Free Brawler by Scott Hildreth Page B

our little living room brawl. It was exactly what I had hoped for, but I wanted more.
    “Harder. Ass. Face. I don’t care,” I growled. “Just hit me. Hit me and fuck me.”
    He continued to fuck me rhythmically, his hands lightly bouncing off the sides of my face and the back of my ass while he did so.
    I was about to reach climax.
    “Harder,” I grunted.
    His gloves began to rain down on me, one after the other, while he continued to fuck me. His balls banged against my pussy. His hands banged against the side of my face. And, his cock banged against spots inside of me I was unaware even existed.
    My mind escaped me and my legs began to shake.
    I arched my back and cried out. “Holy fuuuuuck!”
    I felt his cock swell, and he did the same.
    “Aaaarrrghhh,” he growled.
    The orgasm worked its way from my toes to my temples. Simultaneously, a tingling from deep inside my pussy seemed to burst well within me, leaving me in an almost confused state of being. I buried my face into the couch cushion and screamed. It was an orgasm unlike anything I had felt in the past, and I was certain – at least at that moment – that I would never live to feel another like it again.
    A few seconds into my sexual release, and I realized he wasn’t done fucking me. Still groaning into the now silent room, his cock burst inside of me, causing me to reach climax again, in a different fashion altogether.
    He held his cock in place and continued to groan. My body shook and shuddered, exhausted from the fighting, the sex, and the two-hour workout that led to it all.
    My upper body collapsed onto the couch. He flopped down beside me. I felt his cum run down my inner thigh.
    I didn’t care.
    We turned our heads to face one another.
    “That was fucking hot,” he said.
    “Uh huh,” I murmured. “Your cock. It’s--”
    “Too big?”
    I was going to say huge.
    “No,” I said. “It’s perfect.”
    “Good, because there for a while I was afraid it wasn’t going to fit in your tight little pussy.”
    You’re not the only one.
    “You like it?”
    He blinked his eyes and sighed. “Yeah.”
    “Good,” I said. “Because now it’s ruined.”
    He blinked and stared. “What do you mean?”
    Believe me, you’d never understand.
    “Nothing,” I lied. “I think I’m delirious.”
    And that, at least, was true.

ELEVEN
    Jaz
    Day thirty-three.
    “Oh my God, already?” she asked.
    I finished wiping off the table and sat down. “What do you mean already ?” I moved the condiment caddy back to the center of the table and waited for her to respond.
    “Well,” she said. “You just sucked his cock the other night.”
    “And on the first night that we talked about him you accused me of acting like I was fifteen. And you told me not to be the blowjob girl. How long do most adults wait to fuck?”
    She shrugged. “I just go for it.”
    “Yeah,” I said with a sarcastic grin. “Me too.”
    She placed her hands on her hips and shot me a look. “So?”
    I wanted to tell her all the sordid details, but decided to make her beg for them. “What?”
    “Does he have a nice dick?”
    Yeah, if he was a fucking horse.
    I shrugged. “Yeah.”
    “Was he any good?”
    Any good? He fucked me into a state of mental retardation.
    “Yeah.”
    “Yeah, huh? Just yeah?”
    I felt giddy about it all, and I couldn’t wait to tell someone, and she was the only someone I had. “His body is solid muscle, his cock is the size of my arm, and he’s got the stamina of a true porn star. He fucked me until I couldn’t talk, think, or even fucking see straight. And that’s the truth.”
    She stood with her mouth agape and stared. “Really?”
    I nodded. “Uh huh.”
    “You got any pics of his dick?”
    “Seriously? No. I was too busy moaning and having orgasms to take any pics.”
    “He hasn’t sent you one single pic of his dick?”
    “Sent me one?”
    “Yeah. Sent you one.”
    “No,” I said. It seemed like a ridiculous question on her