Page 4 of A Dangerous Game
“That’s the match!” Elvis yells out with bravado.
That sick mother fucker loves this type of shit. He’s loving we elected him to be the announcer and he’s loving that the ring hunnies like him too. Elvis looks like a beer gutted real Elvis. He’s got thick side burns but a smile that makes the girls go crazy over him. I personally don’t see it. I think he’s a sick bastard.
Pulling my limp arm up, Elvis yanks me to my wobbly feet. I wobble just a second but I’m ready for my win. I’m ready for the crowd to scream even louder than before when I win my new belt. This is a championship fight, after all.
“Your winner, ladies and gentlemen, or should I say bitches and bastards!”
The crowd screams.
I feel proud as they all scream my name. This isn’t my first win and it won’t be my last. I’m anxiously awaiting getting the new title so I can pick any one of these whores in here to fuck. Or even two.
“Hulk!” The announcer yells out through the make-shift stadium. Once my fist is in the air, I let out an excited yell.
“Fuck yeah!” I yell.
“The winner of tonight’s match is Hulk! Someone buy this guy a beer!”
A series of pats and half hugs are surrounding me but I’ve got my eye on this blonde outside of the ring. She’s wearing these teeny shorts that show me all her legs and those glorious fucking thighs. On her feet are these heels which make her legs look even longer than they would have without them.
“Excuse me,” I murmur to the guys. I’m still dripping with sweat but my adrenaline coursing through my body allows me to not give a fuck about it. I’m interested in sinking into this woman.
She sees me coming and tugs her top down to show me the mounds of her pert tits. Yeah, the woman is begging me to fuck her. Maybe I should play a little with her first.
Nah. It’s been a while since I’ve had fresh pussy.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I husk out to her with my signature grin that melts panties.
“Hey, yourself.”
Her voice has a little bit of honey dripping from it. Yeah, she’ll do. “What’s your name?”
She smiles at me. “Does it really matter what my name is?”
Smirking and raising my eyebrow, I shrug. “Guess it doesn’t. I can just call you gorgeous.”
“Want to get out of here?” She asks me.
My dick thickens in my fighting shorts and I couldn’t imagine what I look like right now still dripping with sweat. “Yeah, sure.”
I grab her hand, leading her out of the stadium, past all the people still cheering. I don’t really give a fuck what they are cheering about. I’m interested in fucking this girl until she forgets her name.
Not that I know it.
“In here,” I inform her. Once we’re in my room, I lock the door and grin at her. “Let’s take a shower.”
She smiles at me. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You’re pretty good.”
I start the water, waving my fingers in the spray to make sure it's heating up. I already know my muscles are going to be sore once I come off the high and I’m hoping the hot shower will help soothe them. “Is that right?”
She’s quiet for a minute to the point where I look back to make sure she’s still in the room. The woman turns her head sideways and that’s when I see who she reminds me of. The woman looks like Sinclair.
Fuck!
I’m about to fuck another blonde that looks like Sinclair.
Who gives a fuck? The woman doesn’t give two shits that I don’t even know her name. Why would she care that I’m about to fuck her because she looks like the woman I’ve always loved?
Her body isn’t as delicious or addictive like Sin’s but no one is her. There’s no one out there that could be her.
