1 Last Shot (The Fight Game, #4)

by Nikki Castle

“Do you… umm, do you want–?” is all she’s capable of stringing together. “Yes,” I say on another growl, pulling her forward until our foreheads are almost touching. “Whatever you want, yes.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come inside,” she whispers. My grip tightens on her neck. “God, yes. More than anything.” She looks up at me, her gaze equal amounts earnest and hungry. She wants this. She wants me. And without a word, she opens her door and tugs me into her apartment.

The second I have her inside the apartment, I’m pressing a desperate kiss to her lips. I grip her hips, pulling her as close to me as possible, and devour her mouth. I didn’t consciously realize it, but I’ve been dying for Isabella’s taste for longer than I want to admit. And it’s every bit the perfection I thought it would be.

My hand sinks into her hair and angles her head so I can deepen the kiss. I fist the strands and slide my tongue across her bottom lip, hoping to God she’s as hungry for this as I am.

When she bites my bottom lip, I’m the one letting out the groan. The sound must trigger something in her because her hands immediately drop down and start to scrabble at my jeans. “Isabella, wait—”

“Isabella, I—” I choke on my words again when she wraps a hand around the base and squeezes. “Fuck, princess, I'm the one that's supposed to be on my knees.”

Her hand pumps my shaft and her lips suction around the tip of my cock, and I realize that I’m completely powerless with her right now; powerless to the sight of her, kneeling before me, so eager to get my cock in her mouth that she goes too deep too fast and gags around my length. My head drops back against the door on another groan. I can't control my hand as it slides into her hair, not to hold her against me, just to stay connected to her as she takes me deep again. “You look so pretty like this,”

And fuck, but the sight of her dazed, lust-drunk expression, combined with swollen lips, still shiny with spit… It occurs to me that this might be the beginning of my obsession. Eventually, she has to pull away to suck in a much-needed breath. But even then, the heat never leaves her eyes as she continues to pump me with her hand. "You taste so good," she whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. But before I can respond to that surprising and sexy confession, she's sinking her mouth back onto my cock. I'm not going to be able to take much more of this. It's impossible to tell Isabella that, though. Not just because she's sucking me so good, I'm barely able to string any words together, but also because she's showing zero signs of wanting to stop.

let out a sound of surprise and tug on Isabella’s hair, trying to signal what’s about to happen, but she just looks up at me with a mischievous smile and tries to take me even deeper.

manage enough control that I don’t come down her throat, and instead pull back just enough to come on her tongue. The orgasm rolls through my entire body, giving me a high I’ve never felt before and that feels like it goes on forever. And when she swallows every drop and pulls her mouth off me with a proud smile, I’m a fucking goner. She’s still smiling as I pull her to her feet and press a hard kiss to her lips. She doesn’t fight me when I spin her around and back her against the door this time. “You seem pleased with yourself,” I murmur against her mouth. “Maybe a little,” she admits.

let out a hum of affirmation and kiss her again, sinking my tongue into her mouth so I can taste that pleasure. When she moans and fists her hands in my shirt again, I slow the pace by pulling back enough to press kisses...

Her skin is so smooth, her scent so intoxicating, that no part of me wants to rush this. I want to taste every inch of her skin, starting with the sensual curve of her neck and making my way across her shoulder. By the time my tongue has reached—and slid under—the shoulder straps of her leotard, she’s practically vibrating in my arms. She’s letting out soft whimpers and bumping he...

“Tell me, Isabella,” I drawl. “Am I right in assuming you have way too many of t...

She nods quickly, biting into her lower lip in anticipation. “Good. Then I can destroy this one.” And then I’m reaching under her skirt and tearing her tights at the seam. He...

nudge her leotard and thong to the side and slowly, teasingly, rub my fingers along her pussy. She's drenched, her wetness making my touch slide easily through her lips. "So wet, princess," I murmu...

She only whimpers in answer and bumps her hips harder...

It isn't until she lets out a sound of annoyance and nips hard into my lip that I zero in on her clit with an amused chuckle. Gripping her waist with one hand, I start to rub circles with my thumb. She lets out another whimper, this time sounding much more desperate and needy. I debate taunting her again. But with Isabella's taste in my mouth and the perfect feel of her in my hand, I think I'm the one that can't wait any longer. So, I sink one long finger deep inside her. “Let’s see how hard I can make you come when I’m actually trying,” I tell her with a grin.

She gasps and immediately starts to ride my hand. But when I tighten my grip on her waist, she stills with a whimper.

"I'm the one fucking you," I growl, driving my fingers even harder into her. After a second, I put my thumb back on her clit. "I control when you come, and how hard. And right now, I want you to take my fingers like a good fucking girl and come all over my hand. Understood?"

think I’m desperate to blow her mind in every way possible. I'm just about to scold her to open her eyes when I feel her tighten around my fingers at the same time that her eyes pop open with a gasp. And then she fucking shudders. She's coming too hard to control the way her hips want to roll with the release. I don't mind though, I'm too mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure. The pleasure that I gave her. If there's one thing in this world I'll have ever done right, it's this moment right here.

