Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fighter Romance Book 1)

by P. T. Macias

  That’s all he does, knock out his opponent.

  But I’m ready; that’s not going to happen.

  I block his swing and move to the right to avoid the round kick.

  Motherfucker!

  I do some jabs to the right and left, connecting to his side. I’m going to fucking to tire him out.

  Brute twists to the side when my jab impacted his liver. I move in, doing a round kick, knocking him to the ground. I pounce on him, taking him into a choke.

  Brute is strong; he twists and uses his strong legs to push me off.

  Motherfucker is strong, but so am I. I’m going to have to knock the fucker out.

  I advance at him because I’m tired of pussyfooting around. I start to do some jabs to his sides to get him to focus on blocking me. I’m going for his fucking mug.

  Brute jabs into my side and does another round kick.

  I manage to move out of his way, and I take that opportunity to do a round kick to his side.

  Brute moves a little slower, but he’s still focusing.

  I do a few jabs, hitting him in the side. I know that I’m breaking him down; his arms are not blocking his mug.

  Brute connects a couple of jabs to my side.

  Fuck!

  Brute does another round kick trying to gets me on the mat.

  I move out of the way, ready when he turns around.

  I’m going for it.

  I manage to connect with his mug, three hard quick jabs, knocking him out.

  Brute is on the mat, looking at the lights.

  The referee is counter, and the crowd is yelling.

  Brute tries to get up, rolling over onto his stomach. He pushes up, then his arms give way, falling onto his mug.

  The crowd goes wild!

  I won!

  Fifteen

  Dior

  Oh my god!

  He won!

  I’m so proud of him.

  I walk down the hallway to get to my room to freshen up. I’m so excited because I know that Spency worked hard for this.

  I stop at the end of the hall, next to the turn. I pull out my card from my purse, and I slide it through the card reader to open my door.

  It clicks, and I open the door.

  “What the . . . . fuck,” I shout; the air rushes out of my lungs as I fall forward from the fucking shove, extending my arms in front of me to break fall.

  I hear the door close, and I turn onto my ass to see who in the hell is attacking.

  “Hello, Darling,” Roger growls, locking the door.

  “Motherfucker, what the hell do you want,” I yell, glaring at the bastard.

  He’s a handsome man, that’s one reason that I agree to date him, but he’s a cruel motherfucker.

  I don’t like the look in his eyes; I can’t fucking stand that look. He makes me feel dirty, and I know what he wants to do to me.

  Not happening.

  I can’t stand his touch.

  “Now, Darling, that’s no way to talk to your man. You do know that I’m your man because I took your virginity; I made you my woman. I’m taking you home with me tonight,” Roger growls, taking off his dark gray suit jacket.

  I thought he was all that and a bag of chips, but damn, looks are deceiving. I thought he was my prince charming, but no. He’s a cheater, and when I confronted the asshole, he laughed. I went off, and he had the nerve to hit me.

  I hate him!

  All the money in the world doesn’t take away the cold, ruthless, cheating motherfucker. He doesn’t have a heart. I’m damn sure he doesn’t have a soul.

  Father doesn’t know why I broke my relationship with Roger. I don’t want him to know because I know that he will kill him, or worse, Roger kill Father.

  It’s not worth it.

  “You don’t get it, asshole. I’m not your woman. I have a man,” I yell, scooting across the room, away from him.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing fucking that fucker. I’m going to kill him for touching what’s mine,” Roger smiles, unbuttoning his shirt.

  “I would think that you would have some pride and leave me the hell alone! I hate you,” I yell, pushing up from the floor.

  “Darling, calm down because I really don’t want to fight with you. No, I want to fuck that sweet pussy,” Roger snarls, pulling his zipper down.

  His pants fall, he pushes his boxers down and grabs his hard cock. He strokes, groaning.

  I stare at his cock, yeah, I did enjoy fucking him, but it’s not enough.

  “Don’t you dare come near me,” I shout, looking around the room for a way to escape.

  “Darling, I know that you love riding my cock. You couldn’t get enough. Come here like a good little girl so I can eat your pussy. Come to Daddy,” Roger pants, clutching the root with one hand.

  “No,” I yell, shaking my head looking at him stroke his cock.

  Roger kicks off his shoes, pants, and boxers. He walks over to me, grabbing my arm and throwing me onto the bed.

  “No, no,” I yell, kicking him.

  Roger steps back, shouting, covering his cock.

  “Bitch, you need to calm down because I know that you do not want me to tie you down,” Roger shouts, grabbing my hair.

  He pulls me up by my hair, bitch slapping me.

  “Motherfuker! I hate you! Let me go,” I shout.

  Sixteen

  Spencer

  I’m fucking stoked!

  I won the fucking championship fight, and that’s a fucking big purse.

  I have sponsors, and more fights on Pay Per View offers. I worked hard for this, and I did focus on manifesting.

  You can’t tell me that shit doesn’t work.

  It does.

  I’m set.

  Now I’m going for Diorzella to work off this high, sink into her warm pussy, losing myself in her before dinner.

  She’s my Princess, my everything.

  She owns my heart, my soul.

  I’m going to ask her to marry me soon. I know it’s quick, but I feel her.

  I get her.

  She’s mine.

  We’re going to dinner to celebrate, yeah, the family will be with us, but hey, at least they like me.

  Then later, I have plans to love her all fucking night. It’s been days since I’ve fucked my sweet pussy.

