Page 2 of Thunder

Her brown eyes sparkled in the fluorescent light, but when he dropped his gaze a groan flew from his lips. They were beautiful, but her perfect pink pussy was a work of art. The white mini-skirt she wore rode above her muscular cheeks and she was ready to take his cock.

The fact he was rubbing his dick through his shorts and fixated on her ass was lost on him until she cleared her throat.

When he raised his eyes back to her reflection, she was on her elbows with a gold foil packet between two of her fingers. That’s when he noticed the tattooed lettering,GOOD. The raised eyebrow gave her a fierce but mischievous look.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth so to speak, Nick snatched the foil packet from her fingers, dropped his shorts, and rolled the condom down his aching cock.

He stepped up behind her and used his foot to encourage her to widen her stance. His groan canceled out her moan when he dragged the head of his cock along her scorching hot lips and teased her clit.

Impatience won out when she reached around and impaled herself with his cock.

“FUCK!” He was a goner. Finesse be damned. Her heat hugged his cock just right, and he gave in to instinct.

Thunder started hammering into her relentlessly. Watching his cock disappear into her willing body just made him hornier as he chased that perfect moment.

Loosening the grip on her hips, he slid one hand right up her crop top. Thank God she wasn’t wearing a bra and grabbed a handful of her small but amazing tits. Her moan rocketed through the room when he pinched her nipple.

“Harder, Killer,” she panted. “I’m not delicate. Fuck me like you hate me.”

If it were possible for his dick to grow more, her words would’ve done that. Giving her nipple another rough pinch, Thunder took that hand and wound it into her silky hair and snatched her head back hard enough to sting her scalp for sure.

“I do fucking hate you, babe. I hate that you’ve got me on the edge of coming before I’ve even kissed you.” He didn’t wait for her response, instead, he devoured her mouth. Thunder was positive his lip was bleeding from their teeth clashing, but she didn’t seem to mind, so neither did he.

The power in his thrusts bounced the side of her face off the cracked mirror. Their grunting and cursing were hitting the crescendo when he felt her pussy flutter around his cock.

Knowing he would not last, Thunder released her hair and dropped his hand to her clit. Gentle wasn’t a possibility, and his circles were rough, but she was enjoying the shit out of the way he handled her.

“Fuck, Killer, I’m close. Damn, you know how to wield that thing.” Her face was smashed into the mirror as she spoke, but Thunder understood enough to puff up his ego. He decided he would take her out on an actual date, and when they did this again, he’d really show her what he could do. She flattened her hand next to her face and he read the word EVIL on her fingers.Good and evil, perfect.

Stopping the rhythmic circles his finger was making, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. He picked up the pace and thrust as deep as he could and dropped his mouth to her ear.

“Come all over my cock already so you can take my load.” With that, he bit her lobe. Not enough to draw blood, but hard enough to hurt.

“Holyfuckdamnshitmotherdi… ahhhhh.” As soon as her orgasm hit, he couldn’t hold back a second longer. He thrust one last time, grinding his hips hard, and emptied his fucking balls into the condom. He collapsed against her back to catch his breath, but kept his weight off her. Not that she couldn’t handle it. She was built like a fucking brick house and Thunder loved his women sturdy. They tended to be a better fit for his enthusiastic bedroom activities and matched his… intensity.

It was a euphoric moment until his rib started protesting, reminding him not only that he’d likely cracked it, but they were in the men’s locker room where anyone could come in at any moment.

Yeah, we will definitely need to do that again.

He knew Pound saw him follow—shit, he still didn’t know her name—and would be lurking around keeping people out. Problem was, he couldn’t keep the fighters out if they had a match.

As reluctant as he was to do so, he stood back and slipped from her body. She rose and straightened her clothes before turning around.

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask for her name and number when he noticed her temple was bleeding.

“Shit, I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, Killer. Quite the opposite, I’ve never felt better.” The wink did him in and her smile was heart-stopping.

His hand rose and he swiped at the blood with his thumb. She hissed and turned back to the mirror. Which also had blood on one crack.

“Shit. I can’t be bleeding. Fuck,” she cursed as she examined her wound in the mirror. It didn’t need stitches, but it was bleeding good.

“I’m sorry. I was too rough, let me grab the first aid kit.”

“Forget it. Not your fault. Besides, I like it rough, but I really can’t… I mean… I need to go. Thanks for the fuck, it was worth the flesh wound.” And with that, she fled. Thunder started after her, but he was standing there with his shorts around his ankles and a condom on his wilted dick. He couldn’t run anywhere.

After discarding the condom and pulling his shorts up, he stepped into the hallway. Looking both up and down, but there was no sign of her. Pound was coming his way from the front. “Hey, brother, did you see a stacked chick headed your way?”

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