Fighter in Lingerie (Lingerie 14)

I felt my body relax and tense at the same time, the arousal kicking into my bloodstream and making my pussy wet. I held myself up on my elbows and closed my eyes as I enjoyed what he did to my body, enjoyed the soft strokes of that experienced tongue. Quiet moans escaped my throat, and I gripped the sheets underneath me, my breaths becoming louder and deeper.

Bosco pulled his mouth away then positioned himself on top of me. With his knees on either side of mine and his hands on the mattress beside my hips, he pressed the head of his cock against my wet entrance. Once he was inside, he gave a forceful thrust and shoved himself the rest of the way, making my hips slam against the pillow propped underneath me. He halted as he enjoyed the way his dick felt inside me, a groan coming from his lips.

I moaned when I felt his enormous size inside of me.

He grabbed the back of my neck just the way he promised, and then he fucked me harder than he ever had before. His hips slammed into me, and he hit me deep and strong at a profound angle, making my body tense over and over. “You.” He thrust hard. “Are.” He thrust again. “Mine.”

My body shook forward every time pounded into me. I gripped the sheets and felt them slide under my sweaty palms. I bit my bottom lip as I felt him destroy my pussy, fucking me harder than I’d ever been fucked in my life. Sometimes he squeezed my neck a little too tight and I struggled to breathe, but despite his aggression, I loved his dominance. High on the adrenaline rushing through his body, he took it out on me. The blood lust got to his head, and this was all he wanted to do, to celebrate his victory by fucking the pussy he’d just fought for.

“Fuck.” His loud groans filled the bedroom as he fucked my cunt mercilessly. He breathed deep and hard, getting covered in streaks of sweat just as he did during the battle. His cock was harder than it’d ever been. His pumps increased, and he groaned even louder, coming inside my slit with a victorious moan. “Fuck yes.” He grabbed the front of my neck and squeezed me, keeping me in place as he dumped every single drop inside me.

Listening to him explode inside me fueled my own climax. He always waited for me to come first, but tonight, he clearly was in a different state of mind. I was the prize he’d won, and he wanted to enjoy me selfishly, to keep fucking me until all his adrenaline was finally out of his system.

He softened inside me, but that didn’t stop him from thrusting. He was still big enough to make an impact, and his cock moved through his own come inside my cunt. A minute later, he was back to full hardness, and he thrust into me forcefully, grinding me and my clit hard against the pillow. He pressed his hand against my lower back to keep my body at the angle he liked. Then he pressed farther into me, making my clit drag against the pillow he slept on.

I knew I was about to come. I could feel it in the way I tightened around him. His cock felt so good when it was this big and this aggressive. I was powerless underneath him, subjected to his cruel thrusts and groans, but I liked it. He’d just fought a man with his bare hands and got off on killing him. I could feel it in the way he handled me, like he was a wild animal that had chased off an opponent so he could mate with me. The Butcher wanted to be the one lying on top of me right now, but he couldn’t outmatch Bosco.

I came, turned on by his aggression, his come, and the way he’d killed a man to protect me. It was a powerful climax, the kind that made me scream and bite my bottom lip at the same time. I ground my own clit against the pillow, getting off on the image and the huge cock in my pussy.

“I own you.” He spoke directly into my ear, feeling my pussy contract all around him. He kept slamming into me, his sweat dripping onto my back. “I paid for this cunt with my fists, my blood, and my power. It’s mine. Say it.”

“Yes…my pussy is yours.”

He growled into my ear. “You are mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He dragged his tongue down my neck and gave me a gentle bite. “I’m your protector, your lover, and your man. No one looks at my woman and gets away with it. No one comes close to her without my permission.” He kept moving hard, his endurance never breaking. He closed his fists against the bed and kept thrusting, groaning at the same time. “I will fight for you. I will die for you. Because that’s what a real man does for his woman.” His lips grazed against my ear as he spoke.