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* Okay! Okay, girl.

* I want to be inside you

* You ready, my love?

* Oh, fuck! This feels so good, girl.

* Literal: Give me that milk, daddy(but it’s like saying “Give me that cum”)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Sierra

The best decision we ever made was getting each other out of the other’s systems. I didn’t think it would go past the first few times. Or the next few fights, yet here we were, riding the wave of another win, in another hotel we christened. My goals were still clear. My focus was still there. This just…became a part of it.

“Mmm…me encanta tu cuerpo?*,” Josue slurped, flattening his tongue against my folds. “Te necesito, mami. Voy a hacerte mía?*,” as he met my pussy in a growl, hyper focusing on my happy button. “¿Te gusta, mami??*”

“Ay, sí, sí, sí. Que rico, papi?*,” I cried and thrashed against his tongue, tearing me apart, my walls clenching, wishing he had been inside me when it happened. But he really did know how to eat pussy. He never just stopped when it was over for him. He took me not climaxing as a personal attack.

“I know I got you right where I want you when I got you speaking Spanish,” he taunted as he crawled on top and mounted me, thrusting his full length inside. “Quiero que te corras?*.”

“Then fuck me harder?—”

“No me quiero venir todovía. Necesito más tiempo. Pero te voy a dar con todo?*,” as with every thrust, he became more intentional, making my entire body feel that shit. I was at the point where I didn't care what I sounded like or looked like. In this moment, I was completely his.

“I'm about to come?—”

“Let me hear you say that shit in Spanish mama.”

“Ah, me vengo. Te siento todo?*.Shit, just fuck me!” not being able to concentrate long enough to recall much else. My pussy clamped down on his dick so hard I was seeing more than just stars, I was seeing the whole damn universe.

“Te quiero comer a besos?*,” Josue kissed my neck and face, as my body was coming down from him. “Sùbete?*,” he demanded, as I took his upper body in a tight embrace and did my best to roll him onto his back.

He was a heavy man, or at least compared to his competing days. So, I know he'd madesomeeffort getting me on his lap. Once I was on top, though, I was in complete control.

“Me quiero entregar a ti,?*” giving me free reign to do to him exactly what he had done to me. “Muérdeme?*,” he demanded softly, as I leaned in and bit his chest.

“Más fuerte?*,” his desire wanting me to pierce flesh this time. This wasn’t his time anymore. His time to cum, for sure, but I was running the show right now. Lightly tapping him in the face, he moaned, “Mmm…cogéme?*,” as he sat back and watched me take him.

““Ya casi, sigue asi, mami?*. Ride that fucking shit.” The entire time, I was just taking him for a ride, watching him watch me in lust and awe, as his eyes started to darken, and his fingers dug into my wrists to the point hefinallylet go. The twitches he’d succumb to made him about as docile as he could be, as my walls milked him for all that they were worth. It may have beencasual, but there was no doubt that in this moment, this dick was mine.

It took a second for Josue to fully catch his breath as he held my body close to him, trying to synchronize my breath.

“I keep saying this has to be the last time,” he huffed, bringing my hand to his mouth to kiss. “But then we get to that hotel room, and I’m always tempted to have you, legs to the ceiling in every hotel.”

We were way past Kansas City, a fight I’d taken by round two, something that had shocked even myself. We were have supposed to been out each other’s systems. But after a win, when I needed a body, Josue was more than willing to take me to paradise.

The lines were blurred for sure, but we were handling it like adults. And I hadn’t lost the next four fights he’d got me, and this time, I hadn’t even taken any damage to the face. I’d never been so ready to fuck after a win in my life.

“You’re welcome to stop at any time,” I reminded. But after some rubbing, kissing and hugging, I was ass up, face down to the mattress, once again.

“Okay, ma,thiswill be the last time.”

***

The flight home back to Newark hadn’t been so bad, but the two weeks I normally got of rest were cut in half for more training.

“Come on, mama, you can do these drills in your sleep,” Josue yelled, scolding me for missingonecombo. It’d been the only one I missed all week, and after my Miami win. He was just trying to prepare me for a Serbian chick that he wanted me to take on in Houston, and my recovery time had been quicker thanmy last few fights for ending it early, so he wanted to ride that momentum.