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“This is it?” she cries as she sweeps her arm around her like some grand princess in her tower. “You’ve got twenty-four hours to do whatever you want to me, and you bring me... here?”
“What did you expect, Sunday? The fuckin’ Hyatt?” I slam the motel door behind me and walk towards the bed. Sure, this place ain’t great, but it was better than the alternative—bringing her straight back to my place in Wilderkind territory. She would’ve gotten eaten alive if I did that. This place was so much better despite the roaches outside and the drunks screaming at one another from across the patio.
“I just thought you’d pick something a bit more romantic.” She grins at me with those wicked pink lips. A pretty girl like her often doesn’t know what she’s got, but I can tell that with Sunday, she knows what she’s working with. She can get away with saying dumb shit like that to a guy like me. She’s probably even used to it—though I’m doubtful that her Filth and Butcher boys are as lenient as I am on the back talking and fake whining.
“You at least got some drinks in here for me?” she adds as she eyes the little black fridge underneath the desk. As she tries to walk over to it, she stumbles straight into the chair just barely avoiding hitting her head on the sharp corner of the desk. I find myself running to her side, scooping her back in my arms, and bringing her straight to the bed beside me.
“You’re not touching that tonight. When was the last time you had a damn water?” Her eyes look at me distantly as if they’re searching for something. She’s not gonna find it in me. I’m on lockdown, even for a girl like her that sends my cock straight.
Sunday licks her lips and says, “Yeah. Ya know, I could use one if you’re offering it to me.”
I stand back up and open the fridge. To my luck, there are bottles of water chilling next to the beer. I grab one of each and hand the clear bottle to her. The other is mine to enjoy after a night like this. The fight was one thing, but I sure as fuck caused some trouble with wanting to take Sunday as my prize. I saw how those guys eyed me and how my own men clicked their tongues at me as if I was some outcast or traitor. I am gonna pay for this night.
Turning back to her, I note, “If I’m gonna get a good night with you, I’d like you to be at least halfway sober.” I hold out my beer to her for a cheers. She follows along, clinking the plastic bottle to my stale old can. After a chug of mine, I add, “I’m not into chicks that can barely stand on their own. They’re not exactly good at riding with me.”
“Riding with you?” Her eyebrows rise. “You talk like it’s a rollercoaster ride or something. I wouldn’t be so... cocky.”
I burst out laughing at her play on words. The chick has personality too. I could appreciate that. If I brought a girl back to a motel or my room, the most of a conversation I usually get is a few groans and another couple, “Fuck me, Bear... please fuck me!” That’s about as intellectual as it got.
She seems impressed by my laugh. “You like that one, huh? Well, I’ve got plenty more where that came from. Did you hear the one about the boxer who got beat up in a fight? He was a sore loser.”
I blink rapidly before turning towards her, my hands on each side of her body. Standing up, I begin to tower over her until she’s got nowhere to go but down towards the bed.
Struggling not to laugh, I scold her, “That’s what you got for me? That lame ass joke... do you even know who I am, Sunday? I should knock you out for that one.”
She giggles and squirms under me. Her small, balled up fists pound away at my chest as she squeals. My head drops down to the space between her long, pale neck and the curve of her shoulder. The old beard I’ve been meaning to shave down scratches at her till she cries out, “No! No! Stop!”
I only mutter the word, “fine,” before moving up towards her mouth. In one, quick second I claim her lips. I feel her body melt beneath me. Her hands float down to the pale brown comforter, and her legs curl around my thighs and knees. A growl grows within me, but I’m not about to pull away from her right now. She is mine—totally mine. Her soft body, the curve of her arm draped around my neck, these sweet round breasts pressed tight against my torso... it’s like a dream to be on top of her, dominating her. But it isn’t enough. If I am going to do this—take some claim on a girl from a rival club—she is going to know her place.
I take that arm that rests on my neck and throw it above us. The second one follows before she can even react. I pin them up above her head with one crisscrossed above the second. Her legs come next. I use my hips to spread both as far apart as I can. I want a good angle. She looks too damn hot under my control not to enjoy it to the full extent.
Her eyes glow at the realization of what’s about to go down. I hate to admit it, but there are damn rocks in my stomach that are growing like weights just thinking about taking her. What the fuck was up with me tonight? There was no way I should be hesitating like this. My lips should be all over these delicious tits of hers. My cock should at least be warming itself up in her. But I can’t bring myself to move on her, not right now. Maybe it’s the taste of booze that lingers in my mouth from our deep kiss, or maybe it’s the way she’s looking on me like an eager puppy dog... but I pull up and away, rolling over to my side.
