Body Lock (8 page)

Ford fell backwards onto the massive, king size bed. “Damn, it feels good to finally be alone.”

“Yeah, it was a hectic day. Do you do this often? Fight, I mean?”

He propped himself up on his elbows. “A few times a year. Makes good money.”

I raised my eyebrows. “I should say so. A 12-0 record isn’t too shabby.”

“Impressed ya’, did I?

“Always.” So what’s your plan for all that dough?” I watched him strip away his shirt. His huge muscles shifted with every movement.

He rested against the headboard and kicked off his boots and socks. “You mean other than wining and dining you?”

I tilted my head and rolled my eyes.

“Okay,” he waved his hands and smirked. “Well, I’m saving up to buy Champs.”

“Seriously? Boss is selling the club?”

“He’s not in a hurry or anything. We worked out a deal. He’s not looking for any other buyers. He wants me to have it. Actually, he wanted to take over and pay him when the funds come in, but I’m not comfortable with that. I want to pay up first.”

“Wow, that’s a great opportunity. It sure as hell beats working for a bank.”

“You know you have a passion for fitness. You should think about getting your certifications. Find a gym. I happen to know one that should be hiring soon.” Ford flashed his dimples. “We could start working on your technique now.”

He snagged me by the waist and pulled me onto the bed.

“Still okay with this?” He asked with a serious expression.

I didn’t respond with words. I slipped off my shoes, followed by my jeans. I was surprised by my own brazen behavior since I had always been ashamed of my body. But everything about this man put me at ease. He made me feel like a goddess.

I was thankful that I thought ahead to shave and wear sexy underwear.

Thanks, Megan
.

The fiery glint in Ford’s eyes gave me the courage to go on. I tugged my shirt over my head and bravely stood before him in my matching red bra and panties. My light skin nearly glowed in contrast to the silky fabric.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He pulled me in and grazed my back with his fingertips. My pulse soared as he unhooked the strap. I allowed the bra to fall away. My heart pounded harder when I saw him gulp.

I squealed when he suddenly took me by the waist and tossed me onto the bed. “Okay, defend your title. Show me what you got?”

Hovering over me, Ford leered. His handsome face burned with desire. “I’m about to put you in a body lock that will have you screaming for submission.”

Shit
!

His hot, searing tongue brushed against my skin, skimming over my lips and down my milky chest, finding my ample breasts and circling my erect nipples. Blood rushed to all of the hypersensitive points of my eager body. He cupped one round mound while claiming the other for himself. I writhed under his weight.

With one hand, he reached down while attending to my rosy skin and slipped off my panties. I wiggled, allowing him to work them off my body and dropping them to the floor. He opened my legs with his demanding knee and moved one hand between my legs. I moaned when his masculine fingers teased my wet flesh. He toyed with the folds before finally gliding one long finger inside.

Ford’s warm lips were still dedicated to my swollen, aching breasts. I cried out as he slid in a second finger. He worked my tight sex as if he had done it a thousand times before, possessing every part of me.

“Shit, I can’t take it anymore. I have to taste you.” He slithered down the bed, dragging his ruthless tongue along my begging body. He hooked both legs over his strong shoulders and gripped my ass, tugging me towards him. With long, committed swipes, his tongue explored my aching slit. His own groans escaped as he worked his way to my firm clit, kneading it with his skillful mouth until I couldn’t hold it any longer.

His fingers dig into my ass. He refused to stop while I shoved my hands into his hair as my body bucked under the final swipe of his tongue. I collapsed into onto the bed. Ford’s dangerous eyes stirred deep inside my soul.

He ripped off his shirt before pulling a foil package from his wallet, sticking it between his teeth while he unbuttoned his jeans. He shoved them to the floor, revealing a pair of tight, black boxers. The tip of his hard cock peeking out the top.

My lips tingled as my body hummed in anticipation. The throbbing between my legs begging to take him. He tugged off his underwear, allowing his mammoth sized erection to spring free. He never broke his smoldering gaze as he ripped open the package and rolled the condom down his long shaft.

He climbed across the bed, skating his fingertips along my body, starting with my legs and working his way up. He settled between my legs. I felt the head of his cock press against my molten flesh.

He sank into me, his full length taking my breath. He propelled his body into mine. I moaned in pleasure with every thrust. Ford’s mouth devoured mine. I felt the vibration of his heart hammering away in his chest. His strokes became quicker. Harder. Deliberate. I rolled my hips, allowing him to go even deeper. His eyes rolled and he tossed his head backwards.

My pulsating sex constricted around him as a second orgasm blasted through my body, causing his hips to pump into me until he was empty. His massive hands cinched my ass harder with every gush.

I had never experienced anything like it before. I could lose myself in him, but at the same time, I didn’t feel lost anymore. Every part of him was new and refreshing. Every glance. Every touch. I wanted to experience him, and only him, forever.

“Shit,” he mumbled before falling to my side. My body still quivering. “I could do that all damn day.” He got up and disappeared into the restroom before jumping on the bed. He settled in beside me and cradled my head to his chest.

“You’re perfect,” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I trailed my fingers along his glossy skin. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“No regrets?”

I gazed up at him. “Not a one. You?”

“Only that I have to wait a few minutes before going again.”

I snickered, only because I felt the same way.

“So, were you serious about what you said earlier?” I asked.

He furrowed his brow. “What part?”

“About getting certified. Do you really think I could do that? I mean, I have a business degree, but it’s not doing me any good. You really think I could train for a living?”

“Hell yeah. I think you’d be amazing.”

“What about being in the cage? You think I could do that too one day?”

Ford popped up. His sated expression grew serious. “Like a ring girl?”

My face twisted. “No way! I want to fight!”

A wild glint filled his eyes. “Are you serious? You know it’s not something that’s easily accepted among the MMA community.”

“Just makes me want it more.”

“Shit, we can get started on your cardio right fucking now.” He rolled on top of me with the same heated expression from before.

“Don’t you need a salad or something for strength,” I teased.

“Woman, seriously, you really are going to be the death of me.”

“I guess you’ll just have to whip me into submission.”

His chest heaved with that blazing, fiery glint in his eyes. “Challenge accepted.”

The End

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