Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Lotto stared at me. “You’re a tough man to get a hold of.”
“On purpose,” I ground out and shook out my wrists. “Didn’t I make it clear last time? Fuck off, Lotto.”
“Still not finished with your temper tantrum?”
My glare grew ice cold. “Watch your fucking mouth.”
“How else would you describe it?” Lotto pushed the bag my way. It bounced off the side of my arm. “Ignoring everyone’s calls, being an unapproachable prick, and thinking the world revolves around you. What do you call that, Frankie?”
“You’re one to talk. Giving in to Troy Godwin for some fucking money. That bastard thinks he’s king of the world, and you’re calling me selfish?” I took a step forward. “Run your mouth again and I won’t be punching that fucking bag.”
Lotto didn’t even flinch. “Go for it.”
I stopped, raising an eyebrow. Lotto was merely a manager. He didn’t have much experience, if any, in an actual fight. Maybe he was hiding his prowess from me this entire time. Or maybe he was just being a smug dick.
“I’d knock you the fuck out in one hit, Lotto.”
“Not if I hit you first.” He smirked. “I’ve seen plenty of fights. Want to make a bet? If I hit your first, you’ll stop being a little bitch. If you hit me first, you can do whatever the hell you want.”
“That’s not even a bet. That’s a—”
Lotto moved so fast I barely had time to dodge. His fist grazed my left temple, skirting along my skin and into my hair. I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over my shoulder with barely a tug. He fell to the ground in a heap, and I slammed my fist into his side. Lotto groaned and kicked at me, but I held him in place on the ground, his back to my chest.
Fire burned in my veins. Lotto needed to learn his fucking lesson.
“Anything I want, huh?” I growled and tugged at his pants. The button popped open with a few harsh tugs, and I dragged them down, along with his underwear. Lotto hissed—probably the zipper catching his skin—but I didn’t fucking care. He deserved to feel my wrath. “I’m going to shut you the fuck up once and for all.”
Lotto tried to kick out from under me, but I pinned him down with a forceful hand on his back. With my other hand, I spread his ass cheeks and spat on his asshole. He grunted and shook his hips to get away. When he moved, I saw how hard his cock was. I smirked. Try all he wanted to fake fight me, I knew exactly what he wanted.
I pulled my pants down to my knees, spat in my hand, and tugged on my cock a few times until I was fully hard. I spread him even further and pushed into him in a few angry thrusts. Lotto groaned and swore under his breath, but his hips jerked back into my cock, pushing me deeper.
“Who’s the little bitch now, Lotto?” I grunted as I fucked him. I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise. “Did you really think you could beat me?”
“You really think you’re winning?” Lotto answered breathlessly.
His answer pissed me off. I slapped my hips even harder, so hard that he fell forward on his stomach. I followed, lifting his hips enough to fuck him into the sweaty mat. His grunts mixed with the harsh slaps of my hips, his ass tight around me with every thrust. I reached forward and wrapped my hand in his hair, forcing his head down into the mat.
“I’d say so.” I laughed and held him down when he tried to wiggle away. In response, I fucked him even faster. “Maybe I should fuck you in the ring. Let others see your definition of winning.”
“Go ahead.” Lotto wrapped a hand around his cock and moaned with each harsh tug and matched my pace. “They’ll see I can take it.”
God, he fucking pissed me off. I gritted my teeth and pounded into him like I was pounding the bags, smacking his ass until it bloomed red and blue. Smiley’s echoed with our grunts and the sound of my balls slapping against his ass. Lotto was the first to break, coming all over his hand with a choked off moan. The sight of his cum all over his hand and the mat made me shiver. My orgasm rose quickly, and with a few choppy thrusts, I came inside of him, my cock pulsing with each spurt.
I fought to catch my breath as I slid my flaccid dick out of Lotto’s ass. Cum dripped from his hole and down his thighs. His ass and hips had bright red imprints of my fingertips and hands. Some bruises already bloomed along his sides, and yet he smirked like he’d just won a gold medal in the Olympics. Lotto pushed up on shaky arms and cracked his neck a few times.