Free Brawler's Baby: An MMA Mob Romance (Mob City Book 1) by Holly Hart

right hand into his hair and pulling him as hard as I could up toward my face. He didn't resist, and pushed using those thick, muscular thighs until her lips were only
    I kissed him, taking my own sweet, tangy taste on his lips. I felt naughty, filthy, depraved. I felt like I was becoming the person I'd always wanted to be, like Conor was giving me an excuse to break out of my shell, to throw aside every boundary and every self-imposed rule that had ever held me down.
    Speaking of holding me down … I thought.
    Conor grabbed my hands and shoved them above my head. I struggled briefly against his powerful grasp, but only for show. I was ready for this. I wanted it more than anything.
    He took his cock in his hand and pressed it between my thighs, pushing its enormous head against the soaking wet lips of my pussy. I moaned as he teased it up and down my entrance. I wanted to beg him to stop, but I knew better than that. I knew that he would only delight in making me wait, and making me suffer.
    This was Conor's show, and it was the only one in town.
    He pushed himself inside me, thrusting an inch, no, half an inch at a time, pushing inside me with a delicious, delicate slowness that tested the very fabric of my being. My hips bucked forward of their own accord, desperately trying to feel his heat and his length inside me. He chuckled to himself, and, pushed up against him, a deep, luxurious growl rumbled through me as he did so. I brushed my cheek against his, luxuriating in the feeling of his soft stubble scratching against me as I turned my head.
    Conor buried his cock as deep into my pussy as he could. And then he let loose.
    Delicious tremors of electricity sparkled through my body every time his hips came crashing down against mine. I was ready to come, more ready than I'd ever been, and I couldn't wait to fail him climax inside me.
    There was little enough of my brain matter still functioning under Conor's thrusting assault, since every time he pushed his thick cock further between my slit, every time he drove me closer to my impending orgasm, I almost blacked out with the pleasure.
    But I didn't need to be Einstein to know one thing. This wasn't the same Conor I'd known. That Conor had been a boy. This one was a man.
    "I'm getting close," I panted, looping my arm around his torso and, without meaning to, digging my nails into his skin. I just needed to get a grip on something, anything.
    This Conor was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. He was relentless and probing, experienced yet still with all the energy and enthusiasm of a pubertal teenager. He was a force of nature: a hurricane, a tornado, or even a chemical reaction of pent-up sexual energy – and I was his catalyst.
    Conor grunted – the only response he could give in the midst of his own building orgasm. He was single-minded and dedicated in his pursuit of release – but he never forgot my needs. He kept his thumb on my clit, holding down with a constant pressure and pushing it toward his thick, hard cock in a gentle but relentless circular motion as he thrust in and out of me, never breaking rhythm, nor pausing to catch his breath.
    All those hours, months, and years of training, day after day in the ring were finally bearing fruit, though perhaps not for the reason that had been intended. Conor had a race horse's stamina. There was no chance he was simply going to leave me high and dry, I felt like he could keep thrusting for days.
    I wouldn't tire of it – especially not after this long without a man, but I knew one thing: there was no way I'd last that long…
    Electric shocks of pleasure now seemed to burst from my clit, unbidden, at the start of a journey racing toward every burning nerve ending in my body, and the heat between my legs was almost unbearable. This was it. I couldn't wait another second – my orgasm was coming, and nothing was going to stop it. I grabbed Conor's ass, pulling toward me – pulling him deeper inside me. It was a