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lips left my neck as he tore open a condom wrapper with his teeth. He used his foot to push my jeans down from my knees to my feet and then I clambered out of them while he slipped the thin silicone over his throbbing shaft with one hand.  
    His fingers kept caressing my sex in a slow, steady rhythm as he leaned forward and finally kissed me on the lips. My lips tingled as he parted my mouth and slid his tongue inside. Our tongues touched briefly as his thumb rubbed back and forth against my clit.
    There were no doubts in my mind now. Between his lips and his fingers, my body had surrendered to him completely. My climax would come in seconds, but I wanted him inside me.
    My hand reached down between my legs and took hold of his shaft, before pushing my panties to one side and guiding him towards my entrance.  
    His cock was tantalizingly thick. My breathing increased, becoming more of an exhausted panting, as I imagined what it would feel like to have him inside me, stretching me wider than any man or toy ever had done before.
    Our eyes met again, as Riker pushed forward slowly, letting my body adapt to his size, as my wetness surrounded his member. I gasped as inch-after-inch he entered me until I was completely filled, impaled on his cock and pressed up against the counter unable—and unwilling—to move.
    Once completely inside me, he grabbed both my ass cheeks and lifted me up onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around him as he thrust himself deep into me, before pulling out and slamming back inside with the aggression that had made him an infamous fighter.
    I reached under his t-shirt and explored his muscular back, clinging onto him and burying my face in his neck while he had his way with me.
    I was helpless to do anything. Helpless to resist.
    My body shook from the force of his groin slamming into mine, and from the spasms taking over my muscles.  
    I moaned gently in his ear as I started moving my hips in time with his thrusts, eking out every little bit of his thick cock while I still could.  
    My orgasm took over my body. My nails dug deep into his back and I arched my back away from him, clenching onto his cock as my sex pulsed around his shaft.
    My body was still shaking as he thrust hard and groaned deeply as he emptied himself into me.
    I kept my arms around him until he withdrew from me and threw the condom in the trash. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, but I managed to grab my pants and slip back into them despite my legs being covered in sweat.
    “Thanks,” Riker said casually, as he zipped up his fly. “That was fun.”  
    “Yeah, fun,” I replied.
    I wasn’t going to let myself feel guilty. I’m young and single. I can fuck whoever I want.
    “See you later,” he said, and left me standing there in the office just how he had found me fifteen minutes ago.
    No, you won’t. We won’t see each other ever again, and that’s just fine with me. I don’t need a man like you. You’re the last thing I need right now.

Well that had ended up being a fun evening.    
    I always fucked a pretty girl after a fight. Nothing new there. The women were always attractive, with nice firm tits, and slim figures. Exactly like Nora.    
    Except none of them were anything like Nora. She was exactly like them and yet completely different. For one thing, I still knew her name the next day. That was a minor miracle in the first place.    
    And she wasn’t just pretty she was… captivating. I couldn’t look away from her last night, and I still had a crystal clear image of her on my mind now. Then there was her tight, wet pussy. Shit, that had been one of a fucking kind.    
    The night had been a success. I’d even kept the sponsors happy. Today it was back to normality, and that meant working out in the gym to prepare for the next fight. The fun never stopped.
    I managed to squeeze in a few short sets of bicep curls before Gayle waved for me to come over to the office. Gayle was