Izzy Castle's life is anything but exciting. Her only entertainment is working at an adult store, but even that leaves a lot to be desired. But when her roommate of only six months, Brock Larson, makes a move on her, Izzy decides that a little harmless sex with the cage fighter might be just what she needs to feel alive. But she has seen his other one-night stands do the walk of shame, and Izzy doesn't know if her heart can withstand that humiliation.
Brock fights for the underground circuit. He takes what he wants, when he wants it, and makes no apologies for it. He wants Izzy, but it isn't for just one night—what he's used to. Izzy's his, and he will get his knuckles bloody proving that he may be roughened, but when he wants something as badly as he wants her, he won't give up.
Be Warned: rimming, spanking, anal sex
Before she could even blink he spun her around and pressed her against the dirty brick wall. She hated and loved when he finished a fight. The after-fight sex was always rough, always carnal, and always the best fucking coupling they had.
But this wasn’t just about the adrenalin and endorphins flowing through him. He was also angry and worried about her, and because of that he wanted to stake his claim. She loved it when he got like this, loved the power that flowed out of him and surrounded her. He didn’t hold anything back from her, gave her more than she could handle, and never apologized. And she loved him more for it. She wore a skirt, no panties, and when he lifted the material up and pressed his fingers to her pussy, they both groaned.
“It fucking pisses me off when you do this shit, Izzy.” His words were a rough growl against her neck. He may get pissed about her not wearing panties when she came to one of his fights, but there was also a part of him that loved it. That was evident by the rock hard erection digging into her back. “I think you like me to lose control, don’t you?” His mouth was on her throat, licking, sucking, and having small noises leaving her. He reached between their bodies, and without removing his mouth from her neck, pushed his shorts down. “You know what to do, baby.”
She sure did. Lifting her leg up and hooking it around his waist, she waited for him to take hold of her other one and lift her up. The brick scraped along her back, but the pain felt so good. His cock pressed between her pussy lips, and a groan spilled from both of them. He moved his hands until he had a firm hold on her ass. He braced his legs apart to steady them and pushed his hips further between her thighs. That first touch of the tip of his dick-head to her pussy sent a thrill through her body. He rubbed himself up and down her slit, faster and harder until Izzy was grinding herself on his erection, trying to get him to penetrate her fully. She wanted him buried inside of her, pounding her pussy so thoroughly she felt him everywhere.
“Fuck, you want it bad, don’t you?” There was nothing but heated intent in his words, and she prayed he would stop torturing her. Izzy wanted to be fucked good and hard.
“I’m done with this teasing bullshit, Brock.” He grinned at her.
“I want you to tell me who you belong to.” This caveman bullshit turned her on so fucking much. He ran his teeth down her neck. “Tell me and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
She was still high from kicking that drunken scum’s ass, and knew she was more dominating than even she liked to be. “You know you do, that I am always yours, only yours.” Pressing her pussy down harder at the same time he grunted and pushed into her had the tip of his dick sliding into her pussy. He clenched his jaw, and the sight of that muscle ticking under his skin had a soft moan coming from her.
“Just shove that big dick in me, Brock.” She blamed the endorphins and her hormones for the fierce fire that came from her. Brock looked down at where his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. He didn’t break contact with that sight for a very long time, but she knew he liked looking down there, knew it made him hot to see how wet and stretched she was for him. She tried again to push herself back on his shaft, but he tightened his hold on her.
“Don’t push your luck, Izzy.” He snapped his head up and looked at her. “I’m already pretty fucking far gone, and liable to tear you up.”
She leaned forward, lowered her lashes, and said in a low voice, “I want you to tear me up.”
That was all it took for him to give her what she really wanted. He pulled her away from the wall just enough that he could bring his hand down hard on her ass.
“I fuck you, not the other way around. Do you understand?” He brought his hand down again and again on her body until it stung and she was whispering that yes, it was he who called the shots.