Page 39 of Chula
I can see the hardness, the darkness as it slides over her eyes and she stands, turning to face Amanda. Amanda is smirking, smiling, and ready to end this fight, but Luna is just getting started.
They circle each other, Luna feeling her out for a second before she moves in, and when she does, it’s explosive. Her fists fly through the air, and she moves back so quickly that Amanda can’t keep up. Her head snaps to the side when Luna lands a good punch and sends her tumbling to the floor. Luna wastes no time in pouncing on her. Her arms and hands fly through the air as she beats the shit out of Amanda.
When the fight is called, Luna is the winner. Amanda’s crew has to pull her off the mat and drag her ass to the back rooms while Tony rushes into the cage. Me? I turn and walk. I hear the crowd cheering, and I let her have her moment, but I need to get ready, too. That’s when I feel a hand on my arm, spinning me.
“Don’t walk away, Marco.” Fuck she looks so goddamn beautiful like this. Blood dripping from her nose and lip, the bruising on her face is already starting to show. I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat and pull her closer to me.
“What are you doing to me, Chula? Hmm? What is it you’re trying to do?”
“I’m trying to say I’m sorry,” she says softly. I can see it in her eyes. She’s sorry. I know she is, but why can’t I let it go? Is it because of fucking Damion or Pete? I lean in and rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in.
“You’re messing with my head before a fight, and I don’t need that,” I tell her.
“Then don’t fight. Take me home.”
“I have to fight.”
“No, you don’t. Take me home, Marco.”
“Chula,” I say her name in a warning. If I took her home right now, I don’t know what I’d do to her.
“Marco.” My name, leaving her fucking lips, sounds like it was always supposed to be there. I can’t stop myself. I can’t think when she’s near me, and I lose it. I crash my mouth to hers, and I take. I take it all. I lick the fucking blood from her lip, and then I make her taste it on my tongue in her mouth. Our tongues struggle for dominance, but she doesn’t win. I do.
When she’s out of breath and panting, I pull back. People have moved on to the next fight and are ignoring us. She’s panting, needing air in her lungs, but I want more. I want more of her. This just isn’t enough. Everything she has isn’t enough because I’m fucked in the head over this girl.
I grab her hand and drag her through the club and out the back door to my car. I don’t bother to look for Tony, I shove my Chula in the back seat and rip her little shorts down her legs. I can’t wait until we get home. I need her now.
“I’m sweaty,” she warns me as I lean back and pull her legs up, getting my face between her thighs.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I growl before I dive in and feast. I lick her pussy, long, slow licks that have her back arching off the seat. She reaches for me, but I move, wrapping the seatbelt around her wrists so they’re stuck in place, then I get back to work.
I suck her clit into my mouth and tug on it with my teeth, listening to the little noises she makes for me. God, I hope they’re only for me.
“You ever do that shit again and I’ll bite your clit off,” I warn. She moans. The girl actually fucking moans as I suck it back into my mouth and tease it with my tongue. Luna tugs at the seatbelt, but she isn’t going anywhere. I dip my tongue inside her, and she moans louder this time. Those sounds. Those are the fucking sounds I’ve missed falling from her lips.
I know she’s about to come, but I’m not letting her. Not until I’m all the way inside her. I pull back just as she’s close enough she can taste it, and she whines. I move quickly and pull my cock free of my jeans and shove into her.
“Marco! Let me touch you,” she whines, but I chuckle.
“No. You’re not touching me yet,” I tell her as I fuck her hard and rough. As our bodies slap together, the car rocks, but I don’t give a shit. I roll my hips so I’m hitting her clit too, and she nearly leaps off the seat. She begs for me to let her touch me, and I fucking love every damn second of it. I like hearing her beg, and maybe I’m going to make her do more of it.
“Oh, you keep begging me, Chula. Just keep begging,” I tell her as my cock swells inside her. I know I’m about to come, but I need her to. I need to feel her suck the fucking life out of me.
“Marco,” she whines as I move my hand between us and find her swollen clit. I rub it, making that hard little nub throb even harder. Her legs begin to tremble, and I thrust harder until I feel her pussy wrap around me and hold tight. Then that’s it. I loseit. I come just as she does, as she screams my fucking name for anyone out here to hear.
“That’s right. My name, Chula. No one else’s. Tell me, no one else’s name will ever come from those lips,” I demand as she keeps coming. “Tell me!” I roar this time, flicking her clit with my finger. Luna screams as he body shudders, but she says it.
“No one! I don’t want anyone but you!” She yells as her body quakes. I lower myself down on top of her and softly press kisses to her neck as she breathes heavily.
“Fuck, Chula. I only come like that with you.”
“Like what?”
“Enough to make my fucking cock hurt.” She laughs a little as I reach up and let her wrists free. Immediately, she wraps them around me and pulls me closer to her. I know my body weight is probably crushing her, but that doesn’t seem to bother her right now. She keeps me tucked against her, and I can’t seem to mind being here.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers. I shake my head and nuzzle into her neck.
“No more. No more talk about it, Chula. No more, I’m sorry. You work for him and that’s it. That’s it,” I tell her.
