29
Alessio
Ever since the Sirena climbed into my bed the first time, I’ve been sporting a hard-on.
Seeing her in these tight-ass leggings isn’t helping.
Sure, I brought her here to teach her some moves, but fuck, now I’ve got other moves in mind.
I can’t stop thinking about how good she feels under me and how much I want to sink into her tight pussy until she’s screaming my name.
Get your shit together, man.
I start with easy footwork and jabs, nothing fancy, it’s just to see how she moves.
Her footwork is good, and she’s right on me, with every pivot and slip.
It’s interesting, most people I bring here wouldn’t last a minute.
But she’s not like most people.
The second I raise my guard, she surprises me by dropping low for a single-leg takedown, grabbing my right leg and sweeping it aside before I can sprawl.
The move is clean, like she’s drilled it a million times.
I land on my ass with a grunt, more shocked because the little Sirena can’t actually hurt me.
Normally, I’d sprawl and stuff that attempt, but she caught me off guard.
Did not see that coming.
Olivia pounces, swinging her leg across my hips in a textbook mount, her knees pinning my sides.
She straddles me, looking so smug it’s infuriating.
Still, that victory lasts only a second before I bridge hard, flipping us with a classic MMA reversal, dumping her off to one side until I hover over her.
Now I’m on top, pressing her into the mat.
The second I feel her cunt against me, soaked through those damn leggings, my cock twitches.
Fuck, already dripping for me.
Her breath hitches, and my pulse spikes at the feel of her inner thighs pressed tight around me.
I lean in, hips grinding down.
She tries to push up, creating space, but I only grind harder.
“You’re holding back,” I taunt in a low voice.
The fact that she knows her moves and isn’t afraid to use them.
I’m fucking impressed.
She shrugs, acting all nonchalant and shit.
“Maybe I want you to think that.”
I like her thinking she has the upper hand.
I know she’s holding back.
I’m not sure if she thinks she could really hurt me, she won’t, or if she’s hiding something .
She wants to play dirty?
C hallenge accepted, Sirena.
I shift my weight, slip an arm around her waist, and pin her on her back.
I’m gentle, this not how I’d treat a random sparring partner.
One glove comes off, and I slide my hand under her waistband and bite back a groan.
She tries to glare at me, but her cheeks are flushed, and I feel her hips pressing into my hand like she can’t help it.
I smirk because she’s already half gone, and we’ve barely started.
I pull away, and Liv jumps to her feet.
We get back into standard grappling, minus my gloves, because I’m more interested in pinning her for an entirely different reason.
Next thing I know, she sweeps me off balance with a kick I never saw coming.
She hooks her leg around mine, and I hit the mat again, mostly for show because I have other intentions.
She tries to mount me once more, but I twist, using a knee shield to shove her off.
We scramble to our feet, and she’s glaring daggers.
Good, the more fire she brings, the more fun this’ll be.
“Let’s make a deal,” I say, rolling my neck.
“If I make you come before this round ends, you sleep in my bed tonight. And no more whining about marriage shit.”
She lifts a brow, now taking off her gloves.
“And if I make you come first? ”
“I’ll tie you to my bed tonight,” I shoot back, wiping the sweat off my brow.
“And fuck you so hard, you won’t remember your name.” I’m not subtle, and neither is she.
The flash in her eyes tells me she’s picturing all the ways this can go down.
She taps her chin, pretending to think it over.
“If we’re being fair, when I win, I want a day out of your gilded cage.”
I shake on it without a single fucking hesitation, because I already know how this ends.
Olivia is fucking spunky and fights me with everything she’s got.
I could put her on her ass immediately, but where’s the fun in that?
I prefer letting her think she has the upper hand.
We square up again, both ready to strike.
She attacks, and I drop, but before I know it, she’s on top of me, legs wrapped around me like she’s going to take me down.
I flip us so fast the room spins.
Her back hits the mat, and my body pins her.
I hook her leg in a half-guard pass before driving my knee across her thigh to hold her down.
She wriggles, but I’ve got her exactly where I want her.
My hand grips her throat, and instead of backing off, my hips grind against her soaked cunt.
She sucks in a breath, and I can practically feel the wet spot growing between her legs .
I bear down, and she tries to shove me away, but I grin, that cocky grin that gets under her skin.
She feels every inch of me through her leggings.
My face drifts closer, my warm breath brushes against her face.
Damn, she feels good.
I lock eyes with her, narrowing mine.
“You really think you can take me?” I tease.
“I can make you come right now.”
