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“Hey, baby.” He didn’t look at her, but the exhaustion in his voice was thick. She moved toward him and started massaging his shoulders. “I would have come get you myself, but Ross pulled me away. I’m glad Tony got you here safely though.” He rubbed the back of his neck and exhaled loudly. Normally Brock was right beside her after a fight, but things had gotten hectic, and when they did Tony, a burly guy that hung around the cage and kept people in line, always snatched her up and brought her to Brock. A knock on the door sounded, and she turned to see Tony step into the room.
“Brock, we got a problem. It seems we lost Izzy in the crowd—” He stopped talking he saw her, and she knew the moment Brock stepped behind her because his body heat was tangible.
“What the fuck?” Brock’s voice held a hard edge to it.
“It’s okay, Tony. I found my way back here.” She smiled, hoping he would just leave before Brock got even more pissed. Fortunately, the big Somalia-born guy took the hint and left. She was spun around, and Brock looked at her. Slowly he let his eyes move down her body, and when he saw the blood that marred her shirt from breaking that guy’s nose, a hard mask covered his face and his jaw locked tight.
A second later he was running his hands over her body, checking for injuries.
“I’m fine.” He looked at her skeptically. “I swear, Brock.” She grinned. “I got a good knee kick to his balls, and broke the bastard’s nose, too.” She gestured to the blood to emphasize her point. “He tried to cop a feel, but I used my ninja training to kick his ass.”
For several long moments he just stared at her, and it was clear her teasing wasn’t having the effect she was going for.
After a second he breathed out and ran a hand over his damp hair. “Okay, I’m glad you’re putting your training to good use, but baby, please come and get me next time.” He cupped her face and kissed her soundly.
“The crowd went insane when you won, and I got pushed back. I couldn’t see you anymore, or Maria and Caleb.” He kissed her again and again, and she knew he was reassuring himself that she was okay. “I couldn’t even see Tony.” He rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m fine, really. Isn’t what all of this training has been for, to take care of myself, for when you’re not there?”
“You’re going to be the death of be, Izzy. I’m going to worry about you constantly.” His voice was strained and low.
“I don’t mean to be, I swear.” She tried a little lighthearted tone, but when he smiled it was still forced.
“I love you, baby.” He kissed her again.
“And I love you, Brock. I promise if I don’t think I can handle something you’ll be the first to know.”
“I guess that’s as good as I am going to get in this, huh?” He leaned back.
She smiled but didn’t respond. She let herself look down his chest, and loved that even in the shadowed room she could make out all the defined goodness that was his body. His breathing changed in just that short of a time, and when she looked into his eyes she saw the same lust reflected back at her that she felt. Before she could even blink he spun her around and pressed her against the dirty brick wall. She hated and loved when he finished a fight. The after-fight sex was always rough, always carnal, and always the best fucking coupling they had.
But this wasn’t just about the adrenalin and endorphins flowing through him. He was also angry and worried about her, and because of that he wanted to stake his claim. She loved it when he got like this, loved the power that flowed out of him and surrounded her. He didn’t hold anything back from her, gave her more than she could handle, and never apologized. And she loved him more for it. She wore a skirt, no panties, and when he lifted the material up and pressed his fingers to her pussy, they both groaned.
“It fucking pisses me off when you do this shit, Izzy.” His words were a rough growl against her neck. He may get pissed about her not wearing panties when she came to one of his fights, but there was also a part of him that loved it. That was evident by the rock hard erection digging into her back. “I think you like me to lose control, don’t you?” His mouth was on her throat, licking, sucking, and having small noises leaving her. He reached between their bodies, and without removing his mouth from her neck, pushed his shorts down. “You know what to do, baby.”
She sure did. Lifting her leg up and hooking it around his waist, she waited for him to take hold of her other one and lift her up. The brick scraped along her back, but the pain felt so good. His cock pressed between her pussy lips, and a groan spilled from both of them. He moved his hands until he had a firm hold on her ass. He braced his legs apart to steady them and pushed his hips further between her thighs. That first touch of the tip of his dick-head to her pussy sent a thrill through her body. He rubbed himself up and down her slit, faster and harder until Izzy was grinding herself on his erection, trying to get him to penetrate her fully. She wanted him buried inside of her, pounding her pussy so thoroughly she felt him everywhere.
“Fuck, you want it bad, don’t you?” There was nothing but heated intent in his words, and she prayed he would stop torturing her. Izzy wanted to be fucked good and hard.
“I’m done with this teasing bullshit, Brock.” He grinned at her.