  I walk down the long hallway to the room. I pull out the key that she gave me, and I hear Dior yelling.

  What the fuck!

  I open the door, and I see that Roger asshole naked trying to fuck my Dior.

  “Motherfucker! Let her go,” I shout, running across the room.

  Yeah, I’m holding back. I’m going to kill the motherfucker!

  I swing my arm back, I jab him in the face, knocking him out.

  Yeah, motherfucker can’t handle me.

  I look at the bastard on the floor naked. It pushes my blood pressure higher when I see that he wanted to fuck my Dior.

  I turn to look at her and thank god she’s dressed.

  Dior runs to me, wrapping her arms around me, crying into my chest.

  “Princess Baby, are you okay,” I crock, my voice is raspy.

  “No, yes. Spency, I was so scared. Roger wanted to fuck me and take me,” Dior wails, shaking.

  I hold her close, resting my face on her head, rubbing her back.

  “It’s over, Princess. I’m going to tie him up, and we should call your Father to take care of him,” I say, closing my eyes.

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Dior says, nodding. She pulls away, looks for her cell.

  She swipes her fingers over the screen texting her Father while I tie the motherfucker up.

  I know that Ford will take care of this.

  Seventeen

  Spencer

  “Princess, are you up to having dinner with the family and team,” I ask, moving my fingers to her chin, lifting her face.

  I gaze into her eyes, making sure that she’s okay.

  “Yes, I am. That bastard did
n’t touch me. You got here in time,” Dior says, nodding.

  There’s a knock on the door; I release Dior, walking over the asshole to open the door.

  “Hey,” I say, looking at William and a guard.

  “Where’s that motherfucker,” William growls, walking into the room. The guard follows him, and two others stand at the door as guards.

  I run my fingers through my hair, furrowing my forehead.

  Fuck!

  Is this going to be happening all the time? Will we be able to live a normal life?

  “William, take him out of here! Lock him up, do something with him,” Dior yells, fisting her hands.

  I look at Dior yelling at William, and yeah, I know that she’s a Diorzella.

  I sigh, closing my eyes.

  I got her.

  I open my eyes, watching the goon dress that motherfucker.

  “How are you getting him out of here,” I ask, wondering about the security.

  “We have it handled. We’ll see you at the dinner,” William says, nodding.

  “Right,” I say, nodding.

  I walk behind them to make sure that I lock the door.

  I turn to look at my Diorzella.

  “Princess, we have some time to kill until we have dinner,” I say, smiling.

  “Oh yeah, I like that. I have a few ideas,” Dior says, nodding.

  “Great,” I say, pulling her into my arms.

  “Yeah, let’s go to the bar because I need a drink,” Dior says, sliding her arms up my chest wrapping them around my neck.

  “Fuck! I have to wait until later to love you,” I ask, stoned-face.

  “Yes, Spency, you need to wait, and I want to stay in your room. We should get the bellboy up here to move me,” Dior says, raising her right eyebrow.

  “Yeah, let’s do that,” I say, nodding.

  The dining room in the restaurant is a small party, secluded from the rest of the clients.

  The wine, whiskey, and tequila are flowing around the tables. The congratulations keep on coming, and I’m on a high.

  Yeah, I feel like the king of the mountain. I look at Ford; he nods, taking a pull of his whiskey.

  I stand, hitting my spoon on a glass, getting everyone's attention.

  “I would like to thank you all for joining me in celebrating my win. This day is extra special to me because I won the championship, but most importantly, I have Dior.

  I fall onto my knees, pulling out the ring from my leather jacket inside pocket.

  “Princess, you’re my everything. I love you to the moon and back even when you’re Diorzella, sweet Dior, teasing bratty Dior. I need you in my life; you make me whole. Will you marry me,” I ask, taking her hand, running my fingers over hers gazing into her eyes.

  “Oh my God, Spency, yes, yes! I love you,” Dior says breathlessly, blinking the tears from her eyes.

  “Fuck yes! I love you,” I say, sliding the ring onto her finger, pushing off the carpet. I pull her into my arms, kissing her deeply.

  I kiss Dior down her neck, sucking and biting her silky skin, leaving my mark. I move my hips in a rolling motion, thrusting deeply inside her tight pussy, feeling her tense as she falls over the edge.

  “Spency,” Dior cries.

  “I love you,” I rasp, thrusting in and out.

  I love hearing her yell my name. I gaze into her beautiful turquoise eyes, taking hold of her hands, lacing our fingers as I thrust deep inside her, grunting as I fall over the edge. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her wonderful scent.

  “Spency, did I tell you that I love you,” Dior says, running her fingers through my hair.

  “Yeah, Princess,” I say, grinning. I pull away, falling onto my back pulling her with me.

  “Princess, now that I won this fight, I know that I can win bigger fights. I’m going to be able to give you everything that you’re used to having,” I say nibbling her neck.

  “Spency Baby, no, no. I don’t need you to give me all of that stuff; I only want you,” Dior whispers, leaning in close to me.

  “Diorzella, you got me,” Spencer says, smirking.

  “That was fucking funny! I love it,” Dior says, laughing.

  “Yeah, I love you in all of your facets,” I say, wrapping my arms around her.

  “I love you with your bossiness,” Dior says, nodding.

  “I’m not letting you go,” I whisper, kissing her deeply.

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