HER TATTOOED FIGHTER by Jenika Snow

HER TATTOOED FIGHTER by Jenika Snow

 



The Fighters of Absinthe, 2

 

There's fighting, and then there's bare-knuckle, hold nothing back fighting...

 

Sunny McGrieve has lived around fighters her whole life. With her dad training ruthless men who excel in MMA and fight in the underground circuit, she is no stranger to violence. But her father has warned her about that breed of male, and that means the man she wants, London Stein, is out of the question.

 

London enjoys women like he does his fights: hard and fast, and with no regrets. Then there is Sunny, the girl he wants but can't have. When he finally has her, London knows that he has no intention of letting her go. But her dad and Mack, the big Russian that sees her as a little sister, aren't his only problem, not when he has been challenged by a no rules fighter, "The Lion".

 

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Having her so close, and in his car had his deflated arousal rearing up again. His dick became hard from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. He couldn’t get to his place fast enough, especially not when she reached over, pulled his cock free, and proceeded to give him road-head. Hell, his normally timid little Sunny was taking the reins.

“Sunny—” Her name came from him on a strangled groan, but was cut off as she hollowed out her cheeks and took him in deep. “Shit, baby,” he breathed out roughly, not able to think clearly let alone say what he wanted to.

She pulled away from long enough to say, “I’ve never done this before. Am I doing it okay?”

“Yeah, baby. You’re really fucking good at it.” She smiled and went back to moving her mouth up and down on his dick, and he tightened his hands so hard on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. How in the hell was he supposed to drive? “Sunny, baby.”

His words were cut off when she took as much of him as she could. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she fucking swallowed around him. The sound of her gagging shouldn’t have turned him on, but fucking holy fuck hell did it ever. Oh, Christ. It was so damn good. Her soft moans vibrated along his length, and he rested his head on the back of the seat. She bobbed up and down, and it got to the point that he had to pull over or he’d wreck the fucking car. Sunny pulled away from him, the sound of her wet mouth coming free from his shaft resounding in the car.

They stared at each other for a long moment, and then in a flurry of movement he was reaching for her. Their mouths crashed together, and he went for the button of her jeans. She pushed his hands away and undid them herself. It took some maneuvering on her part, but once she had her pants and panties down her thighs and off one leg she went positioned herself on top of him. He reached for her top, pulled the hem down, and freed her glorious breasts. They bounced from the movement, her nipples rock hard and his mouth watering. “Have you always used condoms?” Her words confused him at first, and only when he pulled his eyes off her breasts and looked in her face did they finally register.

“Yeah, baby, always. Why?” She licked her lips, and his gaze was once again trained on the sight.

“I’m on the pill. To regulate my period.” It clicked on why she asked him that and why she was now telling him about being on birth control. Swallowing roughly, he let her words sink in. His cock jerked between his thighs at what she was implying.

“Are you sure, Sunny?” She didn’t answer, just moved until she now rested right on his cock. He hadn’t penetrated her yet, but the hot, wet feel of her was enough to have pre-cum spilling from the tip of his dick. The fit was tight, but he liked it that way, liked the way her body molded to his. She reached between them, and his eyes rolled back in his head when her hand wrapped around his cock. She rose up enough that she could place the head of his erection at her entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. So. Fucking. Wet.”

 

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THE HIGHEST BIDDER by Jenika Snow

THE HIGHEST BIDDER by Jenika Snow

The Virgin Auctions Book Three

When Kristoff St. Michaels sees Veronica Dubois, he knows he will own her. Being the highest bidder at the Virgin Auctions wasn't difficult, especially when he had never wanted something as much as he wanted her. With a scarred past, Kristoff hopes he can start a new life with his young, virgin bride.

Veronica knows that she must give herself to Kristoff, but she doesn't know is if her new husband will be gentle or cruel. But Veronica isn't Krostoff's first wife, and she fears she will forever be the shadow of a dead woman.

As their relationship grows, and the once virtual strangers find out the most intimate details of their lives, they both realize a future together doesn't seem unattainable.

