Sexfight Story Novels & Stories

He is sloppy and not focusing on the fight. I laugh and step back, one of his minions grabs my leg and I turn and kick him in his face. Sierra rushes over and snaps his neck. This distraction was enough for Flint to think he had the upper hand, He grabs my arm and slams me to the ground. He pins me and cages me in with his arms. He is much larger than me, I bring my knees to my chest and kick him right in his manhood. He falls over and now it is my turn to pin him. I bear my weight down on his back and throw punch after punch to his head, he tries to cover his face and get me off of him. I clasp my legs around his torso and continue to pummel him. I can feel his bones breaking and realize he

"That bastard tried to rape me" "Bitch we have some unfinished business" he made to come closer but Dala stopped him. "Stay out of my fucking shit. I want the girl" "Back off" "Fuck you. You asked for this" he made to punch him but he held the guys fist and twisted it effortlessly. "Arrrggghhh" he groaned and made to punch him with the other hands but Dala was quick to hold his other hand. He used his knee to hit him in his dick and he cleared him off the ground.

Alpha Doyle I was fast approaching “Loughainwillin,” and I hoped that I wasn’t too late to help my second chance mate. It relieved me to no end when I saw that she was still alive, but the relief turned to anger when I saw her and Sean in the middle of a dog fight. They both had patches of blood on their fur and were equally viciously trying to kill one another. It surprised me that the girl could fight. She was doing well to hold her own against Sean. He was a remarkable fighter with a fierce reputation.

He began to panic that he would let Bryce down, because he treats him so well. It gets violent and there was a day he was attacked in groups. They were armed and All he had with him we're files he wanted to submit to Bryce's home for immediate approval over some plans. He was never scared to fight and was ready, when Bryce turned up with more men than the one about to fight him. Bryce gestured for him to come to him and they stood by and watched the fight occur. Top notch thugs were beaten to pulp and his jaw dropped. It was on that day that he realized why Bryce threw a wild question at him and liked his savage response.

Sex with Alec was the biggest adrenaline rush I’d ever known—reckless, constant, and out of control. We did it against the wall, in the shower with my back bent double while he took me from behind, or on the bed until neither of us could breathe. He’d even taken me to the warehouse before the fights started, bending me over the iron cage he fights in while we both knew someone could walk in at any second. Even when my body felt completely wrecked, sore, and exhausted, one touch from him opened the floodgates all over again. And even now, standing trapped between him and the door, his heat burning right through my clothes, my core throbbed instantly.

she said, already giggling, “so picture this. I’m twenty. He’s a six-foot-four rugby player. Hands so thick, I already imagined what it could do to me.” Someone snorted. Betty leaned forward. “Go on.” She urged Nina. “We’re in his dorm room. It’s dark, his roommate’s not supposed to be there. And suddenly—” she paused for dramatic effect, “—the guy starts crying.” The whole circle broke out laughing. “What?” Sean coughed between fits. “Like, crying crying?” “Full-on sobbing,” Nina confirmed. “Said he missed his ex and that I smelled like her.” She took a sip from her red cup. “And I still let him hit. Because, I quote—‘grief sex is spiritual.’”

It wasn't a mistake, I enjoyed the sex. Without thinking twice, as he said that, I lunged at him, fists clenched tightly. We exchanged blows, fueled by anger and my growing hatred for him. He didn't understand why I was fighting with him but he defended himself. The fight was messy and chaotic, with papers flying off desks and furniture crashing against the walls. It was a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that had consumed me. I punched him severally and he did too. Eventually, my anger subsided, and I realized the gravity of the situation. This fight wasn't solving anything; it was only making matters worse. I took a step back, breathing heavily, and looked at Magnus, who was

he yells. I'm trying to decide if he's impressed with my fighting skills or if he's genuinely pissed that I've gained the upper hand. Or leg. He twists underneath me forcing me on top. I smother him with my pussy, tightening my legs, determined to get him to tap, ending the fight so we can resume the sex. Instead of tapping, he reaches up and thrusts his fingers deep into my vagina. I yell my shock and loosen my hold, trying to roll away from him.

His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back while the other spanked my ass red. “Such a dirty little fight club whore,” he groaned. “Coming here just to get fucked by the winner.” “Yes,” I moaned shamelessly, pushing back against him. “I’m your whore. Fuck me harder, Jax.” He railed me mercilessly, the bench creaking beneath us. I came again, screaming as my juices ran down my thighs. Jax buried himself deep and filled me with another thick load, pumping me full while the distant sounds of the other fighters echoed through the hallway.

He positioned himself behind me, his large hands gripping my hips like a vice. He thrust forward, sinking his thick, heavy length into me in one brutal, breath-stealing motion. I gasped, arching my back as he filled me entirely. The sex was chaotic. It was messy, deprived, and completely feral. He didn't establish a rhythm; he just pounded into me with a desperate, maddening desire. He was marking me after the confrontation, and loving me with a violent intensity that bordered on madness. The friction was agonizingly good, his body slapping against my ass with loud, echoing cracks in the dark room.