Free Brawler by Scott Hildreth

stared.
    I climbed from the ring and grinned. “Naked.”
    The look on his face was all the response I needed.

TEN
    Jaz
    Day twenty-nine.
    Ethan stood in the middle of my living room, wearing nothing but his boxing gloves. His cock hung heavily between his legs, not completely hard, but not soft by any stretch of the imagination. “How hard?” he asked.
    I glanced down at his cock and then lifted my eyes to meet his. God, he was so fucking sexy. “Hard enough I remember it,” I responded.
    I lowered my hands.
    He punched me in the center of the face, knocking me off-balance and almost toppling me over. Tears ran down my cheeks. Not tears from crying, but tears caused by being hit right in the middle of my nose.
    I shook my head and wished I could wipe my watering eyes, but the boxing gloves I was wearing prevented it.
    “Enough?” he asked.
    It wasn’t. I didn’t feel the rush of sexual emotion yet. Not like I did when Kelsey caught us in the ring. Maybe I needed to hit him. “Tighten your jaw muscles.”
    He narrowed his eyes and lowered his hands.
    “You sure you’re ready?”
    He blinked and nodded slightly.
    I swung a hard right cross, landing right on the tip of his chin. He stumbled three or four steps to the rear, eventually catching his balance and shaking his head from side to side. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed. “You hit hard as fuck.”
    “Good to know,” I said. “I’ve always wondered.”
    I stole a glance at his cock. It was slightly harder than before. My pussy began to tingle at the thought of fighting and fucking at the same time. I pounded my gloves against my stomach. “Give me a good three or four to the body.”
    I was wearing a plaid skirt, no panties, and a sports bra. Considering the size of my boobs, the sports bra was mandatory. The plaid skirt, however, was optional. A request on Ethan’s part to fulfill some ridiculous fantasy.
    A commando schoolgirl boxer.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Hurry up,” I demanded. “I’m getting horny as fuck.”
    I extended my arms to the side, giving him a free shot at my torso. He unleashed a three-punch combo to my mid-section, pulling his punches slightly. The quick series of half-power blows knocked me back about six feet and caused the breath to shoot from my lungs.
    As I fought to breathe there was no doubt in my mind that my pussy was soaked. “Put ‘em up,” I howled.
    His eyes widened. He raised his gloves. I stepped toward him and as soon as I was within reach, we exchanged blows for several long seconds, me hitting him with all I had, and him returning punches that were packed with about half the power he was capable of unleashing.
    Thirty seconds later, and I was covered from head to toe in sweat, and my arms felt like Jell-O. I was done with the fighting, and was ready to move on to the fucking.
    I lowered my tired self to my knees. “Stick…your cock…in my…mouth,” I said between breaths.
    He didn’t hesitate. In three short steps, his hips were against my face and his rather flaccid cock was in my mouth. I realized, just like Rachel predicted I would be, that I was the blowjob girl. But. I was preparing to become the boxer in the plaid skirt who fucked Ethan senseless.
    I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled against his ass with my gloves, more for my benefit than his. Something about having a man’s ass in my hands while I sucked his cock made me wetter than wet. I sucked on his rapidly growing shaft until it filled my throat. Four or five good gagging fits later, and I stood up with watering eyes.
    He returned a worried stare.
    “Don’t worry,” I said with a grin. “I’m gonna give you the good stuff.”
    I turned toward the couch and bent over. With my boobs buried in the cushion and my ass high in the air, I reached for my skirt, only to quickly remember I was wearing boxing gloves. Half a dozen unsuccessful attempts to raise my skirt over my ass later, and I surrendered the idea and glanced over my