Free The Fighter's Girl by Unknown

his other hand moved toward her inner thigh. He continued to move his fingers over her flesh until the very pads brushed along her tingling pussy lips. Taking his thumb and pulling one of her labia apart, Izzy watched the erotic display of dominance and control take over him. Something shifted in his expression as he lowered his gaze to the part of her he just exposed.
    “Fuck, Izzy, I am going to eat your fucking pussy out so thoroughly you won’t be able to stop from coming all over my face.” Lifting his eyes to hers again, he stuck his tongue out slowly, leaned forward another inch, and dragged the muscle along her slit. Over and over he did this, licking up and down her cleft, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and plunging inside of her on the down stroke. “You taste so fucking good, Izzy. I could eat you out all damn night.”
    He was a machine, one that knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how much pressure to apply, and the right kind of dirty words to say that would have her orgasm rushing to the surface. The vibrations from his voice were right on her clit, and just when she thought she would climax he shoved two thick fingers into her.
    “Come all over my fucking face, baby.” She exploded at his words, at the feel of his mouth, and of the tightening of his hand on her ass. There was no shame when she started grinding her pussy on his face, drawing out her pleasure until it crested again inside of her, smaller this time, but just as intense. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, and sucked on her clit like he couldn’t get enough.
      When she was too sensitive and too exhausted from his ministrations, she gently pushed him away. Brock kissed a path up her belly, stopped long enough to move his tongue over her belly button, and continued his upward destination until he was at her mouth. The first swipe of his tongue passed her lips after he ate her out was an unusual sensation. The flavor of her body mixed with the taste that was all Brock coated her tongue. Izzy gripped his hair, pressing her mouth firmly against his, and started sucking her flavor from his mouth. The musky sweetness that was her invaded her senses, but it was Brock’s citrusy and woodsy flavor that consumed her.   He was still hard, and Izzy wanted to feel him in her hand before he was pushing into her body. Before she could do just that, Brock turned her around so she was in the direct spray of the water. In what had to be record time he had them both washed, the water shut off, and both of them dried.
    “I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t be slow any longer. I need you too fucking bad.” He wrapped the towel around her, but didn’t bother with one for himself as he took her hand and led them to his room. Izzy didn’t want slow anymore either. Right now all she wanted was the dominating fighter that could knock men out with one hit.

Chapter Six
     
    As soon as Izzy followed him into his room Brock slammed his bedroom door. He hadn’t meant to be so forceful with the action, but he was running on pure adrenalin, endorphins, and testosterone right now. He looked at her, and his dick jerked. Her eyes widened as she noticed the movement. He knew what she looked like beneath that towel, knew how sweet her pussy tasted, and realized how receptive she was to him. All of that had him manic for her, ready to throw her on the bed, push into her fast and hard, and bring them the pleasure/pain their fucking would cause. He stalked forward, saw the surprised, yet excited look in her eyes, and spun Izzy around so her back met his wall. He panted against her neck, smelling the scent of his soap, and everything that was all her. He loved that she smelled like him. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, and hoped she knew what he meant in that look. There were no words he could say right now that would effectively tell her that she was more to him than just a piece of ass. Her eyes looked so blue, like pieces of aquamarine.