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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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Ive lost count of how many fights I've watched by now, We've been here for hours and my ass is starting to hurt from sitting on it for so long.
I decided to look at my phone and noticed I'd missed a few texts from the boys.
Dumbass #1: They keep showing your cute baby face on the TV, stealing dads spotlight already huh?
Dumbass #2: Is dad teaching you about how it works? If not what were you two whispering about on the screen? Were y'all talking about how handsome I am?
Dumbass #2: Willow talk to me ☹
Dumbass #1: we're literally watching her on the TV can you see her on her phone dumbass?
Dumbass #2: I'm not the dumbass you're the dumbass!
Dumbass #2: Willow stop ignoring me!!
Dumbass #2: It hurts to think you're ignoring me while I have to look at your big dumb head on the TV
Dumbass #1: Oh I'm so going to pin you down so she can beat the shit out of you when she gets home
Me: sorry Niki, my big dumb what?
Dumbass #2: It was a typo
Dumbass #1: He's lying
Me: You're both insufferable.
Papa taps my shoulder so I lock my phone and turn my attention to him, "The last fights are coming up, let's go down and meet the fighters and some sponsors alright? We can watch this one from the front row if you'd like?", I nod my head and smile standing up as the others do too.
Papa holds my hand as we manoeuvre through crowds of people, all of them wearing the same lanyard as we are, this must be like some VIP access thing, Papa introduced me to some people who represent the sponsors of UFC, from motorcycle brands to Social media pages, I was surprised by it, to say the least.
"So tonight we have Reggie Thompson and Cillian Walsh. We will go see Reggie first" Papa informs me guiding me into what looks like a locker room, there I spot a very large man built like a brick wall, his skin is a dark mocha colour, and I can vividly see tattoos on his arms. As we walk closer he stops hitting the bag in front of him and smiles at Papa and his colleagues, "Good to see you guys" He speaks, his voice very low and rough, kind of like if he smoked 50 cigarettes a day, maybe he does, who am I to judge?
"This Willow?" He asks nodding his head towards me, I nod and give him a smile "It's nice to meet you Reggie", He smiles and nods back "First live fight?" He asks, "Sure is" Papa speaks this time wrapping his arm over my shoulders "I'll make sure to beat that Irish twit to a pulp for you" He winks.
The men quickly say good luck before I'm taken out of the room and walked towards another, "This one is Cillian's" Dana informs me as he walks in first. The room is set up almost identically to Reggie's room, I finally lay eyes on who I assume is Cillian, I'm taken aback, he looks gorgeous even from a distance.
I watch closely as he focuses on hitting the bag in front of him except he wasn't wearing gloves like the other man, he only had some type of tape wrapped around his hands and fists, a thin layer of sweat coats his body and the dirty little whore in the back of my mind keeps telling me to lick it off, fuck willow get ahold of yourself.
He has tattoos like Reggie, but his aren't just on his arms, they're scattered everywhere over his body, dark brown hair sits perfectly upon his head, a few strands dangling over his forehead, I feel like I've just met a damn angel. "Cillian!" Dana calls out in a friendly manner, Cillian doesn't seem to feel the same towards him as he gives a short grunt in reply.
Wesley smacks the back of his head "Say hello lad" He semi-scolds him. Dropping his fists to the side of his body and taking a deep breath he turns to face Dana, alright now I'm 99.999% my heart has well and truly stopped.
His face has such defined and strong features, I'm almost certain you could cut glass with them. Baby blue-coloured eyes hide underneath thick dark lashes, ugh why do men always have the best eyelashes? Then my eyes trail down to his lips, they're full and plump, most men have thin lips, or one is thin and the other is plump, but him? He must be God's favourite.
It takes every single cell in my body to not look at his body, be a good girl, Willow, be a good fucking girl.
"Cillian, this is my daughter Willow" Papa speaks and I almost forgot he was in the fucking room with me, Cillians eyes finally land on mine and my body decides the best way to respond to this is to turn fucking tomato red, I quietly thank myself for staying out in the Texas sun as much as I could since my tan is now hiding most of my blush. He hums for a second before reaching his hand out, "Pleasure to meet you mam" His voice is so different to Reggie's, god it's like fucking music to my ears.
I shakily reach my hand out to his and shake it "Pleasure to meet you too" I respond my voice coming out a whole lot smaller than I'd like, this seems to amuse him as I watch him smirk ever so slightly. I let go of the handshake first and then immediately started scolding myself for letting go so soon, his hand felt so nice in mine, I wondered what it would feel like around my neck-
"полевой цветок? (wildflower)" Papa's voice almost makes me jump instantly snapping me out of my dirty thoughts, "Yes Papa?" I respond finally breaking eye contact with the literal God standing before me. "You ready to go to our seats?", I hum in response as I turn my attention back to Cillian who's still staring at me intently, the men say their goodlucks and begin to leave, Papa holds onto my hand and turns to leave as well.
I can't stop myself from looking over my shoulder as we walk away and telling him good luck too.
