She squirmed her tongue but and drool ran from the sides of her mouth. Her air was running out and her lungs were beginning to burn.
“Fuck, Jake,” Cole said as he watched her take his cock. “You’re choking the poor girl.”
“Ahhh,” Jake moaned. “Just a little more. Keep...licking...Ahhhh! Ahhhh!”
She felt a warm gush down her throat and she swallowed as fast she could. It wasn’t fast enough. His cum shot out around the sides of her mouth just as he pulled his cock out.
“Stick out your tongue,” he grunted. “Open.”
Lisa opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as she could.
Hot cum lashed her face as he jacked his cock off into her mouth. A thick rope of it splashed over her glasses and into her hair.
He bucked his hips with each thrust as he shot it all over her. “Fuuuuuck,” he groaned. “Fuck!”
“Fuck is right. Damn, Lisa!” Cole said as he watched the scene.
Jake finally finished, gasping for air. Lisa tilted her cum-soaked face away from his and Cole’s view.
“I told you,” Jake said as he caught his breath. “You’re my girl. This is how it is. No shame.”
He reached down and grabbed her by the chin and turned her drenched face to him. “You’re perfect now.”
He turned her face to Cole.
“What do you think, Cole?” he said.
“Goddamn right she is fucking perfect now,” Cole answered.
Their praise sent a shiver down her spine. Jake had covered her in his cum and her own drool. He had smeared her makeup all over her face with his cock. She was now the polar opposite of the demure, innocent girl that had walked into this room. She loved it. She just needed her own release now.
“Anyway,” Jake said as he released her chin and stood up straight, “out with it, Cole. What the fuck do you want?”
“They want you in the press conference. Um, now-ish,” he said. “And Jake...there are some rumors floating around tonight. There’s some serious buzz that Cariaso is injured. He might be out of the title fight. If so...dude, they may come knocking.”
“All right,” Jake said. “I’ll get dressed. Now get the fuck out!”
Cole chuckled, “Yes sir. See you in a bit.” He walked to the door and turned back to them at the last minute. “You do look lovely like that, Lisa,” he said as he closed the door.
Jake pumped his cock a few times with his fist and squeezed out the last drop of his cum. “Get it,” he ordered.
Lisa tilted her head to his cock and licked the drop off.
“Look at me,” he said.
She looked up and met his hard gaze.
“I have to go now. I should be back in thirty minutes. Clean yourself up and have Cole get you into the post-fight press conference. You and I will continue this tonight.”
For a brief moment, Lisa felt the warm satisfaction of having made a man climax. It had seemed so easy with him. It was nothing like the eternity of ineffectual sucking and licking she had performed for Roger. But then, after Roger she had taken measures to make sure that kind of disaster never happened again. Could that have been it?
It made her feel desirable to think so. To think she had done that to Jake, that he had desired her. That she had pleased him.
He was such a powerful man, the kind of man most men were afraid of. While she sucked him she had felt power over him. It had been so easy. When he finally released she felt his knees buckle. She had almost brought the fighter to his knees with only her mouth!
She smiled as she thought of him releasing onto her face. She had done that to him. Then it hit her. It wasn’t her! It wasn’t all the effort she had put in to get good at it. It wasn’t that she was pretty, or even desirable. It was the adrenaline rush from the fight! He had all of that adrenaline in his body, of course he had climaxed with her! He would have climaxed with anyone.
The realization crushed her. She had started to put the nightmare of Roger behind her, but Roger was probably right all along. She wasn’t sexy. She wasn’t the kind of girl guys wanted. Jake had just been high from his win.
Her heart sank.
Jake
Chapter 15
Title Shot
Jake sat down in his chair at the front of the conference room. The fighters flanked the promoter. The coordinators had lined Jake and several other winners on one side. Several of the higher profile losers were on the other. Everyone had a microphone in front of them and a bottle of water for hydration.
It was all part of the dog-and-pony show of MMA. The reporters asked their usual questions. How does it feel to win? Did he do anything you didn’t expect? What’s next? Are you taking time off? The questions were always the same. When you won your fight you were happy to answer them, happy to get the publicity, take the pictures.
When you lost...not so much.
Jake took a deep breath and exhaled. It was the most relaxed he had been since he had started fight camp. Nothing was better than fucking your woman after beating the shit out of your enemy. He pitied the men who would never experience it.
Well, technically he hadn’t fucked Lisa. Not yet. He would take care of that immediately after the press conference.
But he had fucked the shit out of her face and she had taken every inch of it like a pro. How the hell? He still marveled at the way she opened her mouth and took the full length of his cock. He had never met a woman that could, and yet here this sweet, innocent thing hadn’t even flinched.
She was so full of surprises. He had expected to find a sexual animal buried deep inside her, but this was different. She had exceeded all his expectations. First, she cums just from dry-humping his arm, and now...this.
He dimly registered that the press conference had started. Reporters were asking the usual questions. So far they had focused their attention on the other fighters.
