Unlike the girls in the hallway, Skylar wasn’t wearing a lick of make-up as far as I could see, and she was still perfect in this cute girl-next-door kind of way. Every girl I fucked had their mind blown, but Skylar looked like she hadn’t been around the block too many times. She’d be certifiably insane by the time I was halfway done with her.
Her sleek blonde hair was tied back in a practical ponytail, showing off a face that was innocence personified, except for those pouty lips that looked like they were made to suck my cock. She had perfect skin and sparkly eyes wide with awe, taking in the view as I exited the bathroom in my towel.
Glancing down, I saw the promising swell of her chest that even the dull grey uniform couldn’t hide. I was going to make those tits bounce when I fucked her good and hard.
Best of all, she looked like she was doing her best to fight her attraction. Out there, in the cage, I broke arms and I broke men, but when it came to fucking it was always pure sexual ecstasy for me when the girls broke themselves.
I’d lost count of the women who knew me, knew my reputation, saw the tats and the physique and then caved and let me fuck them against their better judgement anyway. That embarrassed shame on their faces, when they had the hardest orgasm of their lives, was just as good as making grown men tap out in the ring. You could say that submission was my specialty in all facets of my life.
The corner of my mouth threatened to pull up in a smirk when I saw the purity ring on her finger. What a joke. Maybe that was the reason she was fighting herself so hard, but I’d never met a woman who could win this fight when I set my mind on her.
Damn, a sexy little virgin. This girl was too good a conquest to just bend over and fuck where she stood. I decided to prolong her internal battle and get that massage first.
Whenever I took my shirt off, women got this look on their faces. They tried to hide it from their husbands and boyfriends, if they were present. Skylar was trying to hide it even from herself, but there was no going back once they felt my body, once they got an idea about what an athlete like me could do to them.
So I climbed on that massage table, and soon enough her hands were sliding all over my back and arms. My eyes were closed, but I could imagine the look on her face. The desperation not to give in, the wonder of exploration, all mixed up with that pure innocence of hers.
I was already getting hard by the time I made her climb on top of me. She was doing a fine job from the side, but I wanted her to spread her legs for me even before it was time to fuck that virginity of hers into the history books.
After thousands of hours spent training in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, American Submission Wrestling and Russian Sambo, I had learned to be aware of every little movement and twitch when I was grappling with someone, and what they meant. It helped me read women without needing words.
The way Skylar’s legs were quivering, I could tell she was seriously wet for me already. All that energy she was spending trying to keep herself poised above me, trying to fight what she so desperately wanted, was going to make her that much sweeter a lay when my cock slid in.
Her hands felt great on my back and arms, but they’d feel even better when they were jerking my thick shaft. Thinking about her on her knees, with her little hands trying to grip as far around my cock as they could, that look of worship on her face, would be perfect.
I turned over. It was time to get this show on the road.
“What are you doing?” she asked, tensing up.
“Now the front.”
“I- I don’t… “
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands to my chest, feeling a weak tug of token resistance before she lost herself in the sensations. Down, down, down, I moved her, watching as every bump of muscle pushed her closer to some mental edge.
Damned if this girl didn’t look like she was on the verge of cumming already, and I hadn’t even laid a finger on her or tasted that sweet virgin pussy of hers. Almost there, a few more inches and I’d slide her hand under the towel and put it on my hard cock.
Looking down, slightly beyond the glint of her purity ring, I could see a little wet patch between her legs. Oh fuck yeah, this spinner was primed and ready to go.
Right then I heard keys rattling in the door, and then a knock rang out before it opened a crack. My manager and head coach, Ross, called in without sticking his head through.
“You done in there?”
“No, fuck off!”
“Fuck you, kid, it’s time for the press conference. Put it away, get dressed and get out here.”
What the hell? How long had I let Skylar rub me down for? I let go of her wrists and she snatched her hands back as if coming out of a trance, scampering off me and back to the floor.