The Billionaire Babe

21. AJ

My body is sore, but the relief at winning this fight fuels me. I am so fucking happy. But when I spotted Little Miss Perfect, the woman who must do everything I tell her not to do, sitting in the crowd, my world moved on its axis. Now in my changing room, my eyes don’t leave hers. When I saw her in the stands tonight, I was in disbelief before frustration and overwhelming need took over. She shouldn’t be here. It is dangerous, and when I am in the ring, I can’t protect her. But looking at her now, my body is on edge, and I am ready for her.

“What are you doing here?” I bark. I might be livid to see her here, but I’m also more than pleased my eyes get to feast on her again so soon. This is the consistent feeling I get with her. Angry she puts herself in danger, happy that she comes to me, and frustrated because I want to fuck her. It is a wonder I won the fight because my mind is a fucking blur.

“I came to see you. To watch you,” she says, her hands landing on her hips, obviously ready for what I am about to say and to battle me on it. Her lips are bright red, and she is wearing sky-high black heels, fitted black jeans, a tight black top, and a leather jacket. She looks badass, and I want her.

“This isn’t a place for you,” I tell her, fisting my hands. What the hell was she thinking coming here?

“But you’re here?” She says it like a question, like she is confused as to why I can be here and she can’t. I swear this woman drives me fucking insane.

“The fights can be dangerous, sweetheart. This world is not for you.” I shake my head. She continues to surprise me as well as frustrate me.

“Why not?” she fires back, and I run my hand through my hair, my swollen knuckles catching a little.

“Because when I am in that ring, I can’t protect you if shit goes down. And believe me, shit always goes down in a place like this.” My fingers thump in pain. I need to get this tape off my hands, but I can’t focus on that right now when this sexy woman stands right in front of me. I haven’t yet decided if I want to yell at her or fuck her senseless. Maybe both.

“I just wanted to…” she starts to say, but I stalk toward her, cutting her off.

“Wanted to what, sweetheart?” I grit out. She is fucking too much, and I am about to implode.

“I just… I want you,” she admits seductively, and although she looks full of confidence, I see her hesitate a little as she bites her bottom lip. I push down the growls about to rumble from my chest.

“Are you sure you want me? Because we’re different, you and me. You don’t know what you are getting yourself into…” I look her over, eyeing her like prey, because I am about to fucking devour her right here, right now. My cock is heavy, my balls full. But I am giving her one last chance to walk away, because I know I can’t. Not now. I want her more than the air I breathe.

“No?” she asks in challenge, her chest rising and falling quickly, her lips glossy and fuckable. She steps into me, and I feel her fingers skirt around the skin at my waistband, teasingly so. “Then show me.” Looking up at me from under her lashes, she knows exactly what she is doing to me. Sassy Valerie is my favorite, and any hesitations I had fly directly out of my body.

“Get on your knees and put those fucking fantastic red lips on my cock.” This is not how I want to treat her, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she slapped me, but she needs to know that a man like me is never going to be the country club polo-wearing type. A girl like Valerie Van Cleef would never get on her knees for any man. Especially in a shithole stinking training room, where the floor is concrete, and I have my entire team standing on the other side of the door.

She doesn’t balk, doesn’t misstep, doesn’t even hesitate as her hands connect with my chest. I am covered in oil and sweat, and I wait for her to cringe, but she doesn’t. Instead, she traces my ridges with her perfectly manicured fingers, leaving flames of arousal across my chest that lead directly to my dick and make it throb. I growl as her hands run down my chest to the waistband of my fighting shorts, and she pushes them down at the same time she falls to her knees.

“Fuck,” is all I can say because it is now game on. I get a new visual of Valerie fucking Van Cleef on her knees in front of me, and my body stills. I’m in shock. I didn’t expect this. I want it, damn, I do, but I was expecting her to push me some more. This woman continually surprises me.

My dick is heavy and hard, and when her hand wraps around me, my length twitches in her firm hold.

“You’re big…” she murmurs, more to herself than to me. “Much bigger than I have ever seen.” She pumps me a little, her small palm no match for my rock-hard cock, and I see her swallow.

I lower my hand, placing my finger under her chin and lifting her head so her eyes look at me. “Rule number one, never talk about another man when we are naked.” I am a fucking jealous territorial type, and I don’t want her thinking about anyone else when we are together. My eyes don’t fall from her gaze. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. Put me in your mouth, show me what you got.” I challenge her, knowing she will react, and I hold my breath as she leans forward and her pretty red lips take me in.

“Fuck…” I groan. I just went three rounds, my body is battered and bruised, and I should be in an ice bath about now, but I grip the wall at my side so I don’t topple as her warm, wet mouth takes me deep.

“Jesus, sweetheart.” She is taking her time, her movements slow, borderline unsure, but the minute she got on her knees, I didn’t care. And now as I watch her take me deeper and deeper, sucking on me, the lipstick she is wearing coating my cock like she is marking me as hers, smiling around my length, I know she is enjoying this as much as I am. If that is possible.

“You look so good on your knees for me, sweetheart. Yeah, like that. You look good with my cock sliding in and out of your pretty little mouth,” I grit out as her nails run up and down my upper thighs. My skin zings from the contact as I grind my teeth together, savoring the moment. I am going to come too soon. It has been months since I had a woman, and it has been almost a month since I met Valerie and started daydreaming about her in exactly this position.