That was fine with Jake. More time to think about Lisa’s pretty little mouth wrapped around his dick. His thoughts turned to the things he would do to her after the press conference and his cock stirred in his pants. He was close to being ready for round two with Lisa.
“...speculation is it might be Jake,” one of the reporters said.
Jake’s attention immediately snapped to the reporter. What had he said?
“Yes, in fact, it is Jake,” the promoter responded. “But we haven’t had a chance to discuss it with his team yet.”
“What you say, Jake? Would you be in?” the reporter asked.
Jake pulled the microphone closer to his mouth. “Um, what was the question again?”
The audience chuckled.
“Cariaso is out of the title fight with Oliveira. It’s two weeks out, but you came out of your fight with Beast unscathed. Would you be ready to step in as Cariaso’s replacement?”
Jake looked at the promoter who gave a slight nod. The fight was his if he wanted it. Another two weeks of training, diet control...another weight cut. It would be hell, but title shots didn’t just fall into your lap like this. He was getting a bump over 4 people ranked higher than him. He had to take it.
He turned back to the reporter. “Of course,” he said.
The entire media pit erupted. Questions were flying and photographers were taking pictures.
One reporter finally managed to make himself heard over the din. “Vegas fight odds already have you as a +450 underdog. That’s almost five to one. What do you say to that?”
Vegas odds already? The rumor mill was way out in front of them.
“I say bet the house on me if you want to get rich.”
The reporters exploded into another volley of questions as they all tried to yell over each other.
Another reporter broke through with a question. “Jake, we love the confidence. But no one has yet been able to deal with his striking. How will you deal with that?” the reporter asked.
“No one’s been able to deal with my power double, either. I’m going to run right through him like a freight trai
n. Once I have him on the ground, I’ll choke him out or pound him into submission.”
Tonight he would be pounding something else into submission, he thought.
“Oliveira just said on Twitter that he’s relieved Cariaso is out. That now he can take it easy. Does that kind of talk bother you?”
It did. Fuck Ricardo Oliveira. That cocky fucking bastard. Someone once said there is nothing worse than someone who talks a bunch of smack and then backs it up. That was Oliveira to a T. The only thing worse than that bastard’s smack talk was the fact that he always backed it up.
Not this time.
“It makes me hungry,” Jake said to the reporter. “It makes me want to go out there and shut him up, and that’s what I plan to do. Everybody here, remember that Tweet. Everybody here, remember he said he was going to get to take it easy. Remember that when they’re wrapping that belt around my waist.”
He pushed away from the table and stood up as the media pit erupted again. Reporters were yelling questions at him, but he ignored them. He had said what he had to say. He walked out of the conference room and started making his way back to his room. That would give them something to talk about. The din of the conference room receded behind him as he walked away.
He had better things to do right now. Lisa was waiting, and while blowing his load all over her sweet face had been fun, he needed to fuck.
Then it hit him. There would be no fucking tonight. There would be no fucking for the next two weeks. He had a fight to train for, and every fighter knew you don’t fuck while you’re in training. A fighter needed every once of strength, of testosterone, every gram of aggression. Fucking took all that away. “Find a lion that hasn’t had some food for a while, and you’ve got a dangerous cat.” That’s what they said.
Fucking was like was that. Find a fighter that hasn’t fucked in a while, and you’ve got a dangerous man.
It wasn’t all lost. He could still get Lisa off. Hell yes. Watching her cum for two weeks, with no release for him, would be just the thing to build aggression. Oliveira was fucked.
He opened the door to his hotel room. Cole and Lisa were there waiting, smiling brightly.
“We heard. We were there. You did it, Jake,” Cole said. “Bad-fucking-ass, you did it!”
Jake chuckled. “I haven’t done anything yet.”
“You got a fucking title shot by dismantling Beast! That’s something. You earned this brother!” He got up out of his chair and gave Jake a big hug. “Proud of you, man.”
“Thanks, brother. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Psh, bullshit, but thanks." He turned to Lisa. "How does it feel knowing your stepbrother will be the next Light Heavyweight Champion?”
“You can stop calling him my stepbrother now,” she said.
“Why? That makes it hotter!” Cole said through a laugh.
“Cole, I need to talk to Lisa,” Jake said.
“Oh, right, of course,” Cole said. “Dude, again...proud of you.” He slapped Jake on the back and left the room.
Jake looked at Lisa. She had cleaned up her face. Cleaned her glasses. Put her hair back into that cute little messy bun. She even sat demurely somehow. Was it the hand placement? The way she kept her legs together? No one would have guessed that twenty minutes ago she had been on her knees deepthroating his cock. Sucking it like a pro in front of Jake's best friend Cole and ending up with her face soaked in cum. The juxtaposition of who she really was and how the rest of the world saw her drove him crazy.
“I said we would finish what we started earlier,” Jake said. “I can’t.”
“I know,” she said.
“What do you mean, you know?”
“Cole explained it. He said you can’t have sex with me while you are in training. He said you would want to, but it would have to wait until after the fight.”
