Heart Of A Fighter

Easy E's

Dedicated to Imwiththe3girls

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Damien's hand moved up the red-headed gyal's thigh in celerity. Tracey matched his momentum, trying to tug off his leather jacket. Or was it Celine? She looked like a Jessica.

No.

Ariel sounded better in his head. But that's what he called the other two redheads.

Well, he concluded. They'll all be Ariels.

The sound of her moaning dragged his thoughts to her mouth. She was calling his name and he hadn't even started yet. She had a big mouth, a big enough mouth to fit all of his--

"Why don't you show me that sexy body of yours, you handsome stallion?" Ariel's voice lowered her words looser.

"You want to get fucked or not?" he shot as if it mattered. They both already knew the answer to that.

When his hands reached to where she was moist and desperate, he ripped off her underwear and unzipped his pants. Eagerly, she pulled a condom on him and shoved his turgid shaft into her, expertly rolling her hips.

To his disappointment, Damien wasn't enjoying it as much as he had intended to. He quickened the pace, wondering why the sudden change when he heard a voice just outside the walls.

The raspy voice with a linger of Spanish accent rolled off her southern tongue easily. Her laughter was loud, ending with a snort.

That made sense.

He wanted what he couldn't have. Or didn't get yet, at least. It left him thrilled to actually have to put in work for once, and he was determined to have that woman out there under him.

Or on top. It didn't really matter.

He was simply getting tired with easy.

With a push, Ariel was off him. He placed the used condom in her shirt pocket.

"Until next time, Ariel."

"You-you stupid, dumb, inconsiderate fuck!" Angered by his sudden rejection, she pulled Damien back by his sleeve but he shook her off.

As if remembering something, he swiftly turned around and a flirtatious smile immediately took over her face.

Cocking his head to the side, he pulled the used condom out of her shirt pocket. Women were crazy nowadays. He didn't need to randomly start hearing he was a father. Although he didn't have an orgasm, science could work against him.

He clicked his tongue. "Redheads."

Damien turned on his heel, quick to follow the sound of the raspy voice. He got out just in time to see the thick figure maneuvering through the crowd with a seductive sway of the hips, her partner in crime beside her. He said something and she laughed again, clapping her hands childishly.

Although Damien quickened his steps, she still managed to get swallowed by the crowd. Annoyed, he let out a long breath, pushing his hands in his pockets. He started walking not even knowing where to.

He still couldn't comprehend why he never approached her before. He may have seen her once before Shavon smacked her bottom. Even if he did she didn't seem at all interesting, besides her body, but the incident with Shavon proved otherwise.

He shook his head in amusement because he was only on the campus because of Ariel.

Technically, he was a new graduate and was supposed to be working on a plan for his new job that was due in a few days.