VOWS OF SIN

Chapter eight

THE FIGHT CLUB LOCKER ROOM AT 2 AM PT 3

With Remy’s wrists bound tightly above his head using his own fight wraps, Selene turned around on the wooden bench. She positioned herself in reverse cowgirl, her strong back facing him.

Her lean, muscled ass hovered just above his thick, throbbing c**k. The head of his c**k brushed against her slippery, bare p***y lips, coating itself in her wetness.

She sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.

Remy’s thick c**k pushed inside her tight heat, stretching her open inch by inch. Selene took every bit of him until her ass rested fully against his thighs and he was buried to the hilt. Her inner walls gripped him tightly.

A low moan escaped her throat at the full feeling. Remy groaned loudly, his hips jerking up instinctively.

The foggy locker room mirror across from them gave a perfect view. Remy could see everything clearly. He watched his own c**k disappear repeatedly into Selene’s dripping p***y as she started to move. Her lean-muscled back flexed with every roll of her hips. The black tattoos crawling up her ribs shifted and stretched as her body worked.

Selene rode him slowly at first. She rolled her hips in smooth circles, grinding down so his c**k rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her. The stretch felt deep and satisfying. Her wetness coated his shaft and leaked down over his balls. Each slow grind made wet, soft sounds that filled the quiet locker room.

Remy’s bound hands clenched into fists above his head. He could feel every tight squeeze of her p***y around him. The heat of her body surrounded his c**k completely. He watched in the mirror as her ass lifted slightly and sank back down, taking him deep again and again.

“f**k… Selene,” he breathed, voice rough.

She kept the slow pace for long minutes, savoring the fullness. Her strong thighs flexed on either side of his hips.

Sweat glittered across her tawny skin. The silver streaks of hair in her head stuck to the back of her neck. She reached back with one hand and spread one ass cheek slightly, giving him an even clearer view in the mirror of his c**k sliding in and out of her soaked p***y.

Gradually the pace changed.

Selene started slamming down harder. Her ass slapped loudly against his thighs with every drop. The wet smack of skin on skin echoed sharply off the concrete walls and metal lockers. She rode him with more urgency now, her hips rising and falling faster.

She reached between her legs with one hand and rubbed her swollen c**t in firm circles. Her fingers moved quickly over the sensitive bud while she kept riding his c**k hard. The added stimulation made her moan louder.

“Thrust up harder,” she commanded, voice low and breathless. “f**k me from below.”

Remy obeyed immediately. Despite his wrists being tied above his head, he bucked his hips up with desperate force. His c**k drove up into her tight p***y every time she slammed down. The impact made her ass jiggle and sent fresh waves of pleasure through both of them.

His eyes stayed fixed on the mirror, watching his thick shaft disappear into her dripping folds again and again.

He growled with every thrust, the sound raw and animal.

His c**k felt rock-hard inside her, throbbing with the need to come. He fought to hold back, teeth clenched, breathing fast and rough.

Selene rode him even harder. The bench creaked loudly under their combined weight. Her fingers rubbed her c**t faster. Her strong thighs trembled as she chased her orgasm.

The wet sounds grew louder, her p***y squelching around his c**k, her low moans mixing with his growls.

She came first.

Her body shuddered hard around him. Her p***y clamped down tight on his c**k in strong pulses. A hot rush of wetness flooded around his shaft as she ground down deep, riding through the powerful orgasm. Her back arched. Her thighs squeezed his hips. A long, shaky moan tore from her throat and echoed through the empty locker room.

Remy felt every squeeze and flutter around his c**k. The tight grip pushed him right to the edge.

Only then did Selene allow him release.

She kept riding him through her own aftershocks, slamming down hard and fast.

“Come for me, fill me,” she ordered.

Remy groaned her name loudly. His hips bucked up one final time and held there.

His c**k pulsed deep inside her as he camefilling her completely. Pulse after pulse pumped out of him while she continued to grind slowly on his c**k, milking every drop. His feral growl turned into a deep, broken moan as the orgasm tore through him.

Selene stayed seated on him afterward. His c**k was still buried inside her, slowly softening. Warm c*m leaked out around the base of his shaft and dripped down over his balls onto the wooden bench. The wet, sticky feeling coated both of them.

She leaned back against his chest, her sweaty back pressing to his front. Turning her head, she kissed him possessively. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, claiming him completely. The kiss was deep and slow, tasting of sweat and s*x.

When she finally pulled back, she whispered against his lips, “From now on, every win in the cage belongs to me. And every loss will be paid for right here, just like this.”

Remy lay beneath her, wrists still bound above his head, body spent and trembling. His cocky ring persona had been completely stripped away. He was owned now by the woman who truly controlled him.

His eyes looked up at her with raw submission and satisfaction. c*m continued to leak slowly from her p***y around his softening c**k, marking the new reality between them.

The empty locker room stayed silent except for their heavy breathing. Selene stayed on top of him, possessive and satisfied, her strong body still connected to his.