see it than to deal with the very real fear for him. But turning back she was relieved to witness Shannon with the upper hand. He was delivering quick, sharp blows, throwing the big guy off his rhythm. Soon, Shannon had the man in a chokehold, riding him like a bronco all the way down to the mat. It seemed to take forever for the giant of a man to lose consciousness, but as soon as he was finally out, Shannon was up out of the ring, striding with purpose out of her eyeshot.
He was coming for her. She felt that in her very bones. Heart racing, she got to her feet and turned to exit the glass booth. For some reason she wanted to meet him, felt that he would need that; that he really needed her. So when he burst through the door, slamming it closed with his foot, she was ready. She didn’t mind the pain as her back slammed against the hard, fake-wood surface of the desk, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room. The tangy metallic taste of his blood didn’t faze her as he took her mouth in a punishing, demanding kiss. There was no thought of denying him, of shying away from the way his lips moved over hers, opening her mouth for him. Her tongue happily danced with his, her body helpfully arching as he more or less ripped off her clothes.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dimly aware Mickey was in the room, or at least had been when Shannon had burst in. She had been around long enough to know one of Shannon’s older brothers—Fionn?—had sent Mickey to watch over Shannon, so he wouldn’t have strayed far. But it didn’t matter. Shannon needed her. The why escaped her, but that didn’t matter either. Her soul yearned to ease his, her body opening itself to offer all the comfort she could give. Her folds were slick—so slick with need by the time he worked his fingers into her channel she came on impact, her hands clawing the sweat-slicked skin of his back.
“Gentle just isn’t going to happen tonight, sweetheart,” he snarled against her ear before biting at her throat. “Fuck, I need this—”
That was her only warning before she felt the full, thick length of his cock powering inside her.
Oh, God, it hurt. It felt divine. Pleasure and pain intertwined to create the perfect torment that had her cursing him while thrusting her hips upward in a demand for more.
“Why do I need you so fucking bad?” she heard him groan, but she was sure he wasn’t really talking to her. Still, she knew the feeling.
“The same reason I need you,” she finally admitted. And she did. She hadn’t even realized how cold she’d been until the first time he touched her. No matter how much she fought against his fire, she was helplessly drawn to his flames.
“Damn, baby. Yesss!”
Without disconnecting their bodies, the pulled her to the very edge of the desk, placing her feet on his shoulders as he angled even deeper inside her. This wasn’t sex; it wasn’t even fucking. He pounded her without mercy, without pause until Shay was little more than a mindless mass of raw nerve endings. Her throat had gone raw from the cries that he drew from her, her body glistening as if she too had been in the ring. With every stroke he claimed her as more than some undefinable sidekick. He was making her his in every way, and she was allowing it.
“If you aren’t on birth control, that’s just too bad.”
Her brain heard the words, but it took a minute for her to put them together to make any kind of sense out of them.
He wasn’t wearing a condom. She hadn’t even thought about it until now. The rational side of her warned her to push him away, to stop this before it was too late. But instinct as old as time had her arching her body while spreading her thighs to welcome him in deeper. Her pussy spasmed wildly, the walls of her vagina milking his cock for all it was worth.
“Fuck! Shay, baby…”
She could feel his sperm rushing inside her and knew there would be no turning back. She might not get pregnant,
He was coming for her. She felt that in her very bones. Heart racing, she got to her feet and turned to exit the glass booth. For some reason she wanted to meet him, felt that he would need that; that he really needed her. So when he burst through the door, slamming it closed with his foot, she was ready. She didn’t mind the pain as her back slammed against the hard, fake-wood surface of the desk, one of the only two pieces of furniture in the room. The tangy metallic taste of his blood didn’t faze her as he took her mouth in a punishing, demanding kiss. There was no thought of denying him, of shying away from the way his lips moved over hers, opening her mouth for him. Her tongue happily danced with his, her body helpfully arching as he more or less ripped off her clothes.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was dimly aware Mickey was in the room, or at least had been when Shannon had burst in. She had been around long enough to know one of Shannon’s older brothers—Fionn?—had sent Mickey to watch over Shannon, so he wouldn’t have strayed far. But it didn’t matter. Shannon needed her. The why escaped her, but that didn’t matter either. Her soul yearned to ease his, her body opening itself to offer all the comfort she could give. Her folds were slick—so slick with need by the time he worked his fingers into her channel she came on impact, her hands clawing the sweat-slicked skin of his back.
“Gentle just isn’t going to happen tonight, sweetheart,” he snarled against her ear before biting at her throat. “Fuck, I need this—”
That was her only warning before she felt the full, thick length of his cock powering inside her.
Oh, God, it hurt. It felt divine. Pleasure and pain intertwined to create the perfect torment that had her cursing him while thrusting her hips upward in a demand for more.
“Why do I need you so fucking bad?” she heard him groan, but she was sure he wasn’t really talking to her. Still, she knew the feeling.
“The same reason I need you,” she finally admitted. And she did. She hadn’t even realized how cold she’d been until the first time he touched her. No matter how much she fought against his fire, she was helplessly drawn to his flames.
“Damn, baby. Yesss!”
Without disconnecting their bodies, the pulled her to the very edge of the desk, placing her feet on his shoulders as he angled even deeper inside her. This wasn’t sex; it wasn’t even fucking. He pounded her without mercy, without pause until Shay was little more than a mindless mass of raw nerve endings. Her throat had gone raw from the cries that he drew from her, her body glistening as if she too had been in the ring. With every stroke he claimed her as more than some undefinable sidekick. He was making her his in every way, and she was allowing it.
“If you aren’t on birth control, that’s just too bad.”
Her brain heard the words, but it took a minute for her to put them together to make any kind of sense out of them.
He wasn’t wearing a condom. She hadn’t even thought about it until now. The rational side of her warned her to push him away, to stop this before it was too late. But instinct as old as time had her arching her body while spreading her thighs to welcome him in deeper. Her pussy spasmed wildly, the walls of her vagina milking his cock for all it was worth.
“Fuck! Shay, baby…”
She could feel his sperm rushing inside her and knew there would be no turning back. She might not get pregnant,
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