“I’m gonna take a second outside.” I sigh in an attempt to catch my breath. I can’t even look at her before I’m out the door. The brisk night air hits me like a strike of lighting. It’s much cooler than I remember, or maybe it was just me being some pussy shit asshole who can’t get himself to take a drunk girl when she offered it up. What was it about her that made me actually care if she was in her right mind or not?
I check my phone. It’s practically exploding with messages from the guys congratulating me on the win. But near the end of the list, the most recent messages, get nasty. Even the guys I’m loyal to—the ones that have come up with me—are questioning if I’ve gone out of my fucking mind to trade in the fighter’s prize for a one night stand with a chick from an opposing club.
Not that I blame them or anything. I’m half-considering jumping on my bike and stranding her here in the motel room. Feisty chick like her could handle herself for a night while she sobered up and then found her own way back to the Filth and Butcher headquarters. Still, it wouldn’t change my situation. I can’t change that I did pick her over the money and the liquor and that the entire two clubs watched me walk away with her draped over my back.
There is no going back from here. I might as well enjoy my spoils.
I take a deep breath and head back inside, but to my surprise, she’s curled up in bed with her thin legs clutched up to her stomach. The blonde hair stretches over the white pillows and her lipstick stains the corner of the bed linens she’s laying on. How the hell I ended up with America’s only angel was beyond me. I lift her up and over towards the right side of the bed to make space for myself. I wasn’t normally one for sharing. Okay, that’s a lie. I never, ever, let a chick sleep in bed next to me. It’s rule number one for guys like me when you’re just trying to have a good time. But tonight’s different, and she’s too drunk and tired to even notice that I’m breaking protocol here.
I reach over and click the light off. The room grows still and quiet, but my mind races a mile a minute as if I’m out driving it on the highway. In the background, I can hear her breathing like a beating drum with its own rhythm. Her hand eventually travels over to me, finding my arm through the thick layer of comforter I tossed on her. Her hand just barely clasps around half the muscle, but still, she holds on to me like she won’t let go for nothing.
I force my eyes to close and think back on the fight—the mistakes I made, the plays I followed, the look on my opponent’s face as I knocked him the fuck out. Years ago, this is how I usually fell asleep. That was when I slept in the moldy, damp locker room of my old gym long before I had a group of guys sheltering me and giving me a life to look forward to. Now look how far I’ve gone? From cement floor under a dripping shower to here, in bed with a woman’s leg slightly draped over my thigh.
Everything goes blank except the sound of the imaginary crowd cheering my name in victory.
***
DAMN AM I HOT! FUCK! I never sleep under blankets or sheets. I always run a few degrees above everyone else. But tonight’s ridiculous. It takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m not in my own bed back in my apartment. There’s the chair I don’t know and the mini fridge humming along. A sign on the door I can barely read through my squinted eyes gives the checkout time as ten a.m. And beside me, a girl is awake and moving. Sunday. I can’t believe I forgot about Sunday.
She doesn’t notice I’m awake. She’s too busy fumbling with something on the side of the bed to even care that I’ve hoisted my head up on my arm for a better view. She’s got my pair of jeans in her hand and is going through the pockets carefully. The bitch is actually trying to steal from me! Was this the plot all along? Did she think I got some cash out of this as well? This little witch doesn’t have a clue what kind of sleeping bear she just woke up.
With one arm, I reach over and manage to catch her by the stomach as she screams in surprise. Her hand flies up and out of my jeans, and it’s clear as fucking day that she’s clutching something. I throw her back down so hard that her body bounces into the air off the springy mattress. With a quick leap, I am on top of her, holding her down like earlier in the night.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing going through my stuff like that, girl? You robbing me? Was that your plan?”
“No... no... please. Let me go. I just took...” She opens her balled up palm to show me what she’s holding on to. The brown and tan bear charm I wear on the backside of my jeans for good luck—a little trinket my old boxing coach gave to me years ago, right before I left him to join the club. He knew it was the best move for me, even if it meant giving up boxing, but the charm was there to remind me what kind of monster I could be when I let myself unleash it.
