Joe;
"I'm good. I want to be alone," I asked my bodyguards to leave. I sat in my chair, rubbing my head. I ran my hand through my curls, so aggravated and so tired. I heard my door creak open.
"I told you that I want to be alone!" I raised my voice, my bodyguards never listen.
"Sorry...," such a similar voice stuttered into my dressing room. I knew exactly who it was. I lifted up my head and turned around in my chair. I looked her right in the eye. The anger building up.
"Hi...," she shut the door quietly.
"What do you want? An autograph to give to your boyfriend?" I wiped my nose and picked up a photo of myself to sign.
"He's not my boyfriend...," she lied through her teeth. I chuckled under my breath.
"Do you think I live under a fucking cave?," I squinted at her, "I watch TV. I see you all over each other. What do you want?"
She sighed, "I'm sorry..."
I shrugged, "I'm actually sorry for myself for letting myself down. For example, why I never get serious, they always seem to find someone better, someone else. Don't worry, babe, it's fine." I rolled my eyes.
"I've never seen you this cold towards me...," Demi fiddled with her fingers.
"Well, when you haven't heard from me for 6 months and ignore my calls, ask me how I should be acting, bitch."
"I couldn't be with you, Joseph."
"Don't call me Joseph."
"I couldn't be with you," Demi sighed.
"Why's that? Because I'm a fighter and you think I'm sleeping with any whore that I could find?"
"No, I googled your brother. How do I know you're not like him?"
I gritted my teeth, "don't you dare compare me to that motherfucker! I'm not like him!"
"How do I know?!" she crossed her arms. Her attitude does not help how I still feel about her.
I stayed silent for a second. I eventually pushed her against the door and got close to her face, "if I was anything like him, I'd be fucking you these past 6 months. Fucking your sweet tasty pussy out of your mind. I'm not aren't I?" I looked her in the eyes.
She just bit her lip.
"I bet he can't make you fucking scream as I can," I whispered.
Still no response.
"Wilmer can't arouse you as much as I can," I stare at her, I couldn't handle anymore. My lips slammed into hers. She was not pulling away. I got her where I needed her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and I carried her to my couch. I hovered over her as she slipped my fighting shorts off, along with my underwear.
I started kissing on her neck as my hands went down and took off her fighting shorts and panties. I gave her a few pumps with my fingers, just so I could hear her moan. I miss her moans. I kissed down her body.
"There's that sweet pussy, fuck," I groaned as I gave it a taste.
I stood up on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulder and immediately stuck myself inside her. I covered her mouth with my hand, "they can't hear us."
I thrusted my hips as hard as I could. Demi fucking threw her head, biting her bottom lip.
I kept going as long as I could, but I could feel myself getting worked up. I pulled out of her before I could finish. I was out of breath as well.
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In The Ring
RandomShe was just an innocent woman who loves fights...until she met fighter Jonas...they dont call him danger for nothing. WARNING: Use of language and mature content (sex c; )