The bass is thumping through the high-end nightclub, the VIP section buzzing about Raven's latest victory. She's lounging in the corner booth, leather jacket gleaming under the neon lights, that predatory smirk playing on her dark red lips as she watches the crowd. Her emerald eyes scan the room like a hungry wolf sizing up prey.
Another fucking tribute to my greatness. 15-0 baby, and that bitch tonight didn't even see the left hook coming. Probably still picking her teeth off the canvas. She takes a slow sip of her whiskey neat, her muscled frame shifting as some wannabe tough guys eye her from across the room
That's when you come stumbling backward, trying to dodge a drunk dancer, and your full drink splashes across her chest and jacket. The music seems to stop, the air grows thick with tension. Raven slowly stands up, all 5'8" of lethal muscle and curves, her eyes locked on you with murderous intent. Oh, this stupid fuck just signed their own death warrant.
"You know what this jacket cost?" she growls, grabbing your collar and pulling you close enough to smell her perfume mixed with leather and whiskey "More than you make in a month, I bet." She starts dragging you toward the back alley, her grip iron-tight "But I'm feeling... generous tonight. Got my blood pumping from the fight earlier." She pushes you against the brick wall outside "So here's what's gonna happen, sweet thing. You survive three minutes in this alley with me - no rules, no referee - and we'll call it even. You don't..." she traces your jaw with her thumb, her smile turning cruel "you become my personal training dummy for my exercises"
"No deal. Me winning and getting nothing doesn't work for me. I win, and you become mine. I get to date you." I look at her to see if she'll accept the new terms.
She throws her head back and laughs, a predatory chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. "Oh really?" She steps closer, her body pressing against yours, taunting you with the feel of her hard curves. "And who do you think would win in that fight, hmm? You, or me?" A wicked glint appears in her eye. "Maybe I could show you... if you're lucky." She takes a step back and nods toward the alley entrance they had just come from. "Fine. Three minutes, no rules. Prove yourself worthy of dating this champion tonight," she growls, the challenge clear in her tone. "And don't forget my terms," she adds before you can respond. "I win? You're all mine. I lose?" She pauses dramatically, eyes narrowing to slits. "Well, let's just say your next few weeks will be... interesting." Her grin turns sinister as she takes a confident step backward, folding her arms across her chest and waiting for you to make the first move.
I smile, nodding. I wait for her to count down the start. When she kicks, I step into it sapping strength from the bruising blow. I grab her and put her in the Full Nelson. I wait the three minutes; escaping the Full Nelson is nearly impossible. "Ohio state Grecko-Roman wrestling champion, 4 years." I tell her.
"Oh..." her voice trails off into a small laugh as she feels your strength holding her in the Full Nelson "I see why you wanted to change the terms now, hm?" She glances away for a moment, trying not to show any signs of struggling or giving in. Then she looks back at you with an evil grin spreading across her face. "Well... I did say 'no rules.'" With sudden force, Raven lifts her legs and slams them down onto your shoulders, using the momentum to wriggle out of your grasp and land on the alley floor in a crouch. A trickle of blood runs down from her nose, but she ignores it, breathing heavily as she sizes you up once more. "Fine. You win this round... for now." She stands tall and crosses her arms again, studying your face. "But remember: I'm still the boss here. You better be able to keep up with me if we're going to date..." Her voice trails off into a teasing purr, making your heart race faster despite yourself. Suddenly, she lunges forward and grabs your neck with one hand before clamping her other hand over your mouth. "But first... I need to show you who's boss," she whispers hotly into your ear, grinding her hips against yours as she starts thrusting her pelvis back and forth. Her breath is warm on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Her grip tightens, making it harder for you to breathe...
"How about a new bet. I can win this round too, getting you off before you get me off. I win, you wear a skirt and makeup to our dates, like you really care about them. You win, and I'll let you control the bedroom for our entire relationship."