I interrogate her further, leaning my face down so that she can see the bulges of my veins along my throat and my eyes glaring at her with menace. “Why do you want it? You think it’s worth something to me? It’s just a shit toy you dumb girl!” I take the charm out of her hand and toss it onto the floor. The metal clasp clinks on the tile until it rests against the back wall. I’d worry about finding it tomorrow. Right now, I only have punishment in my mind.
I turn back to her as she cowers away from me. “What do the Filth and Butcher do with chicks like you who steal things? Or do they know what kind of low-life scum you are and that’s why they were all too eager to get you out of their hair?”
“No! No! Please. Just listen to me...” she begs, practically weeping under my control. “I’m sorry. I just needed it to prove to the girls that—”
“The girls?” I stop her. “What the fuck?” I ease up just enough so that she can spin and turn a little easier, though she gives up resisting when I allow her to speak.
“I need something to prove to the girls that I slept with you.” Her hands fly up to her face in what I think has to be embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I should’ve just asked. I didn’t mean for you to notice or find out.”
“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that this was some fucking dare?” I growl.
“Yes?” she squeaks, growing more and more uncomfortable at the sight of me. “But it ends up with you sleeping with me, so it’s all good, right?”
“Wrong,” I snarl as I lean down towards her before she can get out another stupid word from those beautiful lips. They open up to me like a secret passageway. She’s eager to please. After taking something of mine like that, she better be willing to play along with what I’m about to throw at her. While her hands are wrapped up in me, I spin her around, so she falls on top of me.
“Go down,” I command her, not a bit of humor in my mouth. “Get on your knees.”
Sunday’s blue doe eyes grow bigger, her thin eyebrows raising in a question she knows she’s going to have to answer herself. How far is she really willing to take this? If she thought she was going to take my shit and walk away without giving me something in return, she was mistaken. She is going to work for that charm starting right now.
After a moment, she smiles and then sinks down the length of my body. Her head rests against the thin fabric of my black silk briefs where the bulge grows slightly at the thought of her and what she is about to do for me.
“Strip for me,” I order her next, “fully.”
On her knees, she works her way out of the tight, short dress. It leaves her in a strapless pushup bra and a thin black thong so skinny I can barely notice it. Intrigued, I ask her to stand up for me. I use my finger to show her how I want her to spin around for me.
“Lean down,” I add. “I want to see that ass of yours.” She places her hands on her knees and gives me the best damn view of an ass I’ve ever had. It’s just the right size—round with a little meat on it, but it’s small enough that I could see me punishing her from behind.
“Take the rest off.”
Her eyes lock on me as she first removes the panties. They curl around her finger as she pulls them off of her legs. Her bra comes next. The tight fabric pulls and yanks her boobs together, but when the clasp is released, you can practically see them go flying to be free. The round, perfect molds bounce slightly as they settle back in. Her perky tipped nipples point in my direction as they await my next order.
“Get back down. On your knees and get to work, Sunday.”
I lean myself back towards the bed with my hands resting behind my head. As I settle in, she removes my briefs. Just like her tits, my cock can’t wait to come out and play. I swear to God I think I hear her gasp at the size of it. Chick like her should know that nine times out of ten, a big guy like me comes packing large. What you see is what you get no matter where you’re looking.
Her hands wrap around my shaft, gliding themselves up the length to the top. I’m already a bit wet in anticipation, and she knows it too. I wonder, as she works my cock like putty in her hands, just how wet her panties were before she lost them? Her movements pick up speed, her hand pressure intensifies as I stiffen to a straight rod to her touch.
“More,” I growl impatiently. “Give me more.” She goes with it, her hands whipping relentlessly from top to bottom until she has a rhythm that could only be described as chaos.
When I’m there—when I’m good and hard and raring to go—I let her stop this tune up. I reach down to her, holding her by the wrist.
“Are you ready for this ride?” I ask, uncaring about her actual answer. She nods at me, slightly shaking. The alcohol might’ve worn off of her, but she still has some courage in those veins. She’s as ready as I am for the real show.
With one pull, she’s back down on the bed with me on top. I kiss her again, her own lips meeting me halfway. There’s longing in that kiss with her tongue dancing up on mine and her lips sucking my bottom lip into hers. The pretty little slut can’t get enough of me, and we haven’t even really begun to have fun. I hoist her legs up and onto my chest so that her feet can press down against me for support. With her in position, I grab hold of my throbbing cock, and I glide it right on in between the sweet, moist lips between her legs.