She moans then, the vibration sending shock waves to my balls, and I see her squirming, her hips moving. She is turned on as well, and that makes me even harder. My dick throbs in her mouth, but she continues to take me deeper with every suck.

“I am going to come down your throat, and then I’m going to fuck your wet pussy with my tongue… I need to taste you,” I rasp, my stomach muscles tightening as she hums and nods in agreement, but she doesn’t let up on the suction that she is now expertly applying. My hands fall to either side of her head, and I sink my fingers into her soft hair. As I pull it tight, her head falls back slightly, and her jaw automatically opens a little more, allowing me to piston in her mouth.

She again moans at my manhandling, and I bite my lower lip, gripping her hair tighter, moving my hips faster. Her moans set me on a path of no return. She looks up at me, right into my eyes, and my torso muscles clench right before I come with a roar. My hips jerk faster as my orgasm coats her throat, a low growl emitting from deep within my chest. Fuck, she is too good at that.

I loosen my hold on her hair, letting it fall, and I cup my hand around her face, rubbing her jaw with my thumb.

“Good girl,” I purr, pulling out of her mouth slowly. Her lips suck me dry like a lollipop, and I am still semihard. One time is never going to satisfy me. She remains on her knees, panting, her lips still cherry red, looking wide-eyed and full of desire.

Bending down, I pull up my shorts, then grab her under the arms, lifting her from the floor. Her legs dangle in the air as I slam my lips onto hers. Wrapping her hands around my neck, her legs circle my waist as I palm her ass, liking the feel of her in my arms. She weighs nothing as I pull her to my chest, her perfect tits squished against my bare skin as our tongues fight frantically. I walk her over to the massage bed that we set up for my warm-up and soon-to-be cooldown.

“Lie back…” I tell her, not sounding soft or caring, but needy and impatient, because I am. Putting her ass on the bed, my hands are already opening her jeans as she lies back. I roughly pull her jeans down, spotting her red lace underwear, and I grit my teeth, my cock immediately rock-hard again. Red is my favorite color, so now not only will I have the vision of her red lips on my cock, but also of her in nothing but red lace underwear. She is killing me and doesn’t even know it.

“AJ, I want you so bad.” she says, and my dick twitches, already thinking about round two. I look up at her face briefly. She is flushed, her hair splayed out, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The urge I have to rip all her clothes off and fuck her every which way I know, pushes to the front of my mind, but now is not the time. Now is just to take the edge off, just to have a little taste, see how far she is willing to go for me.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me how wet you are from sucking my cock.” I am not sure if she is hot or affected by my dirty talk, but either way, I watch as her legs part. My hands land on her knees, and I spread them as wide as they’ll go.

“I would rip this lace from your body, but red is my favorite color so they can stay on for now,” I tell her, my large fingers running up and down the apex of her thighs, the lace wet under my touch. Slipping my fingers beneath her panties, I feel her again. What I’ve thought about every hour since touching her last. She is bare, soft, and I groan at how wet she is. Pulling the fabric to the side, I look at her, how perfect she is.

“AJ, stop teasing me,” she begs, her hips wiggling.

“Just taking it all in, sweetheart. I’ve never seen anything so fucking good in my entire life.” My finger trails up her wetness, circling her clit slowly. When I push in a finger, I see her take in a deep breath, pushing her tits out like they are taunting me. I pull out a little before I push in again, fucking her slowly with my finger, before lifting it to my mouth to suck.

Once my fingers hit my mouth, I groan at getting a taste of her again, and I can’t wait any longer. Leaning over, my mouth hits her core so fast and hungry, her hips buck up from the bed.

“Oh… that feels so good.” Her hands whip to the top of her head, then grip the side of the massage bed as she arches her perfect body, making me wonder how flexible she is and how many different positions I want to try with her. Fuck me. She tastes exactly how I thought she would. Sweet, like fucking honey, and I am famished. I can’t get enough. I lick and suck like I will die without her on my tongue. My hands grip around her ass, hard, my fingers digging into her flesh, pulling her to me, not wanting an inch to spare between us.

“AJ… AJ… Oh my…” She says my name over and over again as her body withers underneath me. I will fight a thousand battles over and over again if I get to touch her like this after every one of them.

“That’s it. You’re gonna come so nicely, sweetheart, aren’t you?” I push a finger inside her tight, wet center again. She moans long and loud as her back arches again, her body jolting. There is nothing sweet about the way I am touching her, nothing tender and sultry about it. That is not me. She got a taste of that last night on my bike. But the way she is reacting to me tells me she is enjoying every minute of it, and my eyes take in how fucking beautiful she is.

“Yes… oh God, yes… I want this… I want you…” Hearing her say the words gives me a renewed sense of longing. I fuck a lot of women, but none of them say they want me, not like this. They may want my cock, may want my tongue, but none ever said they wanted me. I lean over and suck on her clit again as I move my finger slowly, curling it to that special spot, and her body responds immediately.

“AJ! AJ… that feels good… Don’t stop… don’t stop.” Crying out for me, her hand flies down and lands in my hair. Her fingers spread and dig into my scalp, holding me to her, and I love it. I continue my assault until she is convulsing underneath me, sucking on her clit and looking up to watch her come.

And it is the prettiest damn thing I have ever seen.