3 Likes CHAPTER070:HesLosing CHAPTER 070 :HesLosing Mybreathcomesoutshaky.Iforcemyselftoglanceatthephoneinmyhand.Thesitelookslikeitwasbuiltintheshadowsdarkbackground,boldrednames,iconsflashingliketheyrebreathing.Thetwofightersarelistedwithcodenames:RedReaperandGoliath.Beneath theirnames,oddsglowinbrightnumbersRedReaper:-180,Goliath:+220.Theslimmerman,Reaper,hasbetterodds.Afavorite.Fast.Deadly.Anditsthebulkierone,Goliathwholookslike hecouldcrushaskullwithoneswingthatissurprisinglytheunderdog.Next
totheirnames,theresapulsingredbuttonthatsaysPLACEBET-$100,000.
Knoxisbettingahundredgrand? Whatthehell? Itshouldbesimple.JustoneortwotapsandIllbedonewithplacingmybet.ButKnoxisstilltouchingme.His thumbsteasethetightpeaksofmynipples,andIsquirmin hislap,tryingtokeepthephonesteadyasmybodytrembles.Iswipeclumsilybetweenthefighterbiosnotthatitmatters.Imsupposedtobepickingtherightfighter,makingsurehishundredgranddoesntburnbutKnoxshandsaredraggingmyfocuseverywherebutthescreen.
Mybodyisarching,greedyformore.
Hismouthpressesheatintotheskinjustbelowmyear,andIcantthinkanymore.Ijustact.
MyfingertapsGoliaththethickerofthetwomenintheringjustashisimage flashesagain.Asecondlater,thescreenblinks.
Betplaced.
Knoxjustgambledawaysixfigures.Richpeopleareweird.
Iwouldcommentonthatany otherday,butrightnow,mycoreispulsingwithaneedIdontknowhowtocontain.
Youpickedthefighterthatsmorelikelytolose,hesays.
DidI?Ididntnotice.MustbebecausesomeonewouldntkeeptheirhandstothemselveswhileIplacedmybet.
Helaughsandsqueezesmy breastsalittle firmer.Youneed toseeyourselfthroughmyeyes,Bunny.Youwouldntkeepyourhandsoffyoueither.Thatbody…Hisvoice dips,andthenhekissesmyleftshoulder.Sobeautiful.Sodamnsoft.Comeswithafew psychoissuestoo.Whatcouldbemoretempting? I rollmyeyes,butthewarmthclimbing upmyfacebetraysme.Imblushing.Damnit.
Itosshisphoneonto thecouchbesideusandturntofacehim.Hisgazeisfixedonmedark,amused,andfullofthat quietarrogancethatsomehowmanagestothrillandirritatemeallatonce.
Yousweettalklikeaplayer,Isay,narrowingmyeyes.
Youresmiling.MeansIvesuccessfully playedyou,baby.
Thatgrin.Thatsmug,sinsoakedgrin.I should slap itoffhim.
Instead,Ileanin.
Myfingersfindhisjaw,tracingthe edge.Ipressasoftkisstohismouthbarelythere,justatease.Hislipspart,invitingmore,butIpullbackaninch.Justenoughtohearthesmallgrowlinhisthroat.ThenIdivebackin.

Thistime,thekissisntsoft.Itsrough.Heated.Myhandsslideintohishairashisarmcomesaroundmywaist,draggingmeflushagainsthim.Ourmouthscrash andclash,tonguestanglinginarhythmthatsfastbecomingahabitlikeweretryingtoconsumeeachother.Breathlessandgreedy.
Histeethnipatmylowerlip.Ibiteback.Hegroansintomymouth,andIfeelitallthewaydownmyspine.
Imnotsurewhobreaksfirstbutbythetimewepart,wereboth breathing likeweranamarathon.
Yourebeautifultoo,Knox,Iwhisperagainsthislips.
Hesmirks,voicegravelsoft.Nowwhostheplayer? Wecanhavethisfightmuchlater.Ineedhiminsidemerightnow.
Iuntanglemyselffromhimandstand,placingmybackagainstthecoveredpartofthebooth.IknowKnoxsaidtheglassinfrontisaonewayglass,butitdoesntmeanIcantbeselfconsciousabout plantingmybareass againstit.
Ipushmydressdownmybody.Itpoolsaroundmyankles.Mypantiesarealreadyatmyknees,barelyclinging.Istepout Knoxsphoneandmypurse.ofthemandbendtopickeverythingup,tossingthemontothetorchbe Successfullyunlocked! Knoxsjawtightens.Hisbottomlipgetscaughtbetweenhisteethasbicoleroamsovereveryinchofme.Icanfeelthoseeyestrailingfrommyeyesdowntomymouth,mybareshoulders,theswellofmybreasts,mystomach,mythighs.Slowly,hebringshishandstohispants,unzipping,pushingthemdownjustenough.
Hiscockspringsfree.
CHAPTER070:HesLosing Italwaysstunsmehowlovelyitis.Long,thick,veined,withthatsilverpiercingatthetipthatcatchesthelowlight.Mymouthwaters.
Comeon,hesays,hisvoicelow,hoarse.I knowyourehungryforit.Comesitonmydick.
Irushtohim,climbintohislap,andstraddlehimfacetoface.Butheshakeshishead.
Otherway,Bunny.Iwantyoutowatchthefight.
Oh,right.Wereactuallyataboxingringandshouldbewatching.Ialmostforgot.
Iadjustmyself,turningaroundto facetheglass,tryingnottofocusonthecrowdandtheirnoise.ThenIriseintoacrouchingpositionandreachforKnoxslength,positioningmyselfoverhim.
BeforeIsinkdown,though,Ifindmyselfadmiringthe wettipofhisdick.
Icircleitwithmyfingers,spreadingthe moisture.
Hegroansbehindme,bothhandsgrippingmywaist.
Thesoundmakesmebolder.