For a split second, something flashes across her face, but she covers it up with a smirk.
“Cocky much?”
Before she can say more, I slide my fingers into her leggings, landing exactly where I know she wants me.
She inhales sharply.
“What are you doing?” she snaps, trying to sound annoyed, but her body gives her away the second my fingers slide under her panties.
A moan slips from her mouth before she can stop it, and her hips roll into my hand like she needs it to breathe.
She’s already losing the fight.
And fuck, I’m not looking away for a second.
Watching her fall apart on my fingers might be my new favorite addiction.
“Alessio,” she gasps, fighting for composure, and I add a second finger.
“I love it when you moan my name,” I say, using my free hand to shove her bra up and expose her tits.
The air hits her bare skin, and I smirk at her shiver.
My thumb finds her clit while I keep thrusting two fingers deep.
Her nipples go hard the second my mouth covers one, and I sink my teeth in just enough to make her gasp.
She tries to muffle the next one, biting her lip like that’ll help.
She’s so fucking close to unraveling.
“Alessio, f—” She’s right there, but then her hands slide into my pants, gripping my painfully hard cock.
Fuck.
It’s nearly too much.
I want more time to play, so I pull my fingers from her, ignoring the little whimper she makes.
“Open,” I command, pushing my fingers into her mouth and watching her eyes widen as she tastes herself.
“See what a fucking tease you are,” I growl when she licks them clean.
It distracts her just long enough for me to jump back.
Liv yanks her bra back down and jumps up.
There’s a small part of me that’s pissed she doesn’t want to spar with her tits out.
That would be one hell of a distraction.
I lunge, feinting left, but she doesn’t bite.
I grab her wrist, thinking I’ve got her, but she twists free in a blur.
“That all you’ve got?” she taunts.
I can’t help the smirk on my face .
I charge again, too fast.
She reacts on pure instinct, sweeping my legs out from under me.
I slam into the mat, momentarily stunned.
I almost feel bad for myself.
She stands there, trying to catch her breath, trying to look calm while her pulse rages.
“Nice move,” I grunt, rolling to my feet as if I wasn’t just planted on my ass.
We circle, eyes locked, my body screaming at me to strike.
“Still think I’m holding back?” she asks, voice eerily calm even as I see her heartbeat pounding at her throat.
I know she is, but I still can’t figure out why.
I rely on brute strength; she’s smaller, quicker, maybe smarter.
We spring at each other, and when I try overpowering her, she slips behind me, one arm around my waist while the other yanks down my pants to stroke my cock.
For a moment, I’m sure she’s got me.
But I easily overpower her.
We crash to the mat again, and I pin her beneath me.
My hands go straight to the waistband of her leggings and fuck me these things are skin-fucking-tight.
They’re clinging to her like they’ve got a goddamn death grip on the ass I need to be buried in.
I swear they’re testing my patience .
I yank hard, trying to rip the fuckers down, but they fight me every inch of the way.
She squirms, biting back a laugh, and I groan through clenched teeth.
“Fuck,” I mutter, bracing one hand on her hip while the other peels them off inch by fucking inch.
She’s writhing beneath me, not helping at all.
She’s making this hell for me on purpose, I know it.
I finally get them past her knees, then her ankles, and rip them the rest of the way off.
My mouth is already on her thigh before the damn things even hit the floor.
She blinks up at me, breathless but defiant.
“Really? That’s your move?”
I don’t answer.
Just grab her sports bra and rip it clean off, the fabric snapping against her skin.
I wedge myself between her legs, my cock pressing at her entrance.
“That was unnecessary,” she pants, but doesn’t stop me.
I smirk, eyes trailing over her bare chest before locking back on hers.
“It’s very necessary.”
Her legs wrap around me, and she uses her feet to shove my sweats and briefs off.
I lift my knees to help her, and Liv kicks them across the floor.
If she’s playing dirty, so am I.
My gaze drops as her hand wraps around my cock .
Before I can enjoy it, I rip her panties off, the fabric tearing in my fist.
Her pussy’s bare and glistening and completely soaked.
Liv gasps as the air hits her skin.
“Seriously?” she snaps.
“Do you rip everything?”
“Only when it’s this much fun.” I grin, leaning into her.
She twists under me, sliding down just enough to take me in her mouth.
Her lips move slow at first, like she’s testing how much control she can steal from me.
That tongue flicks over the tip, almost teasingly.
Fuck, it’s a problem.
I suck in a sharp breath and jump to my feet, threading my fingers through her hair, holding the back of her neck as she goes deeper.
