Royce
I growl when I feel her press her lower half against my cock. She knows exactly what she’s doing with that ass of hers.
“You trying to get fucked down here tonight?” I ask, looking in those dark blue eyes.
“Maybe.” She bites her bottom lip, and I swear to God I wrap tighter around her pinky.
“I bet you didn’t know you were such a dirty girl.”
“Yo, Rolly!” I look up and see my boys coming down the steps.
Ezra looks at the ring behind me and shakes his head. Donovan just laughs and looks at me with a questioning expression. “Guess there’s no fight tonight?”
“No,” I say, and don’t elaborate.
“Someone went caveman,” Pandora says, and waves to the two of them.
“I don’t blame him,” Ezra says. “You’re coming down to the lion’s den dressed like that. I’m surprised another fight hasn’t broken out.”
“Not yet,” I say, narrowing my eyes on her. “And stop looking at her,” I snap at Ezra.
“Hey, just looking out for my man’s girl.” He winks at her, and I feel my fists clench.
“Since you’re here, and there’s no fight, how about we get a beer and see what shakes out? I bet they’ll stack another one. It’s early.” Donovan looks past me and then back to us.
My grip on Pandora’s ass tightens, but she has other ideas.
“Sounds like fun. The first one was over way too soon.” She blows me a kiss as she wiggles out of my grip and goes to the bar.
“Goddamn that woman,” I say to myself, but Donovan slaps me on the back.
“Cheer up, Rolly. You’ve only got another sixty years or so of it to deal with.”
The thought of spending the rest of my life with Pandora warms the place in my chest that I didn’t think was alive until I met her. Donovan and Ezra know the type of guy I am. They know that I don’t take things lightly when it comes to women. If I’ve put my claim on Pandora, they know it’s for keeps. She’s the one, and I’m done. It’s that simple for me, and they know it. Now let’s see if Pandora can get on the same page as them.
Pandora grabs a stool and orders us beers. I go over and pick her up, then sit down and put her on my lap. She wiggles on top of me like she’s annoyed, but when her ass finds my cock, her eyes grow wide. I lean into her hair and put my lips against her ear.
“Keep wiggling like that and I’ll bend you over this bar.” I take her lobe between my teeth, and I feel her shiver. “I’d have to murder everyone in this room for watching you get fucked. But I’ll always give you what you need.”
I slide my hands up her bare thigh until I get to the edge of her short shorts. They show just the edge of her cheek and barely cover her pussy.
“Royce,” she breathes, and I shake my head.
“Call me Rolly when we’re down here. It makes me so fucking hard to think about you cheering my name while you watch me.” I play with the edge of her shorts, running my fingertips where the denim is frayed. “If I get in there tonight, I’m gonna fight. And when I’m done, I’m gonna need to fuck. So if I step in that ring, you better be wet and ready for me, baby.”
“That middleweight from Boston is here tonight. You want in on that?” Donovan asks, breaking our moment.
I look up at him and then to Pandora, raising my eyebrow in a question. She licks her lips, and I see a blush creep across her cheeks as she nods.
“Yeah, I’m fighting,” I say to Donovan.
“All right. I’ll set it up,” he says, and disappears through the crowd.
I drink my beer, and Pandora watches me, eyes locked on my mouth and then on my throat when I swallow. Her body is so hot, and I can see the change in her breathing, see her hard nipples poking against the thin white shirt.
“You stay beside Ezra until it’s finished,” I say. It’s not a question, but she nods. “And you stay where I can see you. Right up front.”
“It’s done,” Donovan says, coming back over. “You’re up in ten.”
“Let’s go change,” I say, getting off the stool and pulling Pandora behind me.
I take her into the bathroom and lock the door. I push her up against it and lift her, letting her legs wrap around my waist.
“Tell you what, baby. However many seconds it takes me to knock that guy out is how many hours I’m going to spend between your legs when we get home.”
“Is that a threat?” she asks smugly.