“That’s right,” Jake said. “I’m sorry.”
“I understand.” Even now, after letting him blow a load of hot cum all over her face she could barely look at him. She always kept her eyes down. God, could she be sexier?
“That doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you. There are many–”
“No,” she said. “If you can’t, I won’t.”
“I would like it,” he said. “Don’t think it wouldn’t be hot for me to watch you cum.”
She finally looked him in the eyes. “If you can’t, I won’t.”
Jake smiled. Her honesty, her innate sense of fairness was one of the things he loved about her.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to settle for getting to know each other,” he said.
Lisa
Chapter 16
First Date
They held hands as they walked down the street. Dinner had been nice if a bit awkward. Jake was a different man outside of the bedroom. Funny, charming. Cocky, for sure. He flirted with every woman they came across, but always in a good-natured way. He never made her feel second-best. His personality was a stark contrast to the controlling man he was in the bedroom.
He stopped, pulled her to him, and took a kiss from her. He brought a hand to her breast, his breast, and squeezed as his tongue flicked in her mouth.
He let her go and they continued walking.
“I...I just got to know something,” Jake said.
“What?” Lisa said.
“That thing you did...the way you sucked my cock...the way I was able to fuck your mouth,” he said as he looked right at her. There was a subtle change in his tone. It was bedroom Jake talking. In one sentence he had gone from hesitant and friendly to direct and aggressive.
He stopped walking and spun Lisa around to face him.
“How were you able to do that? That’s not normal. Not by a long shot.”
Lisa looked down. It was too embarrassing...and pathetic. The innocent, silly girl. It wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted a woman, not a child.
She just shook her head.
“Lisa,” he said as he lifted her chin with his hand. “How many cocks have you sucked?”
“Just...just one other,” she said.
Jake laughed out loud. “Lisa, I’m not jealous or worried about your experience or whatever. It just doesn’t make sense. I’m not bragging when I say I have a large cock. It’s a fact. There aren’t many women in this world that could do what you did. Tell me the truth.”
He had her.
“I...practiced,” she finally admitted.
“You practiced? On guys?”
“No,” she said.
“Then, what?”
“On...things.” It was too embarrassing. She felt her cheeks flushing red with the heat of her embarrassment.
A wry grin spread across Jake's face. “For example?”
“It’s too embarrassing. You’ll think I’m some pathetic girl or something. I mean, the girls you get could have any guy they wanted. I mean, if they were able to get you. They probably had tons of experience.”
“That’s not important to me Lisa,” Jake said. He grabbed her by the hand and they continued walking. “I just want you to be honest with me, but if you don’t want to share that, I understand.”
“Promise not to laugh, or make fun of me?” she said.
He stopped again and turned her head to meet his. “Lisa, I will never make fun of you.”
His eyes bored holes through her as he said and she once again thought of staring into the sun. It was too much. She looked away.
“Bananas,” she said.
“Ah, yeah I can see it.”
“And...cucumbers,” she finally admitted, blushing.
“You are full of surprises Lisa Dane,” he said with a smile. “But, why? Why all the practice?”
“I needed to get...better,” she said.
Jake laughed. “Well, it worked.”
They walked in silence for a moment and she began to wonder if she had said too much.
“I like it,” he said.
She looked at him, not sure what he was talking about
.
“That you practiced,” he said. He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. “You practiced sucking cock. You made sure you knew how to deepthroat a cock bigger than almost any man you would ever meet. I don’t know why, but that’s fucking hot to me. I like it. Very much.”
He smiled at her. It sent a shiver to her core. He thought it was hot. An odd sort of pride began to replace her embarrassment. She pulled his muscled arm tighter to her. He released her grip and wrapped it around her. She felt safe, protected. As long as she was in his arms there were no threats.
They had been walking for minutes and she realized she had no idea where they were going.
“Where are you taking me?” she said.
“Just up here. Almost there.”
“But, where is there?”
“You said you wanted to get to know me, right? What makes me tick? I’m going to show you.”
They rounded a corner and walked up a couple of steps to the entrance of an unassuming building. Unless you knew it was there you wouldn’t even notice it. There was a single wooden door with a small window in the middle. Peeling white paint covered the door. It said, “Gino’s Wrestling Gym.”
“Come on, I’ll show you,” Jake said as he opened the door.
The place had the kind of dank smell that only came from fifty years of sweat and blood. It was small. Wrestling mats covered the floors wall to wall except for a narrow path that went around the edges. Flags from all over the world hung from the ceiling. The owners had covered the walls with trophies, plaques, and old faded photographs.
Kids wrestled on the mats and a few coaches weaved in and out of them. They were yelling at the kids with a mixture of encouragements and chastisements. No one even looked up at Lisa and Jake.
“Do...do you know these people?” Lisa said.
Jake chuckled. “Nah, none of these people know me anymore. I used to train here when I was a kid, about their age,” he said as he pointed to the kids on the mats. “The gym’s changed ownership a couple of times since those days. Come here, I want to show you something.”
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