Senn (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 5)

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Author: Lane Hart
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Chapter Three
    Senn
    After throwing back three more beers alone in the kitchen, I figure Abby’s had enough time to get the fuck out of my bed and go downstairs. Steam is still practically rising off my skin after the shit she just pulled. It’s one thing for her to want someone else while fucking me, but entirely another when she throws it in my face by insulting me.
    First, let me set the record straight. My cock is not small. It’s big, thick and impressive. Some cocks might be bigger, like my best friend’s, but most men have smaller ones. I’m above fucking average, dammit!
    Stumbling back into my dark room, I shed my pants, which leads to me ramming an elbow into the wall and nearly falling on my face to remove my shoes. Naked and ready to pass out, I climb in the closest side of the bed and flop down on the pillow. That when I hear it. Snoring. You have got to be fucking kidding!
    Reaching over to make sure, yep, I touch her bare shoulder, putting an end to the snoring probably because I woke her up.
    “You-you can go sleep in the basement, you hairy sack of balls,” Abby mutters softly around a yawn.
    Finding the stubborn ass woman in my bed, again, causes the same spark of happiness to sizzle like a firecracker inside my chest. I expected her to vanish after I fucked her, not keep sticking around. She’s infuriating as hell, but the fact that she refuses to leave for whatever reason comforts me in a strange, unfamiliar way. Or maybe she really is just too tired to leave. One way to find out…
    Slipping my hand down lower, I cup one of her heavy tits in my palm and massage it, making her whimper. That’s all it takes for my cock to swell. I was bullshitting her earlier about needing her mouth to get me up. I just wanted a blowjob. But now, now I want to fuck.
    When Abby rolls to her back and reaches over to grab my cock, I know she’s definitely interested in more than sleeping. Thank fuck because after earlier, I can’t stop thinking about how damn good it felt to be inside her.
    “You’re so full of shit,” she says, feeling me ready to go.
    “Yeah, well, you’re about to be so full of my big cock.” Sure I’m still pissed at her for the insult, but I think fucking her again will be even better than an apology.
    “Mmm,” she moans as she keeps stroking my shaft. “I’m already wet.”
    “Already, you little slut?” I ask. And, of course, I have to find out for myself. Letting go of her tit, I trail a hand over her belly and down to her pussy. With her knees up in the air, she spreads her legs to make room for my hand. My fingertips graze her neatly trimmed curls and slip inside her with no resistance. Fuck me. She’s not just wet, her pussy runneth over. There’s gonna be a huge sex spot on the sheets after this round. Good thing I’m leaving in the morning.
    Needing to soak my dick in her miniature lake, I mount her, wedging my hips between her thighs and dive right on in. The water is so warm, too. Sinking all the way to the bottom, my pelvis hits hers and then I’m scrambling off her.
    “Where are you going?” she asks, her voice soft and sounding tired. “It was just getting to the good part.”
    “Turn over,” I order her. “On your hands and knees.”
    “No,” is her one word, clipped response.
    “Yes. I can’t fuck you like this.”
    “This way or the highway,” she replies on a frustrated exhale. God, I need to be inside her. It felt fucking amazing.
    “You sure I won’t hurt you or…”
    “Yes! Just don’t go all jackhammer on me, and she should be fine,” Abby says, while I resume my place between her legs. This time I use my forearms to hold my weight off of her because I don’t wanna crush our little girl.
    “What about a screwdriver?” I ask her. “Can I screwdriver you?”  Fisting myself, I line up and plunge forward, groaning in ecstasy when I swivel my hips, fully sheathed in her tight, drenched heat.
    “Yes,” she sighs, lifting her hips
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