her. His hands ran up and down her body as he tried to make her feel good. His finger slowly trailed over her pussy, making her moan out softly. He smirked down at her before slowly leaning down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple gently. She moaned a little louder.
After a moment, he felt his dick coming to life, wanting attention. He looked at her, and with one quick thrust, he was balls deep inside of her tight pussy. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her walls wrap around him, squeezing his member. He blushed a little before leaning down and kissing her lips, as his hands intertwined with hers. He held her arms above her head. He smiled to himself as they continued to make out and he started to thrust in and out of her.
The night passed like this, with them making deep and passionate love. Cassandra had never been a fan of missionary, but for some reason, this felt so good. So right. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his spine with her fingers which sent a shiver through his body as he looked into her hazel eyes lovingly.
Vincent continued to make sweet love to her, making the night as romantic as possible, hoping that Cassandra would never forget it. She smiled and kissed his neck, knowing this moment was special. Soon, however, she was shaking with pleasure, getting close to climax. Vincent could feel her pussy quivering around him and smiled a bit, going a little faster, trying to make her orgasm for him. In a moment, her nails were digging into his back as she arched her own back while screaming out his name in pleasure.
Vincent beamed with pride as he heard his name escape her lips. It felt good to make her feel good and soon he was also blowing his load all over her. Breathing hard, they both collapsed on the bed, their hearts pounding in their chests. Cassandra looked over at Vincent and blushed as she shivered in pleasure. Deep down she knew she was falling for this man.
Chapter 7
The audience was in a state of excitement as they waited for the big fight. It was the talk of the city, a fight everyone had been waiting for. The heavyweight champion Benjamin Clevosky was putting his belt on the line against Vincent Hayes, a lightweight Brazilian rooky. Most of the viewers predicted a fight full of bloodshed and a quick ending for Vincent. Nonetheless, there were some people in the audience rooting for the underdog, especially Cassandra.
She was excited as she waited for the two men to make their appearance in the ring. She had trained with Vincent every day until they were both completely exhausted by their efforts. Tonight would be the night their hard work would finally pay off.
Cassandra was at the edge of her seat, excitement running through her veins as she thought of Vincent holding the heavyweight championship belt over his head. She bit her lip as she thought of it slung over his well-sculpted hips. Cassandra promised to congratulate him well when they got home that night.
As she thought about this, the introductory music of Benjamin came on. She glared at him as he cockily walked up to the ring, getting in, and showing off the belt he currently owned. Cassandra couldn’t believe that Benjamin had been her favorite fighter in the Triple S.
Soon enough, Vincent’s song came on and he walked into the ring with a modest stance. Cassandra frowned when she heard a loud, collective boo sound throughout the audience. How could they not like him?
The two men shook hands before receding to their respective corners. Cassandra’s eyes followed her new boyfriend smiling encouragingly at him as he looked in her direction. “You’ll do great!” She yelled out and he smiled as his temporary coach placed a mouth guard between his teeth. He spat out words of advice at