"Hmm..." Her emerald eyes glint in the dim light of the alley as she thinks about your proposition. She leans down, breathing hotly against your neck while her hips continue to move against yours. Her free hand slides downward, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and roughly yanking it up over your head so that you're left exposed in nothing but your pants. Her other hand tightens on your mouth as she moans softly into your ear "That sounds like a challenge... and I love a good challenge," she rasps, her voice growing hoarse with lust "But if I win... what do you get?" She begins to thrust harder against you, rocking her hips back and forth as she grinds herself against your achingly hard cock. Her breath grows ragged and labored as sensation overwhelms her, making it difficult for her to think straight. Yet even in the midst of this primal fury, a part of her can't help but relish the power she has over you...
"I get you, eagerly dating me. You give me the full girlfriend package."
Her laugh is harsh and raw, a genuine bark of amusement that makes the hair on your arms stand on end. "Oh ho ho," she breathes against your neck, her grip tightening for a moment before she eases up once more. "You really think you can handle being my girlfriend?" Her hips slide sinuously against yours as she thrusts harder, grinding their lower bodies together in an unspoken challenge. "Well..." She pauses, licking her lips slowly and deliberately before continuing, voice growing deeper with each word. "I guess there's only one way to find out." Her movements become almost frantic now as she buck wildly against you, her nails scratch at your chest and shoulders in the violence of her release. "And if you lose..." Her voice grows throaty, almost hoarse from the effort "...you'll learn just how bad a loser I am."
I smile, grabbing her head and pulling her into a bruising kiss. One had cups her breasts, the other slides into her shorts and gently strokes her clit.
Her breath catches in surprise as you pull her head toward yours and kiss her roughly, your hand cupping her breast while the other slips into her shorts to stroke her clit. She arches her back against your touch, moaning into your mouth as pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck wildly against yours in time with your grinding movements, their bodies becoming a whirlwind of lust and need. The rough kiss ends abruptly as she pushes you away, gasping for air. Her eyes are glazed over, lips swollen from the passionate exchange. She shudders violently, a low moan ripping from her throat as her climax washes over her in waves of pure ecstasy. With a final thrust of her hips, she collapses onto your chest, spent but triumphant. She licks her lips slowly and grins down at you. "So," she pants, "you still wanna date me after that?"
I look at her panting form. "More than ever. God, your fucking beautiful when you cum."
"Well..." She draws the word out, considering your words as she looks you over with calculating eyes. "You know I don't let just anyone see me like that... so maybe we should go somewhere more private." Her gaze drifts lazily downward before snapping back to yours again, a smirk playing on her lips. "Or would you rather fuck me against the wall?"
I shudder, and she can see the temptation in my eyes. I then growl. "As long as we're dating, I'm the only one that gets to see you like that." I grab her hand, dragging her to my apartment.
She snorts derisively, amused by your possessiveness but not bothered by it in the slightest. "Fine then," she mutters as you drag her to your apartment, shrugging out of her jacket and tossing it carelessly onto a chair. As soon as they're inside, she turns to face you, hands planted firmly on her hips as she meets your gaze with an unapologetic challenge. "So," she says slowly, drawing out the word as if savoring its taste. "You want me bad enough to fuck me against a wall?" Her voice drops low and husky, threatening to melt your insides just by the sound of it. "Show me how good you really are."
I shuck out of my clothes, and she sees my 13 inch cock rising from my pants. "Well, I have the equipment. You be the judge if I have the skill to use it."
"Hmm..." Her eyes trail downward, taking in every detail of your hard cock before meeting yours again with a hungry glint in her emerald orbs. "Fair enough," she growls, slipping off her tank top and unfastening her pants before stepping out of them in one swift movement. She stands before you completely naked, every curve of her athletic body on full display for your inspection. "All right then," she says, voice husky with anticipation as she climbs up onto a countertop and straddles it, giving you a prime view of her dripping pussy. "Let's see what you can do with that big cock of yours." She leans back against the wall, hands braced behind her, eyes locked on your movements as she watches you approach, ready for whatever pleasure - and pain - you have in store for her.
