Claiming His Virgin In the Ring: The Filthy Wrestling Club

by Cassandra Dee

  She didn’t give a damn about Jake. Just his money. I was in shock. I swallowed thickly and absorbed the new information, still on my feet and staring at all the things she'd scored just by being Jake's fiancée. But I knew none of those things could replace Jake. He was the perfect man, the perfect lover.

  "Despite that, I am sorry for what I did,” I said. “I shouldn't have slept with him. I know that hurt you."

  "Hurt? You don't know hurt yet, Lacey." Mom stood up and walked toward me. "A man like Jake is just going to step all over a little prissy girl like you. You think you've got him now. Ha! In a couple of years, you'll just be a cum stain on a set of discarded sheets."

  Amanda didn’t know what she was talking about so I didn't try to convince her of anything else. She'd missed out on a great guy, that was all.

  "Is that pity I see on your face, you little bitch!" Mom's hand slapped across my face and I gasped from the sudden pain. "Get out! Don't bother to come crawling back to me when he kicks you out!"

  Growling like an animal, she grabbed my shoulders and pushed savagely all the way through her living room and out the front door.

  "You deserve every shitty thing he does to you," she hissed. "Don't say I didn't warn you." Then she slammed the door in my face.

  My face was still stinging from her slap when I called Jake and he answered my call. "I need to talk to you."

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jake

  "Mom told me everything." Lacey walked into my apartment looking like a different woman.

  The dress she wore when she'd left here looked the same but there something about her face and way she carried herself. Something almost peaceful.

  "Yeah. What does 'everything' mean exactly?" I took Lacey's hand and led her into my kitchen where I'd been making a quick lunch salad. I washed my hands at the sink and went back to chopping strawberries.

  "Your relationship was nothing like I thought." Lacey's cute face scrunched up in a frown. She picked up one of the strawberries and bit into it, then moaned with pleasure. It was a sweet batch.

  "I went over there this morning..." She paused to eat another strawberry then told me what happened with Amanda.

  After she finished the story, I shrugged. The story was basically one I suspected. We had both been using each other for business reasons, or at least something like it. I'd never loved Amanda, and now I knew for sure that she didn't love me. She had just been the path to the woman I loved. Lacey.

  "It's good that you heard it from her," I said and scraped chopped pieces of chicken breast from the chopping board into the nearly finished bowl of salad.

  "That was all I needed to lay my fears to rest," Lacey said.

  She came up behind me and slid her arms around my waist, resting her cheek against my back. The brunette felt fucking amazing.

  "That's good," I said. My heart tripped happily in my chest. Everything was going right for us. I put away the cutting board and the knife and gently turned around so the kitchen island was at my back and Lacey rested at my front. She smelled so good, like her delicate perfume and the mint shampoo I kept in my shower. "Would you like to try this salad? It's got cheese in it."

  She looked up at me, eyes smiling. "No, but I'd like to try something else with you though."

  "What's that?" I was intrigued.

  "I want to try a relationship with you."

  "Seriously? Even after everything I did?"

  "Yes. Because even though you did those things, I did them too. We were and are in this thing together. Mom never cared about either one of us, so that makes me relieved that I didn't break up a happy relationship."

  "If we had been all that happy, I wouldn't have gone looking for this ass--" I grabbed her juicy mounds."--to throw on my dick."

  She rolled her eyes and smiled. "You sweet talker, you."

  I chuckled. "Hey, with a cock like this, I don't really have to do much talking," I teased her.

  "True enough." Giggling, she rubbed herself against me. And although I was hungry and hadn't eaten all day, suddenly all I wanted was Lacey on her hands and knees and my cock in her ass.

  I groaned when she grabbed me through my jeans. "Come here, big daddy." She unzipped my pants and pulled out my fat snake. She gripped it hard and used it as a handle to pull me to the bedroom.

  Oh, fuck...

  She quickly stripped and by the time she turned around from folding her dress over my chair, I was already naked, my meat standing tall and ready to slam into her tight hole. Slowly, she walked toward me, the look on her face ravenous.

  "Get on the bed, Jake. On your back."

  I didn't even hesitate, but when she climbed on top of me, her dripping pussy open over my dick, I grabbed her waist.

  "Lacey. Don't. I told you I can't do that with you."

  "Can't or won't?” she challenged me.

  "Baby, I already told you the reason why?" But reason was already falling to pieces with the sight of her pink snatch dripping its juices down her thighs and trailing down to my stomach in sticky and mouth-watering strings.

  God damn, she wanted to fuck just as bad as me.

  "Trust me, Jake. Whatever this is, we're in it together. I'll take care of you. If you say you don't want kids, we won't have kids. If you change your mind, this pussy is here for you." She stroked her clit, threw her head back and moaned. With her lips pink and wet, she fingered herself slow and easy. With each shallow stroke, my dick got harder.

  And my trust of her got deeper and deeper. She knew what I wanted. She wouldn't fuck with that.