Dammit, is she tight! A girl like her shouldn’t be walking around with a pussy like this that it could trap a man like me inside. Still, the clench around my cock feels like heaven on earth as I let out a groan of disbelief. She gasps as her head flies up and back into the sheets, those beautiful tits of hers bouncing as she settles into the feeling of me inside of her. I want to see her do it again, so I tease her this time. Coming out slowly, I leave just the tip inside of her before launching myself back in without warning.
“Bear! Fuck!” she screams, “Please...”
Mercifully, I pull back out of her. I feel her cunt ease up around me. She was getting used to my length already, molding herself to me.
“Please what?” I ask her innocently. “You want more of that?” I thrust into her again. “You want more of me fucking you?”
“Yes!” she cries out, her hands to her lips. She bites down on her index and middle fingers as I begin to pick up the pace. My hands wrap around her lily white thighs for support and an extra feel of her. She’s smooth everywhere from top to bottom. There isn’t a part of her body that I don’t want a taste of. But tonight, I am going to take her as hard and fast as possible. She is going to learn to pay the price for making a bet on me.
Even with revenge on my mind, I let myself enjoy her. Her folds wrapped around me is making me fucking delirious. Instead of entering her to the hilt, I can only get about midway in and out before something in me needs to push out. She doesn’t seem to mind. I can tell by the way her face has turned a pinkish-purple how much she wants me to take her like this—fast and hard. But as she grows closer and closer to the edge, I’m having a harder time controlling myself. Every bit of me wants to take and fuck the hell out of her.
My hips speed up. My cock crashes in and out of wet little puss with no breaks or slides. My skin beats up against her skin. Her cries become muffled as her head turns into a pillow for support. Those beautiful nipples of hers fly and flip with each one of my pounds. And then, finally, she lets go. Dammit do I love watching her when she orgasms. Her entire body eases up so much that I nearly slide right out. The juices of her pussy drip around the edge of my cock, giving me a natural lube to take her even harder. There’s no stopping me now. With her taken care of, it’s my turn to do what the hell I want to do with her body.
Pushing myself all the way into her, I use my arms to pull Sunday up and into me. She flies up at me with my dick still attached to her. She holds on for support while I hoist her up with my hips. Her thighs wrap around my backside as I take off towards the opposite end of the room for a small patch of wall not occupied by furniture. I throw her body onto the wood paneling and position her just the way I like it.
“No... no... too hard!” she cries out as I rocket myself deep within her. Here, she has no control; no say in how fast or slow I go. She can’t do a thing but be at my mercy or risk falling to the ground with a thud. This is giving me total trust that I, as her master, won’t fuck this up for her. Lucky for her, there is no way I’m going to let her down now. I want to see her come like this. I want to see that pussy drip from up in the air. And I want to feel my own cock shoot out its seed onto her stomach.
I work and work my cock so that it drills up into her. Each beat is harder, faster, more deliberate than the next. My breathing hitches in my throat as it becomes more of a gasp for air. Sweat drips down my back and neck where her fingernails dig into the lines of my tattoos. I kiss her again, needing to feel and taste the sticky sweet moisture of her lips. She breathes life into me as both my shaft and my mouth dive deeper into her own body.
She comes again. Unlike her last go, she’s so wrapped up in the wild chaos of us that she doesn’t pause or stop her thrusting back into me. The only sign is the smell of her ripe orgasm. She lets it roll on by for me. And I’m not far behind her. With the sensation of her cum mixing with my own sweat and juices, I’m nearly there. But it’s not until she whispers my name, “Bear... oh God... Bear,” that I unleash myself.
My cum blasts out of me like a volcano eruption. It shoots up into her like another extension of my thrusts. Sunday cries out again in pleasure and relief, and we are both left gasping and holding on to one another as we recover.
“That was...” she tries to say as I walk her back to the bed, my cock still stiff inside of her. “Jesus, I don’t know... “
“It better have been worth whatever bet you made on it.”
“Yeah, you could say it was worth it.” She pulls the comforter up around her while I head off to the bathroom to clean up. On my way, I snatch the bear charm I tossed earlier from its spot under the desk. I carry it back to the bed, placing it on the table next to her.
She looks up at me, appearing exhausted as I explain, “You’re gonna need this.”
A satisfying smile stretches across her face. “Thanks.”
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