Good Gone Bad (The Fallen Men 3)

Then I dipped my head and feasted.

I bit the inside of her thighs until they glowed red and trembled, sucked her sweet lips and licked her straining, aching clit until her legs quaked all around me. My cock ached, the tip so wet with precum I could feel it dampen my boxers, but I didn’t touch it because having my mouth on her was revelation enough.

She was half-heaven, half-hell, each meeting at the apex of her thighs. And when I worshipped there, it was both a prayer and a sin.

I added three fingers to her pussy even though I knew it would be too much, eager to see her struggle to follow my orders.

A whimper cut off in her throat as she bucked back against my pumping fingers, against the thumb I swirled around her ass.

“Every single inch of you is mine to do with as I please,” I told her before leaning over to bite her gorgeous ass. “Your ass, your pussy, and your pretty mouth.”

“Yes, Lion,” she agreed on a short breath. “Use me. Fuck me anywhere where you want, just please give me your cock.”

“No,” I said, pressing a wicked smile against her thigh as I swatted her cheek again.

“Please,” she repeated.

Another slap.

“God,” she gasped, her legs shaking, her wetness sliding down her legs for me to lap up like melting cream. “Please, you fucking bastard, fuck me.”

There it was, the sass that came through the submission, the desperation that made her untamable, wild even as she succumbed to my will.

I stood up, shoved my athletic shorts down and slammed into her drenched cunt.

Immediately, she groaned, “Need to come.”

“No.”

I curved over her body taking her beaded nipples into my hands to tug, twist and play. My mouth at her neck, I bit and sucked, desperate to mark her and doing so until she cried out because I knew she could blame it on Wrath. I kissed the bite mark on her neck and thrust harder into her tight pussy.

“Gonna come,” she repeated.

“Not until I tell you.”

“Fuck,” she groaned roughly.

I reared up and pushed her down so her spine dipped and her ass raised higher.

“Take my cock like my good slut and I’ll let you come,” I grunted as sweat beaded on my forehead and fell to her pink ass.

I slapped it again for good measure, loving the feel of the bounce. Both my hands grasped her ass, opening it up so I could spit on our connection and thrust into her even harder, loving the sight of my ruddy cock sinking into her hot, pink folds.

“Lion!” she shrieked into the pillow, her legs shaking wildly. “Please, God, Lion, I’m yours, yours, yours.”

“Good girl,” I praised, feeling her words in my balls. “Come for me.”

She broke.

Shattering between my hands and over my pounding cock like waves crashing into a rocky shore. Her cunt pulled at me, a sucking tide that made my cock swell and finally erupt inside her.

“God, I can feel you,” she breathed in awe as my cum pumped inside her.

I ran my finger around our connection feeling her swollen folds tight around me and jerked my hips forward again with a groan.

“Suck,” I ordered, lifting my wet fingers to her mouth so she could taste our juices. “Suck our cum from my fingers and know you are mine, Harleigh Rose.”

Her lush mouth wrapped around my fingers and sucked before they formed the words against my skin. “Yours,” she agreed as if I didn’t even need to ask.

As if she always had been.

Mine.

The sick thud of a fist connecting to flesh was loud even amid the roar of male voices yelling their advice and praise into the ring. I reeled back from the impact, taking that punch on the corner of my chin, the pain like a shockwave through my jaw and into my brain.

I shook it off and wiped the mud from my eyes as best I could with my blood-soaked, dirt-crusted hands so I’d be ready for the next attack.

It was hours later.

Three or four, at least.

I’d beaten twenty-one brothers into the ground and I was on my twenty-second, but I wasn’t sure it was going to end as the others had in victory.

My body was one live bruise, each limb so heavy from fatigue it was a wonder I hadn’t already fallen to the ground in defeat.

I’d already set a record for The Fight, beating Wrath’s of sixteen rounds undefeated by a landslide.

I wanted to be done. I wanted to lay down in the face of Mutt’s rabid punches and let him take the victory.

But I couldn’t do that to Laken, even if she thought sleeping with another man for me was some kind of twisted version of romantic.

I didn’t love her, had never even come close, but I liked her. She was sweet and sassy, a woman who loved her family and loved to laugh. She didn’t deserve to be passed around like beer from a championship cup.