“I want you to tell me who you belong to.” This caveman bullshit turned her on so fucking much. He ran his teeth down her neck. “Tell me and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
She was still high from kicking that drunken scum’s ass, and knew she was more dominating than even she liked to be. “You know you do, that I am always yours, only yours.” Pressing her pussy down harder at the same time he grunted and pushed into her had the tip of his dick sliding into her pussy. He clenched his jaw, and the sight of that muscle ticking under his skin had a soft moan coming from her.
“Just shove that big dick in me, Brock.” She blamed the endorphins and her hormones for the fierce fire that came from her. Brock looked down at where his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. He didn’t break contact with that sight for a very long time, but she knew he liked looking down there, knew it made him hot to see how wet and stretched she was for him. She tried again to push herself back on his shaft, but he tightened his hold on her.
“Don’t push your luck, Izzy.” He snapped his head up and looked at her. “I’m already pretty fucking far gone, and liable to tear you up.”
She leaned forward, lowered her lashes, and said in a low voice, “I want you to tear me up.”
That was all it took for him to give her what she really wanted. He pulled her away from the wall just enough that he could bring his hand down hard on her ass.
“I fuck you, not the other way around. Do you understand?” He brought his hand down again and again on her body until it stung and she was whispering that yes, it was he who called the shots. He was a true alpha male, one that took no shit from anyone, including her. Brock liked to be in control, and she wanted him to use that dominance on her, every single time.
She breathed out heavily and said, “Yeah, I understand.”
They held each other’s stares for several seconds, and Brock gave no warning right before he shoved all of those hard, thick inches into her. Izzy cried out in pleasure/pain. Even a year later he still filled her completely, and stretched her to the point of pain until she cried for more. All it took was look for her to feel taken by Brock. Her inner muscles clenched along his length, and he grunted.
“If you keep doing that, Izzy, I’m not gonna last ten fucking minutes inside of you.” Resting her head against his, she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He held onto her ass, and the muscles in his arms strained with his unrestrained power, and spread her cheeks in the process. The chilled air teased her anus, but then Brock was moving his fingers closer until the tips teased the hole.
“Fuck, Izzy.” He moved faster inside of her, slamming his dick into her pussy until she couldn’t see straight, and couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs. Sweat dotted her
body, and her orgasm started to crest inside of her, tempting her with the bliss of release. He worked his erection deep inside of her, using long strokes that had her toes curling and her hands digging into his arms.
“I’m going to come.” She cried out. Izzy didn’t want it to end, but he was fucking her too good for her to try to stop it.
“You’ll come when I fucking say you can, baby.” His forehead was covered in new beads of sweat, and she wanted to lean forward and run her tongue along those droplets. She knew what they tasted like, knew what he tasted like. There were too many times when she had ran her tongue along his hard body, taking that sweaty wetness into her mouth and loving every minute of it. As strange as that sounded, she wanted every part of him inside of her, wanted his musk surrounding her, and wanted his big body thrusting into hers.
Brock continued to thrust into her, and she forced herself to hold off on coming because he deemed it so. He pumped three more times into her before pulling out. Before disappointment filled her he had her on her feet and her chest pressed against the brick. He held her skirt up with one hand, kicked her legs out as wide as they could go, and gripped her hip to pop her ass out. Her wetness slipped down her inner thigh, and in an agonizingly slow thrust, he was moving into her once more. When he bottomed out in her body he stilled, letting her inner muscles milk his cock. Brock started tunneling into her with expertise. Slow, steady pumps and she was right back on the verge of coming. Biting at the nape of her neck as if to hold her in place, Brock became an animal.
“It’s so fucking good.” He grunted out against her neck and continued moving in and out of her.
“I can’t hold off any longer.” Resting her head on the wall she closed her eyes. He instantly stopped moving inside of her. She groaned in frustration. They both panted out, and his erection pulsed, getting bigger and thicker.
“Holy fucking shit, baby.” His massive chest pressed against her back, and his warm, moist breath covered her flesh. The sting of pain from his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh had her pleasure increasing. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” His filthy words had her slamming her hips back against him. He certainly had showed her exactly what he was made of.
“Let me come.” He slapped her right ass cheek, and then her left, and then she was exploding and letting go. The air left her, and she bit her lip, tasting blood and begging for more.
“Christ, baby. That’s it, fucking milk my cock with your pussy.” He started moving again, and his momentum had her breasts scraping against the wall, the thin material of her shirt doing nothing to block the coarseness. “You’re mine, Izzy. There is no one that is going to fucking take you from me.” He thrust into her once, twice, and on the third pump stilled and came inside of her long and hard. The hot, powerful jets of his cum filled her, warmed her, and reminded her that she was Brock’s.
“I’m yours, Brock.”
“Damn fucking right you are, Izzy.” He could be arrogant, even be an asshole at times, but he was the man she loved, the man she was going to marry, and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
The End
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