thought. I needed her to stop.
"You’re a jerk.”
"Whatever you say," I replied, taking a stance. I would beat her in the ring.
We judged each other by moving in circles, opposite to each other. Though I could beat that young kid a couple of days back, it was only possible in rage. In reality, I had not practiced for almost three years now and beating Julie would be tough.
Julie charged forward. I expected her to take me head-on, but she diverted her path and threw a sidekick at me when she passed my right side.
I ducked to dodge her kick, but it threw me off balance and I hit the ground. She stood there with a serious look on her face. She gave me a hand to get up, but instead of taking her hand, I moved quickly and wrapped her waist in a hug, planning to throw her over the top of my head. It was a wrestling tactic I learned from one of my friends.
But she expected that, and flipped before I could lift her in the air. The result was her breast pressing against my face, and my back on the floor, again infuriating me. But then an ecstatic warmth emerged in my body as I could feel her hard nipples pressed on my cheeks. My nose was perfectly placed in-between the two round blossoms. It was the ultimate arousal I could feel in that moment. My tongue was itching to lick her nipples.
God damn, Noah. Push her away.
I did so. I didn't like the way she was making me feel. Tonya
"I wish you had a curvy body when you thought of rubbing your nipples on my face." I chuckled in a sarcastic way, to insult her.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes told me that my insult had worked. She stood up and waited until I was once again standing.
"Now come on, and don't rub your boobs on my face again," I said, jibing her on.
She jumped in the air and her knee hit my chest pretty hard. I moved slightly back to avoid some of the impact. If I hadn't anticipated her move, she would’ve done some damage to my ribs. But still her kick had the power to knock me down on the ground. Then she was on back of me, wrapping her hands around my neck in a death lock.
Fuck, what is she thinking? Is she going to kill me today? Her grip was tightening, and I was losing it. I tapped on the ground frantically. There was no escape from the trap. She had to release me, or I would die.
Thankfully, she loosened her grip.
I took a deep breath. "Have you gone mad?" I shouted after I caught my breath. But she had already left the ring.
"She’s fucking crazy," I whispered as I walked to the shower room. "If she ever does that again, I’ll complaint about her."
But then again, it was her job to train me, and my opponent in the ring wouldn't take the time to teach me anything. He would just beat the shit out of me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Am I losing it? I was missing my touch. Three years back I fought fiercely. Maybe because I was in my prime. I should’ve anticipated her move. If I had moved a little and locked my own hands, I could’ve saved myself from that lock. My prime fights flashed in front of me when I took a shower.
When I left the showers I found she was standing outside, talking with another man. A fighter, actually. A fighter in his prime. I knew it, because he looked the way I used to.
Something was kicking inside my brain. I felt hostile towards that bastard. Why was he talking to Julie, and why was he standing so close to her?
What the fuck I am thinking about? Why would I even bother caring about who she talks to?
I needed a girl. I needed someone to fuck that evening. I looked around, and I found a trainer walking by.
"Hello, miss." I flashed a smile at her.
"Hello Mr..."
"Noah Rich, owner of the Orange Computers. And you are?”
I knew she would be ready to fuck me by that evening, just by the way she looked at me with those dreamy eyes. It was the look of a girl ready to warm my bed in the night.
Chapter 10
Julie
Noah’s words remained with me the rest of the day. How could he comment on my body? I carried myself with pride, and
"You’re a jerk.”
"Whatever you say," I replied, taking a stance. I would beat her in the ring.
We judged each other by moving in circles, opposite to each other. Though I could beat that young kid a couple of days back, it was only possible in rage. In reality, I had not practiced for almost three years now and beating Julie would be tough.
Julie charged forward. I expected her to take me head-on, but she diverted her path and threw a sidekick at me when she passed my right side.
I ducked to dodge her kick, but it threw me off balance and I hit the ground. She stood there with a serious look on her face. She gave me a hand to get up, but instead of taking her hand, I moved quickly and wrapped her waist in a hug, planning to throw her over the top of my head. It was a wrestling tactic I learned from one of my friends.
But she expected that, and flipped before I could lift her in the air. The result was her breast pressing against my face, and my back on the floor, again infuriating me. But then an ecstatic warmth emerged in my body as I could feel her hard nipples pressed on my cheeks. My nose was perfectly placed in-between the two round blossoms. It was the ultimate arousal I could feel in that moment. My tongue was itching to lick her nipples.
God damn, Noah. Push her away.
I did so. I didn't like the way she was making me feel. Tonya
"I wish you had a curvy body when you thought of rubbing your nipples on my face." I chuckled in a sarcastic way, to insult her.
She didn't say a word, but her eyes told me that my insult had worked. She stood up and waited until I was once again standing.
"Now come on, and don't rub your boobs on my face again," I said, jibing her on.
She jumped in the air and her knee hit my chest pretty hard. I moved slightly back to avoid some of the impact. If I hadn't anticipated her move, she would’ve done some damage to my ribs. But still her kick had the power to knock me down on the ground. Then she was on back of me, wrapping her hands around my neck in a death lock.
Fuck, what is she thinking? Is she going to kill me today? Her grip was tightening, and I was losing it. I tapped on the ground frantically. There was no escape from the trap. She had to release me, or I would die.
Thankfully, she loosened her grip.
I took a deep breath. "Have you gone mad?" I shouted after I caught my breath. But she had already left the ring.
"She’s fucking crazy," I whispered as I walked to the shower room. "If she ever does that again, I’ll complaint about her."
But then again, it was her job to train me, and my opponent in the ring wouldn't take the time to teach me anything. He would just beat the shit out of me.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Am I losing it? I was missing my touch. Three years back I fought fiercely. Maybe because I was in my prime. I should’ve anticipated her move. If I had moved a little and locked my own hands, I could’ve saved myself from that lock. My prime fights flashed in front of me when I took a shower.
When I left the showers I found she was standing outside, talking with another man. A fighter, actually. A fighter in his prime. I knew it, because he looked the way I used to.
Something was kicking inside my brain. I felt hostile towards that bastard. Why was he talking to Julie, and why was he standing so close to her?
What the fuck I am thinking about? Why would I even bother caring about who she talks to?
I needed a girl. I needed someone to fuck that evening. I looked around, and I found a trainer walking by.
"Hello, miss." I flashed a smile at her.
"Hello Mr..."
"Noah Rich, owner of the Orange Computers. And you are?”
I knew she would be ready to fuck me by that evening, just by the way she looked at me with those dreamy eyes. It was the look of a girl ready to warm my bed in the night.
Chapter 10
Julie
Noah’s words remained with me the rest of the day. How could he comment on my body? I carried myself with pride, and
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