  "Okay, princess." I groaned when she grabbed my fuck stick and teased her slit with it. Her juices flowed down my pole like a generous river. Damn, she was playing with fire, and the look in her eyes, sexy and hungry, said she knew exactly what she was doing.

  "Take my cherry, Daddy," she breathed, then shoved herself down on my dick in one stroke. Lacey cried out in pain and I almost pulled out, but she stopped me with a hard clench of her internal muscles. “I’m okay.” She swayed above me, her gorgeous tits heaving already, nipples hard and kissing the air.

  Fuck! She was so tight. And so good. The shock of being inside her pussy after taking her ass for so long had me on the edge of coming already. She felt like every good thing I'd ever denied myself and instantly wanted more of.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “This is so amazing. I can’t believe anything could feel better than what we’d done before. But, oooooh.”

  And she was right, it did.

  "Fuck me, Daddy.” Lacey started to move on top of me, riding me like a pro. Her pussy squelched wetly around my dick.

  This woman was amazing. She trusted me, she loved me. And we would be all right together, no matter what happened. I grunted and threw my head back in ecstasy. Then gripped her thick hips and rammed all my love deep into her drenched and tight pussy hole.

  "I love you, Lacey" I gasped. "I love you so goddamned much.”

  ***

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  ~Diary Entries~

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  By Cassandra Dee

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  Diary Entries for My Mom’s Fiance

  July 1 – Today, Jake explained why he’s marrying Amanda. The whole thing was so bullshit, it made me angry.

  “It’s also business,” he rumbled. “I need some traction in this town. Your mother is a wizard at her job and has connections here I only dream of. Together, she and I will do a lot. It’ll be a great partnership.”

  I stared at him, amazed. “Do you even hear yourself? You sound like you’re negotiating another business deal, not a marriage. This isn’t how you’re suppose
d to do it.”

  “You don’t know a damn thing about it. I don’t know much about you since Amanda barely mentions you, but I do know you’ve never worked a day in your life. Businesses live and die on alliances like the one Amanda and I are making.”

  I flinched when he said how little my mother talked about me. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know, but hearing it from him for some reason especially hurt.

  He uncrossed his arms, his eyes sharp on my face. For a second, I thought I saw a fleeting bit of concern, but I must have been imagining it. Jake didn’t care about anything but himself. He just wanted to make more money with my mother and keep getting his dick wet into me.

  July 15 – Today, Jake and I had sex at his office. Again! How could this have happened?

  With my legs still shaking, I climbed off the desk and wordlessly reached out to get some of the tissues. I cleaned myself off as much as I could and dumped the tissues in his trash can.

  “I have a bathroom through there.” He jerked his head toward a nearly hidden door at the back of the office.

  “Why didn’t you tell me that before?” I huffed, trying to hide how affected I was by our sex and the easy way I’d given in to him. Again.

  “I didn’t want to step away and miss a minute of your gorgeous ass draped over my desk.” Then he frowned like he wasn’t expecting himself to say that. He turned away. “You use it first then I’ll have a shower before my next meeting.”

  Grateful to have a moment to myself, I rushed into the bathroom to clean myself up properly. But in the end, I couldn’t do anything about his cum in my ass. Every time I cleaned it off, more drizzled out my ass to coat my thighs. Eventually, I just dragged on my panties, washed my hands, and got out of the bathroom.

  I didn’t pause on my way out the door to say anything else to Jake. Everything that had to be said between us had already been said, and it changed nothing.

  I was fucking my stepdad. And neither of us seemed to want to stop it.

  July 30 – I went to my mom’s (and Jake’s) bridal shower. And he had the temerity to tell me to calm down! What the hell?!?

  The girl’s form quivered, entire body shaking. So I swept in.

  “Chill? Really?” She stared at me like I was the enemy. “Is that how you really want me to react to this fucked up situation? There’s no way I can pretend everything is normal while I’m fucking my goddamn stepfather.”

  “I’m not your step father,” I said, gritting my teeth. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? “At last not yet.”

  “No, but it’s only a matter of a few days. Mom is more excited than ever and I don’t see you trying to call off the wedding.”

  Her voice was getting louder with each word and more than a few pairs of eyes were starting to drift our way.

  “Don’t be so loud.”

  “Don’t be so loud?!” Just to spite me, her voice got even louder. No way she was doing this shit right there in front of everybody. “Let’s talk about this someplace else.”

  August 15 – Why in the world does he only use my ass? Jake explained to me today, and I’m not sure how I feel.

  I swallowed and slowly regained my senses as the tremors from my orgasm gradually faded away. My twat still throbbed though, empty and wanting. Wanting Jake’s cock.

  But he never wanted to take my pussy. All he ever did was fuck my ass. Every single time we were together. It was good, but why didn’t he take the thing that most guys seemed to want? My cunt ached for him and, more than once, I’d practically thrown it into his lap to fuck. But he never took it.

  Why?

  Was something wrong with me or my pussy that he never wanted to fuck me that way?

  Tears stung my eyes. I stumbled to my feet to turn off the water and it abruptly stopped, leaving the bathroom in silence.

  Why?

  My questions echoed over and over in my head without an answer.

