Free FIGHT Part 1 by M Dauphin

disgusted with what I do, that he doesn’t ever talk to me again? I’m not sure I can deal with that type of rejection from him. This man that I barely knew has stolen all of my brain functions for the last two days, and I’m unsure if I’ll ever fully get it back.
    When the knock comes I get up and open the door, waiting for the onslaught of questioning. There he is in all of his tattooed, muscular glory. Good god he’s so fucking hot, standing there arms at his side breathing heavily.
    Before I can conjure up words to speak he’s on me. Pushing his way into my apartment he slams the door and pins me to it. His lips are so soft I never want to stop kissing them. His body is pushing me against the door and his elbows are resting on the wood behind my head. He smells so fucking good, and is so hard already that I feel that familiar pull between my legs immediately. One that needs as much friction as it can get. I moan into him, trying to wrap my legs around him to achieve a better connection. I feel him smile against my mouth and laugh as his hands find my ass and lift me to aid me in my quest. No words are exchanged as I grind myself against his jeans, the thin fabric of my yoga pants helping me achieve the perfect amount of friction. The kisses keep coming, slow and steady, his stubble around his mouth probably rubbing my face raw but I don’t care. I grind into him more until the all too familiar electricity starts buzzing through me. He must have noticed the change in my pace and subtle shivers radiating off of me. Growling, he pushes me harder against the door.
    “Come for me, Red,” he whispers into my ear before starting to nibble on my ear lobe.
    I’ve never been one to come on demand, but hell if that one sentence didn’t send me over the edge. Gasping and grabbing onto his head, I moan into his neck as pushes me harder against the door. As I come down from my euphoric high, I find myself being moved from the door, down the hall to my bedroom. Both of us still fully clothed, he carries my body effortlessly to the bed and lays me down. Stripping off his shirt he looks down at me and smiled.
    “Hey.” He smiles and I loose it. All reserve I thought I once had went out the window when that smile was directed at me. I crawl as fast as I can to get his clothes off, then he does the same for me, literally ripping off my bra, claiming it’s taking too long to unhook.
    I’m more than ready, and by the looks of it he is too. He towers over me, and for a brief moment I wonder how we would fit together. I’m not the tallest of people; I only come up to his chest. And he is HUGE. Like, I’ve never seen someone so big. I’m not that big! Now I’m only slightly starting to panic that things won’t mesh well, but when his eyes hit mine all worries fly out the window.
    “You okay with this?” His voice is gravel, full of lust.
    “Absofuckinglutely,” I say, and push him onto the bed.
    I straddle his body, lining myself up with him and lift over him. His eyes never leave mine as I slowly and agonizingly start to sink down. Good lord he is so fucking big. It takes damn near forever to be completely filled with him, and the torment in his eyes as I make my descent is insane. I can tell how much he’s holding back, but I’m in charge and I’m enjoying it.
    “Fucking-A Red. Good lord... ah!” he gasps as I pull up and break contact with him. I grin at him, loving the fact that I’m driving him nuts.
    Realigning myself, I start my decent again, this time a little easier than the last. When I make it all the way down, his hands grab my hips and slowly guide me back up and then down again. Swiftly, he manages to flip us over without breaking contact. I’m impressed, but more so I’m incredibly turned on by this man towering over me.
    “Grab onto the headboard,” he growls at me, his voice demanding and sexy as hell. When I don’t move fast enough, he pulls my arms above my head and holds them there with one