For a moment I can only stare at her, watch her come down from her lust-high and fantasize about how quickly I can drive her back there. Holding her gaze, I lift my fingers. Her eyes go black with desire, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth as she waits for me to slide my fingers into my mouth to taste her. Instead, I nudge down the top of her leotard and place my slick fingers on her nipple, rolling them in a lazy circle. Her gasp is loud enough to bring a satisfied grin to my face. I don't look up at her, though, I simply take my time spreading her wetness over her skin, waiting until she's breathless and vibrating

with anticipation before I lean forward and suck that same nipple into my mouth. My eyes slide shut as a groan tears through my chest. "You taste like candy," I growl, sucking her between my lips again and feeling myself harden instantly. I can't get enough of her. I could drop to my knees and lic...

By the time I reach her bedroom, I'm so desperate for the taste of her that I practically crush her beneath my weight when I drop her to the bed and come down on her lips. I start to lift off her, to adjust my weight so I'm not hurting her, but then I realize she's moaning into my kiss and wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer. And when I settle on top of her the way that I want to, I'm rewarded with a breathy yes.

For seconds, minutes, the only thing I want is to kiss her and be close to her, to feel her hands scrambling to touch every inch of me and to taste the hunger on her tongue. When I do finally pull away from her, I only get as far as her neck, and then the neckline of her leotard again. When I pull the straps off her shoulders, fully intending to strip it from her body so I can finally see her naked beauty in its entirety, I get distracted by the sight of her breasts, and the memory of how she tasted when I spread her pleasure over them. Which immediately sends me down her body, down to the skirt she has knotted around her waist and the tights I ruined out in the living room. I shred the tights from her body as quickly as I can, intending to reach for the top of her leotard again, but then the sight of the wet spot between her legs freezes me in place. “Goddamn, princess,”

vaguely hear her breaths start to come faster, but I’m too riveted by the sight before me, as I slide my finger under the leotard and pull it aside. When her perfect, pi...

leaning down to taste her even if the world was ending around us. After the first lick I’m groaning, after the second I’m wrapping my arms under and around her thighs so I can hold her tightly against my mouth. She tastes like fucking nirvana. “Oh my God, Kane,” she chokes out, her hand sliding into my hair and her thighs tightening around my ears. I think she wants to say something else, maybe give in to the urge to say ...

But then she’s grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down to her lips, and any lingering unhappiness is immediately driven away by the lust between us roaring back to life. “So sweet,” I whisper against her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth because I already know she’s filthy enough to want it. Sure enough, she sucks her taste off my tongue with a relieved moan. And again, she’s pulling me closer, silently telling me she

wants me as close as possible, as connected to her as two people can be.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you.” Fuck, but the sound of this girl desperate for me is intoxicating. I reach behind my neck to grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

she lightly scrapes her nails down my inked skin. Her expression is dazed as she traces one of the designs, and that's even before she lifts up and presses a kiss to it. I groan and cup the back of her head as her lips start to travel across my chest. Her touch is like fire against my skin. It’s only when her eager hands drop down to my jeans that she stops kissing me. “Off, take them off,”

My zipper’s already down from her blowjob in the living room, so it doesn’t take her long to push my pants over my hips. I lean back on my knees and only pause long enough to grab a condom from my wallet, then I kick my jeans the rest of the way off. I start to place the condom but fumble through the motion when I catch sight of the woman splayed out in front of me.

"Touch yourself," I tell her, my voice like gravel. "Show me what you like, Isabella."

knew she’d give me a response that would blow my mind, but nothing could've prepared me for the sight of Isabella biting her bottom lip as she arches her back and spreads her legs wide. One hand cups her breast, her fingers pinching the hard bud, while the other slides down her stomach and settles right over her pretty pink pussy. Her self-satisfied smile growing, she starts to rub in circles. "Fuck," I breathe, hypnotized by those little circles. "Let me see, princess."

she places her fingers on either side of her lips, and spreads just enough that I can see her swollen little clit. I fall forward with a groan torn from my chest, bracing on a hand beside her hip. I have never felt hunger like I do right now, never been this intoxicated by another person in my life. I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything other than sp...

“Fuck, princess, you’re so tight,” I say through clenched teeth. It’s taking everything in me to stay still instead of driving into her, because I know it’ll make me come immediately.

“Kane… God, you’re so big.” Her dazed expression meets mine. “Move. Please.” I drop from my hand to my elbow with a pained groan. “So fucking polite,” I choke out, pulling my hips back and then immediately driving into her with a hard thrust.

After a minute, I realize she sucks in a breath every time I grind into her. Determined to feel her fall apart from my touch, I settle in on her clit on every hard thrust. I sense when she starts to get close. It's not just the feel of her muscles tightening, it's also the fact that her eyes look wild and her breaths are coming in short gasps. That's the sight that I'm addicted to. "Fucking give it to me, Isabella,” I growl.

She comes on an aching cry, her back arching and her pussy constricting around my cock as the orgasm takes her under. I ride her through it, completely mesmerized by the feel, the sound, the sight of this gorgeous woman finding her pleasure. "Oh my God," she hiccups when she finally slumps back on the bed. “And I thought your mouth was amazing.”

But even though my thrusts had slowed, they didn’t stop. And her pupils are still blown, her nails still digging into any part of me she can reach, so after a second, I up my pace again. She sucks in a breath. “Oh God… I don’t think I can take any more.” “Yes, you can,” I growl, reaching back with one hand so I can hook under her knee and hike it up over my arm. But she bends so easily that I lift it even further and hook her leg over my shoulder. "So fucking flexible," I groan. “You’re so d-deep,” she stammers, her eyes widening when she realizes that yes, she can take more.