Baby For The Mountain Man
I nodded, so he took his fingers out of my pussy, and then slid one into my ass. The fullness of just one finger made me gasp.
The moisture from my pussy on his fingers allowed him to slide two fingers inside my rosebud.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, and that made him smile.
He leaned down, and, with his fingers still in my ass, began licking my clit. The combination of the two sensations brought me close to orgasm. He stuck his tongue inside me, and began tongue fucking my pussy, and fingering my other hole at the same time.
“I’m so close!” I gasped, and he began to move even faster, which caused my orgasm to explode on his tongue.
He stood up, and mashed my mouth onto his. Our tongues danced furiously, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare thigh.
Not removing his lips from mine, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, slamming his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he began to pound. My back scraped against the wall, but it felt good in a sadistic sort of way. There was nothing for me to grab onto behind me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, gripped his thick shoulders, and let him take me for a ride.
He lifted me higher and pushed deeper into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.
“Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.
That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.
I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.
He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.
He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.
“I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”
He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.
Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”