Page 37 of The Fighter

Fuck, yes. My self-control snaps. I capture her lips again, grabbing her left hand and holding it above her head. I squeeze her breast through her sexy crop top and push my knee between her legs, and like a good girl, she spreads them wider for me. “I wanted to do this last night.” I stroke my thumb over her nipple. “I wanted to tear that stupid Groff’s T-shirt off your body. Push down your leggings. I wanted to pin you down and fuck you hard.”

I pinch her nipple, and she writhes against me in response, moaning loudly into my mouth. My cock goes even harder at the sound. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come in my pants like an out-of-control teenager. “No, no,” I chide sternly. “This won’t do, dolcezza, this won’t do at all. We can’t disturb the members, can we?” I give her a wicked grin. “You need to keep quiet.”

She glares at me. “Your sudden concern for the members is touching,” she says. “I’m sure Sara will appreciate it. What were the two of you talking about?”

I pinch her nipple harder. “Sara again,” I tease, trailing kisses over the side of her neck. “I didn’t think you were the jealous type, Alina. This is very illuminating.” I tug that crop top up, pull down the cups of her sports bra, and feast my gaze on her lush breasts and swollen dark-rose nipples.

Fuck, she’s irresistible. I capture an engorged tip between my teeth, and she sucks in a breath. “Tell me more.”

“Your imagination is working overtime,” she pants. “I’m not jealous of Sara.”

“Liar.” I squeeze her firm breast again and bite down on her nipple, just a little, and she whimpers in her throat. “Too loud, dolcezza. It looks like I need to gag you. Open your mouth.”

Her eyes flash fire at me, but her lips obediently fall open. Fuck me, this is every fantasy of mine come to life. Alina is all fight and ferocity, and underneath, she’s as eager to play these games as I am.

And it’s taking every bit of willpower I possess not to shove her down on the floor and take her hard.

“Such a good girl,” I breathe into her ear. “Keep your hand where it is; that’s my good girl.” I push two fingers into her mouth, pressing them against her tongue. “You’re going to keep quiet for me, aren’t you?”

A small smile curls her lips, and she sucks my fingers deep. Oh, fuck, yes. Her tongue slides delicately over me, her head bobbing over my fingers as if she were imagining that it was my cock instead, and it’s the sweetest torture. I groan out loud, and her smile widens into a smirk. “Shh,” she mumbles around her makeshift gag. “Someone might hear.”

“Brat,” I accuse. I pull my wet fingers from her mouth and pinch her tightly beaded nipples again. They seem to swell even more as the cold from the air-conditioner hits her sensitized, wet nubs. “I should spank you for that.” I search her expression to see how she reacts to that suggestion, and fuck me, she’s on board. “You want to get spanked, dolcezza?” My cock is going to explode. “Such a naughty girl. If I push my fingers into your pretty little cunt, will I find you wet?”

She doesn’t answer, but her face tells me everything I need to know. My pulse pounds like I’m in a fight. Adrenaline shoots through me, and my entire body feels like it’s buzzing with arousal. I slip my hand between the waistband of her shorts and slide two fingers into her. She’s so wet, so ready. Her muscles grip me tight, and she’s so fucking hot that I can’t breathe. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I growl. “I like this reaction.”

“Stop gloating,” she replies, pushing her hips forward. Her gaze locks on my crotch, where the outline of my erection is clearly visible underneath my pants. “I’m not the only one enjoying this, am I?”

I need more. I tug her shorts down impatiently past her hips. Her panties follow a moment later. She kicks them off, and my throat goes dry. I wrap my fingers around her right ankle and lift her foot on the closest office chair. She’s so beautiful. Her ponytail is coming undone, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. In this position, her back braced against the door, one leg on the floor, and another propped on the chair, she’s spread open for me, her nipples hard and her cunt swollen, wet, and ready.

She’s a meal laid out for my pleasure, and I intend to feast.

I kneel in front of her. “Don’t make a noise,” I remind her sternly.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll punish you.” I glide my hand up her legs and spank her soft inner thigh. She sucks in a sharp breath and clenches her eyes shut, but she doesn’t pull away. My little hurricane likes being punished. “I’ll spank you until your ass is red, and then I’ll tie you up, find the vibrator on your nightstand, and use it on you until you can’t come anymore. Until you’re begging me to stop.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “You saw my vibrator that day, didn’t you?”

I laugh softly. “I saw your vibrator,” I confirm. “I pictured you using it. I jerked off in the shower to that image.”

I spank her again, and an expression of intense pleasure washes over her face. God, she’s glorious. I can’t wait another second. I move closer to her, so close I can feel every breath she takes. I run my fingertips through her folds, and she jerks, a shiver running through her body. “Keep your legs spread for me, dolcezza.” I have to taste her. I bend my head and lick her, swiping my tongue through her folds, and she gasps, her thighs trembling, and pulls my head closer for more. “Hold still, and I’ll tell you what Sara and I were talking about.”

“Fuck you,” she replies heatedly, but she doesn’t move away.

I chuckle and circle my tongue over her engorged clit. She sucks in a breath. “Tomas,” she whimpers. “Please…”

“Please what, dolcezza?” I tease. I kiss her pussy lips, more teasing than contact, and she whimpers in protest. “Sara and I were talking about Casanova. She recognized me from there.”

She stiffens and starts to close her legs. “Casanova, the sex club?”

“You’ve heard of it? Have you been?” I’m more curious than I’m prepared to acknowledge. And when I picture her flirting with someone there, kissing them, scening with them… There’s a hot ball of something in my gut that feels a lot like possessiveness.

I put my hands on her thighs to keep her spread for me. “Did I tell you that you could move?”

“If you think I’m going to stand here and listen to you gush about Sara?—”

What the fuck? “Look at me,” I growl. “I’m on my knees in the middle of your office, feasting on your beautiful cunt, my cock so hard I think I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager. Do I look like I’m interested in Sara?” I push a finger into her, and her muscles grip me tight. “The only woman I’m interested in is you.”

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