Breaking Beast (Pounding Hearts 4)

Then he grabs me by the hips and pulls my ass up. I start to push up from the bed only to be stopped as his hand comes back down, heavy on my spine.

“Stay still,” he orders.

His hand lingers on my spine for a long moment and I pant against the mattress, struggling to accept this vulnerable position. I feel spread open and utterly exposed to him.

“Good girl,” he finally growls, slowly lifting his hand as his cock pushes against my entrance.

I’m wet and ready for him, but still my body fights against his invasion, forcing him to fight his way through my tight clench.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts as he stretches me inch by slow inch. Filling me up until I feel like I just might burst with his thickness.

All the breath in my lungs leaves me in gasp as he bottoms out, and the crown of his cock strokes across my g-spot.

It’s too soon and too much.

“Alex!” I cry out as he pulls out and thrusts back in deeper.

I try to push up from the bed but his fingers dig into my hips as he pulls my ass higher up.

Pulling out until just the tip of him remains inside me, he thrusts back in, even deeper than before.

“Oh my god,” I scream, the intensity overwhelming me. I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s so intense I feel like I might die from it.

“You like that, baby?” he grunts, pulling out and slamming forward, shoving my face harder into the bed.

Yes. No. I don’t know.

This angle he has me in gives me no space to breathe. No way to brace myself. Instead of my release building slowly inside me, my g-spot has me going from zero to sixty.

I’m so full of pressure and pent-up energy, I’m ready to explode already.

He slams his body against my body, making good on his threat. Showing no mercy as he begins to fuck me like an animal.

“Alex,” I scream his name, my hands clawing at the sheets as my first intense orgasm racks through my body.

“All night,” he pants as the speed of his thrusts increases, sending me into a whole new world of intense pleasure. “All fucking night I’ve been thinking about you.”

I can’t think, I can’t respond. All I can do is try to survive the onslaught of sensation.

“Thinking about what I wanted to do to you. Thinking about how I could get you alone to take you.”

The slapping sound of his hips colliding with my ass almost drowns out his next words. “Thinking about how much I fucking love being inside of you.”

I’m nearly delirious with the pleasure now, tensing up as yet another intense orgasm rolls through me.

“Fuck, your little pussy was made for me,” he grunts and then his hips slow. I feel him swelling up and pulsing inside me as he shudders above me.

My tears soak the sheet and the last lingering wave of pleasure seems to last for an eternity, drawn out by his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Alex finally cries out as my walls convulse around him and give one last squeeze.

He collapses on top of me.

“Fuck,” he pants hotly into my ear. “You’re going to be the death of me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Alex

Fucking brat. I love that she is so damn challenging. Whether she understands it or not, she is built for fucking. Her body is made for it. From the way her pussy grips my cock tight, to the way she slams her juicy ass back into my hips as I take her from behind.

When we fuck, it’s mind blowing. I have no clue how she does it, but every single time we fuck my orgasm is so strong I feel like I am about to black out from it.

That night, after the fight, was absolutely fucking awesome for us. We didn’t go at again right away, but somewhere in the middle of the night we had to have a repeat. Calling me old man…

Little brat learned her lesson, I think, with the red hand prints I left on her ass cheeks.

That night was also the turning point for me. I know I’ve tried to be a part of her life while I was training, but I’m not sure I was giving everything I had. I was training for my own fight, worrying about what could happen going up against the former champ.

Now? All that’s behind us. There isn’t anyone on the radar for my next fight, and even if there was I’m not going to forget about my girl.

She needs my help getting focused for her first fight.

There’s a new dynamic to us. I’m not entirely sure why though. I keep thinking it’s because I’m trying to devote more time to ensuring she is trained properly, but that’s not really it either.

It’s like our relationship has transformed. She is so much more in my mind than before. She’s become the first thing I think of when I wake up, and my last thoughts at night are of how good it feels to wrap my arms around her body, holding her tight to me.