FIGHT NIGHT #1: Three Story MMA Romance Bundle (7 page)

Chapter Five

Silas snorted disdainfully.

He wasn’t dumb. He knew what that price would be. Right from the very beginning of his sponsorship by Jared Hedberg, the businessman’s wife had made it very clear what
her
interest in the handsome MMA fighter was.

“Fine,” Silas snorted. He let go of her wrist, and stepped back from Nicola with a snarl. “Where do you want to do it? On the bed?”

Nicola laughed icily.

“Oh, you cheeky little cunt,” the venomous vixen purred. “Who do you think you are?”

Turning her back on Silas, Nicola clip-clopped across the room on her high heels, and took a seat on the leather chaise lounge opposite.

“If you
want
it,” she grinned, “you’ve got to
work
for it.”

And, with that, Nicola lounged back, stretching her arms across the back of the chair, and stretching out her legs in front of her.

Silas stood there and watched.

Butterflies churned in his stomach.

Nicola Hedberg was a vicious little
puta
, but she was also extremely sexy. She’d been the honey that Silas had got sticky with in the beginning.

As he gazed across the room at the beautiful wife, part of him wanted to cross the room and throttle her. But the sight of her slender figure in that tight dress, and those long, lean legs was making him hard inside his pants.

“Come on, baby,” Nicola purred, clicking her fingers like he was some kind of a dog. “Come over here and make me feel good.”

Reluctantly, Silas took a step forward – and that’s when Nicola laughed. Holding up her hand in a wordless ‘stop’ motion, the beautiful honey-blond sneered:

“Get out of those clothes first.” And then her eyes flashed. “And when you do come over here?
Do it on your fucking knees
.”

Chapter Six

Silas wasn’t much of a reader, but he was suddenly reminded of a quote he’d heard from British writer Oscar Wilde:

“Everything in the world is about sex. Except sex. That’s about
power
.”

Wasn’t that the fucking truth?

As he stood there, defiantly, Silas gazed at Nicola’s mocking expression and realized she wasn’t just some horny housewife. To her, this was all about
power
.

In that respect, she was just as fucked-up as her husband was.

“Strip,” Nicola snapped again. She glanced at her bejeweled Bulova watch. “I’ve got to be back in bed with Jared in thirty minutes, and I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

Silas snorted.

Staring venomously into Nicola’s eyes, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing inch after inch of his tanned, muscular torso.

Hours in the weight-room and four pounds of grilled chicken every day had given him a 265lb frame and a single-digit body fat percentage. He knew he looked good; and it was gratifying to see Nicola’s mouth open a little as he tossed his t-shirt to the floor.

Next, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, and shrugged them down. He wasn’t wearing boxers underneath.

“Huuungh,” Nicola gasped, as she saw him standing in front of her, shamelessly naked.

Silas snorted again.

For all her airs and graces – and despite all the accoutrements of luxury that Jared’s money had bought for her – under the skin Nicola was just another
puta
.

She loved big, sexy men with big, thick cocks – and Silas Batres was both of those things.

In fact, it was his cock she was staring at now – his thick, swinging dick that hung half-way to his knees.

As Silas stood there, naked, he felt blood rushing to it. Nicola’s eyes were growing wider as she watched his manhood swell and thicken.

“C-come over here,” suddenly, the icy wife’s voice wasn’t quite so steady. “O-on your knees, remember?”

With a sneer, Silas did exactly that.

Dropping down onto his knees, like some kind of feral predator, he started crawling across the hardwood floors towards Nicola.

She watched, eyes wide. Her mouth opened a little, and she wetted her lips with her tongue.

Having Silas on his knees was supposed to make him submissive – but, in fact, the opposite seemed true.

He moved like a lion, ready to pounce and devour her.

And from the way Nicola’s breath had deepened, it seemed she didn’t mind that possibility one little bit.


Chapter Seven

Silas crawled, naked, across the floor.

In just a few seconds, he was at Nicola’s feet, and he reached out to curl his thick fingers around her ankles, and spread her legs.

“Huuungh,” Gasped Nicola, gripping onto the back of the chaise lounge so she didn’t slip off it.

Silas grinned, looking up from between Nicola’s legs.

As he spread her legs wider, he could look up; under the hem of her little black dress. He caught sight of the tops of her stockings, and then a tanned patch of bare skin, and finally the lacy black gusset of her panties.

“I’m going to eat you alive, you sexy little
puta
.”

“Oh, you’re going to
eat me
, alright,” Nicola sneered back at him – and then she lifted her ass off the chaise lounge, and reached under her skirt to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

Nicola yanked them down, around her thighs. Then she looked down, at the expectant face of Silas, and demanded: “Take them off me.”