“You saw me KO that guy in about a second. You sure you want me to go that quick?” I give her my cocky smile that I know makes her wet, and I’m not disappointed when she rubs her lower half against me.
“Take your time,” she says, but then she becomes serious. “Be careful, okay?”
“You just take care of what’s most important to me, and I’ll do the rest.” I kiss her softly and then drop her to her feet so I can change.
When I’ve got on my loose shorts and no shirt, she looks me over like I’m a piece of meat and she’s a vegan who just fell off the wagon.
“You keep giving me eyes like that and I’ll have to fuck you right now.”
There’s a loud pounding on the door. “You’re up, Rolly.”
“Promises, promises,” Pandora says, and runs her hand across my chest. “Put your shirt on right after. I don’t like other women seeing you without it on.”
I reach into my bag and pull it out, slipping it back on over my head. She looks at me with shock on her face, and I wink. “For your eyes only.”
We walk out and make our way over to the ring. I stand at the edge, and Ezra is right there beside Pandora, waiting on her.
I lean down, giving her a kiss and laying my claim in front of everyone. I want to deepen it, but I force myself to stop and then move my lips to her ear. “Count for me, baby.”
Stepping away, I walk in the ring and look over to her thighs squeezed together. My job is almost done. Now I just need to knock this guy out so I can go take care of my woman.
The bell rings, and I step up, my fists held in front of my face. The guy comes at me, and I block his first few punches, dancing around the ring. I hear the crowd cheering, but over all of it I hear Pandora say my name.
The primal beast inside me grows ten sizes, and I smile at the man across the ring from me. He doesn’t stand a chance.
Stepping forward, I lay a one-two punch on him and then another. That’s all it takes to make him go down. He’s a big guy, but I’ve got my woman shouting my name, and I’d never let her see me fail.
He’s not knocked out, so the ref has to come over to count it out. I turn to see Pandora with one hand on her throat in surprise as she watches me. It was fast, but the time is ticking. I count out loud with the ref, giving her my dirty smile. Knowing I’m going to love every minute I’m between those smooth thighs of hers.
“Three, two, one,” I say, stalking toward her. But before I make it to her, she’s leaping into my arms.
I carry her through the crowd, and her mouth goes to my neck, licking and sucking on me.
“Get out of my way,” I growl at people who are blocking us.
When I get to the bathroom, I kick it closed and shoot the bolt.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” she breathes right before my mouth connects with hers.
I set her on her feet and unbutton her shorts, pushing them off her hips along with her panties. I lift her back up and press her to the wall as I pull my rock-hard cock out.
“Seven seconds,” she moans right before I thrust all the way into her tight pussy.
“Seven hours of heaven,” I say, pulling back and thrusting back in.
“Royce!” She cries out, and I do it again.
I ride her hard, needing the release from tonight. The adrenaline has built up from the fighting and thinking about all the men out there checking out what’s mine.
“Right now, you’re getting a quick fuck. I’ll take my time when we get home.” I reach between us and rub her clit. “This is fast and dirty. But I know you like it.”
I feel her tighten around me as I pound her against the wall. I strum her sweet little nub, and she moans, burying her mouth against my chest.
My cock aches to come, but I feel how close she is. I grit my teeth and hold off, wanting us to go together. The punishing rhythm is enough, though, and I don’t have to wait long.
“That’s it!” she cries, tensing up and biting my chest as she comes.
“Fuck,” I moan, and empty into her, feeling my whole body shake from the intensity of it.
Her body goes limp in my arms as I feel the heat of our passion coat her thighs. I’m going to have fun cleaning that up later.
“God, you’re so hot when you fight,” she says, smiling at me with heavy eyes.
“Not as hot as you are when you’re on my cock.” I flash her the smile I know drives her crazy, and she rolls her eyes, smacking my chest playfully. “I’m going to take you home, feed you, and then make good on my promise.”
“You’re going to get lockjaw,” she says, kissing my lips. “But then I won’t have to hear your cocky comments.”
“I’ll take that trade-off.”