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Irubtheheadofhisdickagainstmycenter,particularlythepiercedpart,pressingitagainstmyclitagainandagain.Myhipsmoveinsmall,controlledcircles,draggingthepressureoutasImoansoftly.Thatpiercingfeelssogoodrubbingagainstme.
Knoxsbreathinggetsas unevenasmineasherocksupwardtoassist.Fuck,Sloane,hesays.Thatssohot.
Oneofhishandscomesup,cuppingmythroat fromthefrontandtiltingmyheadtotheside.Atthisangle,hegetsagoodviewofhisdickmovingagainstme.
Justlikethat,Bunny,hemurmurs.Rubyourself allovermycock.
Hisfreehandslidesuptomychest.Hefindsanippleandrollsitbetweenhisfingers.
Iwhimper.
Outside,thebellrings,signallingthebeginningofthefight.
Thecrowdexplodes.
ButIcanbarelyhearthem.AllIcareaboutisKnoxhisfingers,hislengthmovingagainstme.Ineedtoeasethedeep,achingthrobcomingfrombetweenmylegs,whereImalreadywet anddripping rightontohislap.
Yourbodysbeggingformydick,isntit?hesays.
Yes,Ibreathe.
Hishandleavesmynippleandtrailsdownmystomach,teasingitswaylower.WhenitreacheswhereImstillholdinghim,he gently nudgesmyhandaside.Then,withouthesitation,hepushesthreefingersdeepinsidemefillingmesosuddenlyIcryout.
Thesoundisloud,uncontrolled,buttheroarofthecrowdswallowsitwhole.
Hisfingersstartwithaslowrhythmjustenoughtomakemyeyeswater.Thenhepushesindeeper,hismovementsbecomingwilder.Heknowswhathesdoing.Knowsexactlywheretoreach.Hisfingerscurvejustright,andwhentheypressintothatspotthatmaddening,perfectplacedeepinsidememy entire bodytenses,thighsclenchingaroundhishandasmybrainrings.
Oh,yes,Imoan.
God,youresowet.AnyonewhoseesyouthisneedywillthinkIhavebeenstarvingyou.
Please…Isay.
Whatdoyouwant,sweetgirl? You.

Howbadly? Imdyinghere,Knox.
Hepullshisfingers outofmeand slaps themagainstmyclitanumberoftimes.
Myhipsjolt.Astartledmoanbreaksfrommylips.
Ifeelmyselfgettingwetter.
Hedoesntmakemewaitlong.Heliftsmebythewaistanddriveshimself intomeinonebrutal,perfectstroke,fillingmesodeeplythatIloseair.MyscreamripsoutbeforeIcanswallowit.
Dontcloseyoureyes,Bunny,Knoxgrowlsbehindme.Eyesonthefight.WatchthembeatthehelloutofeachotherwhileI fuckyou.
CHAPTER070:HesLosing Myeyesflyopen,wildanddazed.Theworldslamsbackintofocus.
Thering.Thecrowd.Theshouting.Thefighters.
Hepoundsupintomeagainandagain,hardandunforgiving.Imatchhimrockingback,meetingeverythrustwithoneofmyown.Mypalmspressagainstthesidewall,thecoldsurfacegroundingmeevenasmybodytinglesallover.
Belowus,chaoserupts.
Goliathmypicktakesahit.Thenanother.Hisjawsnapssideways,andbloodspillsfromhismouth.TheRedReapersfistsarefast,landingoneblowafteranother.
Heslosing,Isay.
Who? Goliath,myvictor.
Knoxlaughsdarkly,obviouslyenjoyingmyconcern.
Icanseetheentirecrowd,atleastfivehundred people,andeventhoughIknowtheycantseeme ,theideaofitbeingfuckedsothoroughlyinfrontofthemsendsastrangejoltthroughme.
Youliketheview,dontyou?hesays,slammingintome.
Maybe.
Oh,youbetterlikeit.Becausetheonlywayyourecummingisifyourfighterwins.
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