  August 20 – We went to the strip club today for Jake and Amanda’s co-bachelor / bachelorette parties. It was a disaster.

  How fucked up was it that my stepdaughter was the one who made me want to be faithful and not the woman I was supposed to marry. I sighed and raked a hand through my hair.

  Agitated for all the wrong reasons, I watched Amanda make a fool of herself in front of the strippers who very obviously didn’t want to touch all over her like that, at least not unless she let go of the wad of cash she had clenched between her teeth and occasionally shoved into their crotches.

  I should probably care more, but I already knew the truth. Amanda wasn’t my type of woman at all.

  In the beginning, her elegant designer suits and head-bitch-in-charge attitude had me completely fooled, which wasn’t something all that easy to do. But I saw what I wanted to see. And then there was Lacey, her hot little daughter with the tight ass and innocent ways. I didn’t want to see myself with her for anything more than a hot dick-and-slit session, she was so damn sweet. Fuck, too sweet. But more and more, I couldn’t imagine anything else.

  August 15 – And when I tried to talk to Jake at the strip club, he brushed me off. WTF?!?

  “A bachelor and bachelorette party at the same time? Who even does that?" Her smile switched on and off from her nervousness.

  I shrugged instead of doing what I wanted to do, which was drag her into my lap and kiss the uncertainty off her face. This girl was driving me straight to madness with lust. A guy like me shouldn't be getting infatuated, not at this damn age.

  But she did it to me. My hormones were raging and I was horny like crazy. I couldn't get her out of my head and I wanted to touch her all the time.

  Shit, I hadn't felt like this since I was in middle school. And back then it sure as hell wasn't this bad.

  "Who knows?" I drawled lazily. "This was Amanda’s idea. Probably something she saw on one of those reality shows where they take off for Cancun."

  "Yeah. Those shows discuss the modern marriage and how the modern couple should be with each other. They’re not all bad. It’s actually got some interesting tips for making a successful and happy marriage work." She blushed and looked away, and it was adorable as hell to see the color rush into her cheeks. She looked young and inexperienced. Like someone I should shelter from the depraved people in the world, including me.

  "So you watch that stuff too, huh?" I teased her just to see if that color would stay in her face. She wasn't wearing any lipstick and some of that rosiness took over her lips too.

  Fuck, what I'd give to be able to kiss her right now.

  "Yeah. Doesn’t everyone?" She looked more than a little uncomfortable.

  In the dark of the club with only the spotlights on the strippers and the people drunk or crazy enough to get up on the stage with them, the rest of the place was in nearly complete darkness. But lights here and there bright enough that people could walk from place to place without tripping over each other or the strippers littered everywhere like party-sized bags of confetti. It was enough light for me to see Lacey and every gorgeous inch of her. I realized I was staring like a creep when she blushed even harder and looked away. She took a big breath and her eyes squeeze tight for a second before she opened her mouth to say what was on her mind.

  August 31 – I’ve been saving a bowl of Jake’s cum. It’s nasty I know, but it’s the new me.

  I stared at him in shock. Was he telling the truth? Did it matter?

  The entire time I'd known him, Jake had controlled me and controlled everything we did together. He always fucked my ass even though I constantly threw my pussy back at him for him to fuck. He was the one to start our downward slide into sex. But this time, I wanted to be the one in control.

  Just like the first time when I'd approached him and he asked me to trust him by climbing into his lap while being surrounded by an entire club full of people, I wanted him to do something for me that showed his trust. And that showed he was willing to give me something back for all the times I had submitted to him without question.
r />   I thought of the glass bowl inside the fridge, shivering with excitement and a touch of lust.

  At first, I didn't know what to do with it. But eventually, I put it in the fridge, covered it with aluminum foil and marked it with a warning, “DO NOT TOUCH” in giant letters, so my roommates wouldn't see it and try to drink it warmed up over their cereal or spread on their toast like butter.

  It was sick and twisted. If sleeping with my stepfather didn't prove it, then keeping his goopy and sticky cum in my fridge certainly did. Did he make me this way, or had I always been this crazy girl who’d bend over for her step daddy while panting for it like a whore?

  The air conditioner in the library blasted over me again and made shiver through my sweatshirt. I looked down at my book again. But after reading the same paragraph for the eighth time and still not understanding what it said, I realized I wasn't doing anything good by being in the library.

  Jake's constant injections of cum in my ass had just about killed my ability to think clearly. I wasn't doing anything here in the library that I couldn't do at home. At least there I could eat some of the ice cream my best friends had brought me back from their recent trip to Vermont. I packed up and left the library for the long walk back to my dorm room.

  September 15 – Jake and I did the nasty. Again. But this time he pushed that cold, wet cum into my asshole. Who says I’m the only dirty one?

  I groaned and pushed back into the sensation of his cold jizz warming up against my skin and inside my bunghole.

  "How does that feel, princess? As good as it did going in the first time?" His voice sounded so rough, so good, like he was enjoying the kinkiness of pushing his cum back into me just as I was. I never imagined something like this would feel so good.