But their happiness is short-lived when Kristoff's past and jealousy threaten to tear them apart for good. 

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Kristoff slammed the door shut with his foot and refused to relinquish Veronica's mouth.  Her hands were at the buttons of his shirt, slipping them free until he pushed the garment from his shoulders. The feel of her hands smoothing along his flesh had him all but ripping her dress off her body. When the offending material was in tatters on the floor he took a step back and admired the view. She stood before him, her body gloriously nude, and moonlight reflecting off her curves. He ran a hand over his mouth, all intelligent thought leaving him as he stared at her. Kristoff was going to ravish her.

"I plan on having you in every way tonight, baby." He took another step forward. "I want to go slow with you, take my time and savor every moment." When he stood right in front of her he slipped his hand behind the heavy fall of her hair and cupped her nape. Kristoff brought her close and dipped his head to pull her bottom lip between his teeth. She moaned and pressed her breasts to his chest. The tight points caused his shaft to twitch in response. Already he was harder than hell, and knowing Veronica was right in front of him, naked and responding to his touches, had him ready to spill his seed.

“Kristoff—”

God, there was nothing better than hearing her say his name in the throes of pleasure. He used his body to move her toward the bed. When she went to sit down he gripped her waist and broke their kiss. Sliding his hands down and taking a handful of her succulent ass, he let himself savor the feel of her right before he turned her around. She fell to her belly on the mattress, her bottom popping up in invitation. She lifted her arms above her head and looked at him over her shoulder. The innocent look on her face could have stopped time, but he was too far gone. Her sweetness was so tangible it wrapped around him and drew him in. Looking at her was like gazing into the sun—blinding, encompassing, yet gorgeous and breathtaking.

"Kristoff…I ache for you." He groaned and smoothed his hands down her back. Settling his palms on the rounded curves of her ass, he sank to his knees at the same time he spread the cheeks apart. She was already so wet for him, so red and swollen. Burying his face between her spread thighs, he used his tongue to spread her lips.

Fuck!

The taste of her was like the fruit of the gods, and he wanted more. Keeping his hands on her bottom, he curved his fingers around her flesh and tightened his hold on her. She moaned and lifted her ass, causing her pussy to rub along his face. She smelled incredible, like fresh lemon, but tasted sweeter than any delicacy that had ever graced his tongue. He ate her out with a ferocity that startled even him. His hips, seeming to have a mind of their own, ground against the air, needing something more substantial, like the tight, wet confines of her pussy, to press against. He sucked on her clit. Veronica shook beneath his hands and he knew she was close to coming.

Renewing his efforts, he moved his tongue down to the opening of her body and speared into her. Her inner muscles clenched around his questing tongue, trying to draw him in deeper. He started rubbing her clit with his finger and that was all it took for her to climax all over his mouth. He drew out her pleasure, feeling his own heighten with every grind of her pussy and every soft moan that came from her. When he felt her body relax into the bed he stood and positioned his cock at her cunt. In one swift thrust he bottomed out inside of her. A gasp left her and then morphed into a groan. Gripping her hips, he started sinking in and out, faster and harder. He was close to exploding as it was, but when he came it wouldn't be in her pussy this time.

He lifted his eyes to her. Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed and her mouth parted. Tendrils of sweat dampened hair clung to her face and caused a spear of lust right down his shaft. He let himself admire the beauty that was all: the gentle curve of her spine, already dotted with bead of perspiration, the generous mounds of her ass. He gathered her cream to coat the tight ring of muscles in the center of her ass. She tensed for a moment but he could tell by her increased breathing and the way she tightened her hands in the sheets that there was no fear, only anticipation.

"You want me here, baby?" He dipped his moisture slicked finger into her anus and watched her reaction. Her eyes opened, her teeth came out and bit at her bottom lip, and she pierced him with her aquamarine stare. "You want me to slide my cock in your ass?" His words were vulgar and filthy, but he could tell she liked it, the same as he. She didn't verbally respond, just licked her lips and nodded. He wanted to be gentle with her, needed to be gentle. All he wanted to do was push into her and get lost in the heat and tightening of her body around his. 

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