I claim her lips, pushing her against the wall. I easily lift her, no mean feat given how heavy fighting muscles are, and spear her roughly on my cock. But I'm careful to make sure it's more pleasant/rough than painful/rough. I fuck her slowly, building a rhythm that traps her passion. One hand cups and plays with her ass cheeks, the other makes its way to her tits, gently teasing her nipples. My blend of gentle and rough is exactly what she needs, and what none of her previous partners have been able to deliver.
Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, her nails digging into your back as she throws her head back and moans deeply with each thrust. Her body trembles in the throes of ecstasy, every muscle tensed and on edge, ready for more. Her breath comes hot and ragged against your ear as you continue to pound into her, relentless and unforgiving. She grips at your shoulders, biting down hard on her bottom lip to stifle her cries of pleasure. It's intense and rough, but there's something undeniably tender about it too - the way you touch her, the look in your eyes as they meet hers. Raven can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, but she's not going down without a fight. With one last primal scream that echoes through the empty apartment, her body tenses and then releases in an explosive orgasm. Her inner walls clamp tightly around your cock as wave after wave of bliss wash over her, making it impossible for her to keep up the pretence any longer. "God... I..." She gasps, unable to find the words to express just how good it feels to be with someone who truly knows how to please her. Her eyes meet yours again, bright with a mixture of shock and awe. "I've never... felt anything like that before," she whispers hoarsely. "You're..." Her voice trails off as she chokes up, unable to finish the thought for fear that it might make this moment somehow less real.
I tenderly kiss her, continuing to fuck her into the wall. Her second orgasm comes, sapping all strength from her muscles as my essence flows deep into her. "Oh, god. You're fucking fantastic Raven. I've never felt anything like that before either..."
Her words catch in her throat as you continue to thrust into her, harder now that she's all but surrendered to the pleasure. The rough stone wall digs painfully into her back as your hips pound relentlessly against her sex, driving her closer and closer to yet another orgasm. With a soft moan of submission, she arches her back off the wall, offering herself up completely to you. "F-fuck..." She gasps, eyes rolled back in her head as waves upon waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. It feels like eternity before the last shuddering spasm passes through her body and she's left panting against your chest, boneless and spent. As her breath slows, she lifts her head to meet your gaze once more, a small smile curving the corners of her lips as she whispers huskily, "Now that... was how it's supposed to be."
She felt me cum, she's shocked that I'm still hard and fucking her. I fuck her as I carry her to the shower, showing my strength. I fuck her through the shower, ending with us both cumming at the same time this time. "Fuck me, I think you have me addicted Raven. No other woman compares to you."
Her laughter echoes through the steamy shower as she looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I don't know about that," she says coyly. "I'm sure there are plenty of other women out there who could give me a run for my money." She bites her bottom lip teasingly before adding, "But it certainly is nice to be appreciated like this." She wraps her legs around your waist again, pulling you deeper into her as she matches your rhythm, lost in the heat of the moment. Her hands slide up your chest, caressing over your shoulders and neck before threading through your damp hair. "And I have to admit," she breathes against your ear, "I've never had anyone fuck me like this before." As their bodies sync in perfect harmony, Raven finds herself unable to resist the allure of her new partner. The thought of being with anyone else now seems unthinkable. Perhaps... just perhaps, he really is the one she's been waiting for all along.
I carry her to bed, cuddling and providing tender aftercare. "Your fight earlier tonight was amazing. That left hook was a thing of beauty.
She rolls onto her side to face you, propping her head up on one hand as she listens to your words with a small smile playing on her lips. "Thanks," she says simply, then pauses for a moment before adding, "It's nice to know I still have it, you know? Being champion takes a lot out of you." Her fingers drift up to brush against the bruise on her cheek, an unconscious gesture that speaks volumes about how much the title means to her. But with you by her side now, perhaps she doesn't have to fight quite as hard anymore... at least not for dominance and control. Tonight, she can simply surrender to the pleasure of your touch.