, but she’s clever and quick and she never gives up. When we’re grappling and wrestling, she gives it everything she’s got. I feel her breasts against my chest, her mouth on my shoulder, and her teeth sink into my skin. I gasp in pain as she bites me and I release my grip long enough for her to grab my wrist, twist it into a lock, and wrench her whole body backwards.
I howl in pain and disbelief as she settles into the hold. It hurts like hell and even though she’s tiny compared to me, she’s going to break my goddamn wrist if she keeps putting that much force into it. I taught her to put everything she’s got into every single one of these judo moves, but fucking hell, I figured she’d do that to anenemy, not to me.
“You bit me,” I roar as I try to get myself free. Fuck tapping out. Fuck submitting. I don’t submit to anyone.
Her eyes are fierce and her grin is killer. “You told me to do whatever I had to do to win.”
“But you bit me!” I growl and try to jerk away but she holds on tight.
“Tap out before I break something, you big idiot.”
“You. Fucking.Bit. Me!” I reach across and grab a fist full of her hair and pull her chin back with a sharp tug.
She yelps and whimpers as I yank tight, but she doesn’t let go of her hold. I’ve got her by the roots and she’s got me by the wrist, and I’m pulling and she’s pulling, and fuck, I can feel her hips moving against me, her sweaty body, her lovely smell, her massive smile as I try to rip her head off and she tries to crack my arm in half. Finally, she releases me with a howl of frustration and excitement, and I release her hair with a groan.
She tries to scramble away, but I don’t let her. I grab her ankle and yank her back. “You can’t fucking bite me,” I say as I pull her underneath me. I pin her wrists down and hold her against the grass with all my weight. She’s breathing hard and looking at me with fire in her eyes. “We’re fucking training.”
“You pulled my hair.”
“Youlikewhen I pull your hair, little killer.”
“And you like when I bite you. Or are you whining because I finally beat you?”
“You didn’t win. You let go first.”
“You were going to rip my hair out!”
“Goddamn right I was.” I lean closer to her, grinning at her chin tilts up. Our lips are inches away. “I don’t lose.”
“You’re not invincible, Peter.”
I tighten my grip on her wrists then adjust them so I’m using my knees to keep them pinned. That leaves my hands free to move up her body. “No, you’re right. I do have one major weakness.”
“What are you doing?”
I caress her breasts. I can’t fucking help myself. Her nipples are stiff, pointing through the thin athletic fabric. I squeeze them, teasing her, and slowly slip the hem of the sports bra up to expose her lovely curves and pink nipples. She whimpers in surprise as my lips find her little buds and lick them, rolling my tongue around each nipple and sucking hard.
“Fuck, Peter,” she whimpers, wriggling from side to side, trying to escape. “Someone’s going to see.”
My other hand moves down between our legs. I’m so hard I could explode, and as I slip my fingers down the front of her workout shorts, I know what I’ll find.
Her pussy, dripping wet.
And god, I’m right.
I run my fingers up and down her lips, spreading them wide.
“Tell me to stop then,” I whisper as I kiss her neck. “Go ahead, agapi mou. Tell me you don’t want me to sink my fingers in nice and deep and fuck you with them until you come. Say the words and I’ll stop, but you’re not going to, are you? You’re a messy girl for me, agapi mou. You’re slick with sweat and lust and you want me to grip your hips, spread your legs, and fuck you raw and deep until you scream.”
“Peter,” she gasps, but she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t tell me to stop.
“That’s what I thought.” I roll my fingers along her clit before pushing them deep inside of her, curling my tips up along the roof her pussy looking for that beautiful little spot, the lovely fleshy bit that makes her toes curl and her brain go blind with pleasure.
When I feel it, I stroke it nice and slow, and she twitches with ecstasy.
“Fuck, Peter,” she whispers, moaning, gasping, controlled beneath me, dominated by me. “Ahh, ah, ah, ah, fuck,” she pants. “At least kiss me, you fucking bastard.”
“And let you bite me again?” I lean down, staring into her eyes. “Go to hell.” I stroke her faster. Her hips move, grinding against my palm. I release her hands and they instantly go to my back, her fingers digging into my skin.
