Sexfight Story Novels & Stories

My heart races, and I feel my pulse pounding in my ears as he makes his way up my thighs and rips my underwear into shreds I have to do something to stop him,Now. I aim for his balls and hit it with my knee.he groans in pain and releases me but before I can escape he grabs me and smacks my head against the wall “You stupid bitch,I'm gonna make you regret that”he pulls on my hair and bites my neck–hard So hard that I'm too stunned to even speak or move and a teardrop rolls down my cheek My head sways as my hands fall to my side,my will to fight all gone

His eyes locked on me like I was already broken. Damien watched from the front row, smirking, his hand already stroking himself through his pants. The bell rang. The fight lasted barely forty seconds. The Reaper charged like a freight train. I tried to dodge, but he grabbed me by the waist, slammed me against the cage wall, and pinned me there. His massive body crushed mine as he forced my legs apart. I tapped out almost instantly, moaning as his enormous bulge pressed against my soaked shorts. The crowd went absolutely feral.

I was in heat and could probably die if I didn't receive it from him. "Put it in, Festin. I will manage." Festin said he had just started having sex again after abandoning it for a long time, 'cause his family, and his one true mate were taken away from him. The first time Festin shoved his cock into my pussy that wasn't broken, I saw myself fading away rapidly. And when he moved his hips, I died and came back after a series of more attacks. It was a memorable first time for me. And I so wished I could get it all for myself.

It's just so difficult to listen to orders and follow them. My ass has had a very difficult time especially since it's just been Damian's 29th birthday. I planned a day for him where we had sex in the morning, went out for dinner at his favourite restaurant at lunch, came home and had more sex, and then went to the playroom for an intense scene where I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Unfortunately he wanted to try fisting with me and pulled on some black latex gloves. He tied me on the swing with my legs in the air and took his time pushing more and more of his hand into me. It's crazy how I go from never bottoming in my life to having a man's fist in me. He didn't even just put one fis

I want that to be Axel. I've never had sex on the couch before, but I have to admit I'm a fan after today. Even though I know how much he loves being in control, he fights that for me. It's not often, but when he gives it over, I relish every minute of it. Maybe, it's the thought of having control over this big man, which excites me.

He fucked me like he was trying to fuck the memory of every other man out of my body. Like it meant the world to him. Tears, orgasms, confessions, and intense passion mixed together in one of the most powerful nights we had ever shared. Through the fight and the makeup sex, we both realized the truth: The lifestyle was changing us. And the rivalry with Harrington had only just begun. To be continued…

“Mitch, please. I know you didn’t have a fight tonight for The Rock, OK? And I don’t smell any alcohol on you at all, so you haven’t even been near a bar. But you’ve been hurt and you’re being cagey about it. So, what is it?” “I – you’re not going to like it, Reena.” “Probably not, but you’re going to tell me anyway.” “OK, OK.” He shook his head. “It was an underground fight.” Reena uncrossed her arms, and her hands went to her hips. “A what fight?” “Underground. Like, in an abandoned warehouse. Bookies, cash all over the fucking place, chalk on the floor. No rules, and most guys get taken out in dark SUVs and dumped near the E.R.”

Sean had shielded Jo from the falling glass and our club members spilled through the open window. He was hitting me in the ribs as I choked him and I pushed him off me. He sprawled on his side and I stood up and kicked him twice, then I was on top of him hitting him so hard that I could feel his ribs against my knuckles. “Alex! You’ll kill him!” Tre shouted as he tried to pull me off him. I let go of him and stood up as most of the Little Italy bike club ran away and the fights had pretty much ended, except for me.

Engaging in a fierce fight, both girls clawed at each other, and in the struggle, Petta ended up cutting Faith from her elbow to her hand, causing her opponent to cry out in pain. "You did the same to me; if you're dishing it out, be prepared to take it in return," Faith remarked, as Petta lunged at her again. Faith swiftly flipped and delivered a powerful kick to Petta's back and then her head. Although Faith stumbled briefly, she quickly regained her balance, facing a formidable opponent. I was unsure how Faith would emerge victorious, given the other girl's strength and skill.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.