She chokes slightly but doesn’t back off.
That stubborn, wild part of her never fucking quits.
I groan, meeting her eyes as she looks up through her lashes, and everything in me nearly snaps.
“You think you’ve won?” I growl, slamming my cock deeper down her throat, giving her no chance to respond.
She hums around me, and the vibration coursing through my piercings nearly undoes me.
I bend down, grip her hips, and flip her over until her thighs hit my shoulders, as I stand on my feet.
She’s hanging upside down, chest to stomach, and her mouth never leaves my cock.
Liv’s still sucking my cock, her hands lock on my ass for balance, not missing a stroke.
Blood’s rushing to her head, but she doesn’t stop or pull away.
I tilt her hips just enough to bury my face in her cunt to throw her off.
My tongue draws slow circles over her clit, before sliding down to her ass.
When I graze her clit with my teeth, she moans around me, and I nearly come in her mouth.
Dammit.
I can’t keep this position, or I’ll blow too soon.
I spin her around so her knees touch the floor and pin her down.
She tries to kick, but I grab both legs and spread them wide.
With her back forced to the mat, I sink into her, thrusting hard and fucking her with everything I’ve got.
This is the roughest, most intense lay I’ve had, and I’m going to make sure she feels it tomorrow.
Olivia’s right on the edge, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything more fucking sexy in my life.
This cage has seen some crazy fights, but I doubt it’s ever witnessed this.
I pound harder, faster, reveling in how her tits bounce with every hard thrust.
“Who owns this pussy?” I growl, snapping my hips forward.
“Y-you do,” she manages.
“Who does?” I want to hear it again.
“You, sir. Fuck, you, Alessio,” she moans with pleasure .
“Good fucking girl,” I say.
“You ready to come now?”
I’m so lost in slamming into her that I don’t see her next move.
She somehow flips me.
My back hits the ground, and in seconds she’s on top, sinking onto my cock.
I sit up to grab one breast, devouring the other with my mouth, then swapping so each gets attention.
She rides me hard, matching every bit of my force.
Her arms loop around my neck; she’s determined to make me lose.
So, I slap her ass with both hands, loving the heat in my palms.
She grinds me into the mat, then twists into a reverse cowgirl.
My fingers bite into her hips, damn near leaving marks, while I watch her ass bounce over my cock.
I lean forward, sliding one hand around her waist to rub her clit.
She moans, arching her back, the tension is coiling inside her.
I’m too close for comfort, but I’m not giving in yet.
Within seconds, Liv’s orgasm washes over her, and she cries out, trembling as pleasure takes over.
I slap her ass again, then force her onto all fours, plowing into her at a punishing rhythm.
Her second orgasm crashes into her just as I feel myself slipping.
I bring my hand down on her ass again, harder than ever, and she screams my name.
Her pussy clenches my dick so tight it pulls my climax out of me.
I pull out just in time to mark her ass with warm ropes of come.
I collapse onto the mat next to her, utterly spent.
Her face is flushed, and I brush a few strands of hair out of her face.
My chest is heaving, but a smug grin lights my face.
“I win,” I pant, gloating.
“For now,” she snaps back, rolling onto her back.
She’s still trembling from aftershocks, but there’s a grin tugging at her lips, too.
I let my eyes roam over her, lingering on the marks—my handprints on her ass, the streaks of come trickling down her skin.
“Don’t tell me you’re a sore loser,” I say, leaning in so my breath warms her neck and sends a shiver down her spine.
She arches an eyebrow, staying calm.
“Not even close.”
“Good,” I say with a low laugh.
“And don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while tonight.” My eyes drop to her still-dripping pussy, and I slide my finger between her slick folds before pushing it into my mouth like I can’t get enough of her.
“You better,” she warns, a challenge in her tone.
“Careful,” I murmur, brushing my hand along her thigh before smacking her pussy just hard enough to make her jolt, and her tits bounce.
“We both know where pushing me lands you.”
She swats my hand away, voice steady.
“You’re so full of it.”
I lean closer, my face is barely an inch from hers.
“Full of it? You’re the one who started this game with a man who never loses. And trust me, I’m not about to start now. Especially not when your sweet cunt is on the line.” I slide a finger over her wet pussy lips, teasing her.
“I’ll be sure to keep you full tonight.”
Her eyes widen, but she masks it behind a smirk.
“Wear something I can tear off.” I brush my lips against hers, just enough to quicken her pulse, then rise to my feet, offering her my hand like I didn’t just fuck her senseless in this cage.