“Yes,
señora
,” Silas grinned.

“With your teeth,” Nicola added, smiling.

Silas snorted like a bull, and crawled between her legs. A moment later, his bright, white teeth closed down on the lacy material of her thong, and Silas started pulling her panties down.

Over her thighs they went… Then her knees… Finally, Silas spat out the material, and yanked them the rest of the way with his hands.

Then, grabbing her thighs, the big Spaniard wrenched them apart.

“Uuunngh,” Nicola gasped, as Silas yanked open her thighs, and exposed her now-bare pussy.

The intimidating MMA fighter studied her cunt thoughtfully, as it lay in the shadow of the hem of her black dress. His mouth watered.

Jared Hedberg had paid for laser hair removal, and Nicola’s pert little pussy was bare and gleaming.

Normally Silas preferred a bit of hair – he liked his women to be
womanly
, after all – but there was something particularly inviting about Nicola’s little cunt.

Crawling forward, the Spaniard wrenched open Nicola’s thighs wider, and yanked her forward; exposing her completely.

“Oh, that’s it,” Nicola groaned, watching the handsome fighter crawl between her legs. “Make me feel good, baby.” And then she reached down to stroke Silas’ close-cropped black hair.

He shrugged her hand away, and yanked Nicola down further, until she was practically on her back on the chaise lounge, and her ass was hanging off the edge.

Then he opened his mouth, and
feasted
.

Chapter Eight

“Oh, fuuuuck,” Nicola groaned, throwing back her head as she felt Silas’ warm, wet mouth on her cunt.

The Spaniard began by slithering his tongue between the lips of her pussy – from bottom to top, opening her up like a blossoming flower. She literally gushed into his mouth as he did so.

Silas’ thick, rough tongue swirled in circles around Nicola’s clitoris, and she groaned and squirmed on the chaise lounge.

“Oh, G-god,” Nicola groaned, fingers in his hair. “T-that’s so good…”

Silas snorted with pride, lifting one hand so he could press his fingertips against the entrance to Nicola’s quivering pussy. She groaned as she felt the pressure; and her eager pussy opened up to swallow two of his thick fingers.

“Huuuuungh,” Nicola groaned as she was stretched, and filled. Together, Silas’ thick, calloused fingers were as girthy and satisfying as a cock.

The big Spaniard grunted, continuing to relentlessly lick and suck Nicola’s swollen clitoris. As he did that, he curled his fingers up inside her; rubbing and teasing her g-spot.

“Oh, fuck,” Nicola groaned, closing her eyes. “T-that’s so fucking good.”

Snorting, Silas continued to feast on her pussy; swallowing down her tangy flavor as she gushed wetly into his mouth.

Within minutes, he was sliding his fingers slickly in and out of her, and swirling his tongue inexorably around her clitoris. Nicola groaned as she felt pressure building between her legs, leading her closer and closer to the brink.

“Oh, fuck, you do that
so well
,” she groaned. “Jesus, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to have Jared keep you on the books just so you can do this while he’s not looking.”

Angrily, Silas added another finger – stretching Nicola even further. But, by this stage, her pussy was so wet she welcomed it eagerly.

“Jesus,” the beautiful wife groaned, squirming on the chaise lounge. “Oh, fuck… Here it comes! Here it…”

And then she squeezed shut her eyes, and tightened her hands into fists, and the pleasurable pressure building between her legs grew to the point of explosion.

Silas sucked at her clitoris – and Nicola surrendered.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

Arching her back, the beautiful wife climaxed wetly on Silas’ tongue and fingers.

Her whole body shuddered. She flailed about on the chaise lounge so much that Silas had to pin her own on it; relentlessly sucking and fingering her.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Nicola groaned, and as she came back down to earth from the first orgasm, she felt Silas licking, and sucking, and slurping her towards another.

“Christ!” She came a second time.

“Fuck!” And a third.

“Oh, God, please… Stop! You’ve got to stop!”

And, after being eaten to four shuddering climaxes in a row, Silas finally showed Nicola some mercy, and the gasping, gaping wife flopped limply down onto the sofa.

She lay panting on the leather, as Silas pulled his head from between her legs.

“Oh,
fuck
,” Nicola gasped. “I forgot how good you were at that.” She lifted her head, and focused her punch-drunk eyes on the sexy Spaniard.

Silas grinned wolfishly back at her – lips and chin glistening with her wetness.

Between his legs, his big, beautiful cock was rearing to attention.

Nicola saw it, and her eyes lit up. But then she laughed mockingly, and clamped shut her thighs.

Lifting one leg, she placed the heel of her 6” stiletto into the center of Silas’ muscular chest, and pushed him away.

“Your work here is done,” Nicola growled, pulling down the hem of her dress. “
Maybe
I’ll go and ask Jared to keep you on for one more fight.”

Chapter Nine

Laughing derisively, Nicola Hedberg clambered to her unsteady feet, and looked down mockingly at the naked man kneeling at her feet.

“You should get some sleep,” she sneered, brushing down the front of her dress. “You might be looking for a new job tomorrow.”

And with that, Nicola turned on her heel, and clip-clopped dismissively towards the door.

Or, at least, she would have done – if Silas Batres hadn’t reared up to his feet behind her, and grabbed her arm with the speed and ferocity of a striking cobra.

“Ow!” Nicola found herself wrenched to a halt, and then yanked around to face the towering, naked fighter.

For a moment, a flash of fear crossed her eyes. Then she put on a brave front, and spat: “Let me go, you fucking wetback.”

Silas merely tightened his grip on Nicola’s arm; until she gasped in pain.

“You’re going nowhere,” Silas warned her, yanking Nicola towards him. She practically collided with his bare chest.

He reached up and grabbed her other arm with his other hand; squeezing until he heard her gasp.

“L-let me go!”

Looking up into his eyes, Nicola Hedberg felt a stab of fear. That, and a hot and needy throb between her legs.

“Not yet,” Silas warned her. “I gave you what
you
wanted.”

“Oh, you certainly did,” Nicola gasped.

“Now you’re going to give me what
I
want. You’re going to go upstairs, and tell Jared to
keep on sponsoring me
.”

“Ha,” Nicola laughed, although now she was trapped in Silas’ iron grip, her voice didn’t sound quite
so
steely and determined any more. “And what makes you think I’ll do
that
?”

“Because if you don’t,” Silas snarled, “I’ll go upstairs and tell him about
us
.”

Nicola’s eyes widened.

“H-he wouldn’t believe you,” she snarled.

“Oh no?” Silas growled. “Even now? With the scent of your cunt fresh on my breath?”

Nicola struggled.

“You wouldn’t
dare
,” she hissed. “He’d
kill
you.”

“Ha!” Silas laughed. Death threats aren’t so threatening to a 265lb heavyweight contender.

Nicola realized this, and changed tack.

“Okay, then,” she hissed. “He’d call immigration on your ass, instead. Get that visa of yours revoked.” She spat in Silas’ face. “Jared would send your useless ass back to Spain in FedEx box.”

Silas released one of Nicola’s arms, and wiped her spit from his cheek. Nicola groaned as he did so, feeling the blood rushing back to her crushed bicep.

Silas laughed.

As Nicola watched, he took the smear of saliva she’d spat across his face, and licked it off the back of his hand. Then he turned to the helpless housewife, and grinned menacingly.

“So fucking what if he
does
?”

Nicola didn’t have a response to that.

“My brother runs a
bodega
back in Logroño. You send me back there, I’ll survive it.”

He snorted derisively:

“Maybe I’ll miss the fights. The women. But I’ll do okay. I’ll push wine barrels around and get tanned and fat.” Silas sneered menacingly. “I came from nothing,
puta
. It doesn’t scare me to go back.”

Nicola narrowed her eyes. She’d underestimated him.

“Now you go back upstairs,” Silas continued, “and you tell your husband to keep sponsoring me. I’ll make good on it.” He laughed bitterly. “Next time I meet that Norwegian
cabron
in the octagon, I’m going to bring him down like an oak tree.”

Nicola shivered.

“Bold words,” she sneered. “But I seem to remember you saying something similar before – and look what happened to you as a result.”

Angrily, Silas tightened his grip on Nicola’s arm. She gasped painfully.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Slap!

Her palm left a ringing sound in Silas’ ear. For a second he was stunned – more because the slender woman had slapped him across his injured jaw, than from the force of her blow.

But it had been enough.

Grabbing her other arm again, Silas squeezed her flesh so hard that Nicola cried out, and her legs nearly buckled from under her.

“Why are you such a hateful
puta
?” he hissed.

“I don’t know,” Nicola gasped, squirming in his grip. “Why are you such a
fucking pussy
?”

Silas tightened his grip even more – and for a second, Nicola flinched, thinking that he was going to strike her.

But then she laughed.

He didn’t have it in him.

Silas Batres was a lot of things – an arrogant, cocky asshole and a second-rate fighter; but he wasn’t a woman beater.

“You go upstairs,” Silas hissed again, “and you convince your husband to keep sponsoring me.”

Nicola sneered: “And why should I? What’s in it for me?”

And that’s when Silas bent his head, and lowered his face until it was just an inch from hers.

“Because if you do,” he promised, “I’ll throw you on the bed over there and
fuck you like you deserve
.”