Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fight by P.T. Macias (distant reading TXT) 📕

I pull into the drive turning off the car. I seat there for a minute, looking at the mansion, recognizing that she’s a fucking Princess.

Fuck!

I got this.

I know that I can give her that.

I can’t let those fucking doubts that that fucker yell at me get to me. I’m proving him wrong.

I open the door, sliding off the seat, closing the door. I walk around my black pickup, walking up the long walkway, stopping at the door. I knock on the door, sliding my hands into my jeans.

Yeah, I can’t wait to see Diorzella, lol. It doesn’t matter that she’s my Princess.

The next minute I see her as she opens the door.

“Princess,” I say, flashing my dimples, looking at how fucking cute she looks.

She’s wearing a fluffy black skirt, a hot pink top, and sexy little booties.

“Spency,” Dior shrieks, running into me wrapping her arms around me.

Fuck!

“Whoa, Princess,” I say, chuckling, wrapping my arms around her.

I lean down, kissing her deeply, tasting every recess, sliding, and tangling our tongues.

I love how responsive she is to my touch. She has me always with a full-blown hard-on.

I pull back, gazing into her glittering fiery eyes. I love seeing her flushed face and swollen lips.

“Spency, you look so yummy,” Dior says, pulling back to check me out.

“Princess, you look beautiful as always. Hey, how about we go inside or somewhere else,” I growl, leaning down to kiss her again, pulling her in.

Fuck!

I need lots of kisses, plus more. Being around her and not touching her was sweet torture. My hand moves through her hair, grasping her neck to hold her at the right angle for me to deepen my kiss.

Oh yeah, she’s melting into me, and it’s so damn sweet.

“Oh, Spency, we can go in the house,” Dior says, pulling back smiling.

She takes my hand, pulling me into the house. We walk into the hallway, down to the family room, to the gray leather sofa. I’ve been in the house, in every room, but it feels different right now. I’m here as her man, not her guard.

Fuck!

I wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.

“Princess, how did your day go,” I ask, gazing into her eyes for any issues with Ethan.

I’m positive that Ethan is taking care of her, and he should be off now. It’s another reason I wanted to see her later in the evening.

I run my finger over her soft cheek as she smiles.

“Yeah, Ethan is nice, but he’s not you. I wish you were guarding me. I miss you; I miss teasing you,” Dior says, pouting those sweet lips.

She loves pulling all of those cards, the teasing girl, the sweet Princess, the spoiled brat, and the sexy Diorzella.

Fuck!

I love them all.

She has me on my toes, but now Ethan's job to babysit.

“Princess, I really hope that you’re not teasing Ethan as you did me,” I say, furrowing my forehead.

Fuck!

Dior giggles, burying her face into my chest.

“Princess,” I say, furrowing my forehead waiting for her to answer.

It’s not fucking going to be good if she’s pulling that shit with Ethan.

She pulls away, moving to sit on my lap, cupping my face in her hands.

“Oh, Spency, I’m only like that with you because you do it for me,” Dior whispers, kissing my face and finally kisses me.

Fuck!

She does it for me too. I slide my arm around her small waist holding her close.

“Hmmm . . Princess, are we alone in the house,” I croak in a raspy voice kissing down her neck.

“Uh, no, Parris is home,” Dior says, wrapping her arm around my neck.

“Fuck, let’s get out of here,” I growl, biting her neck, sucking her silky skin.

I’m going crazy having her this close in my arms, so damn hungry and ready to fuck her senseless.

I move my hand to her leg, moving up her thigh, stopping close to her sweet pussy.

“Yes,  that sounds great, but we can go to my room,” Dior moans, sinking her face into my neck.

“Okay, but I’d rather go to my place.”

“Yeah, me too, but the honest truth, I want you now,” Dior whispers in my ear, nipping my earlobe.

Fuck!

My cock twitches, demanding to sink deep into her heat.

I push off the sofa with her in my arms, walking out of the family room. I take the stairs, walking to her room since I know the house like the back of my hand. We get to her room, shift her in my arms, and I open the door. I walk into the room, closing the door and locking it.

I walk over to her bed, falling onto it with her in my arms.

“Spency, it’s about time that you’re in my bed,” Dior huffs, moving her hands under my gray thermal shirt.

“Princess, . . . . hmmm. . . can we talk later? I’m so damn ready to love you,” I gasp, a fiery burn runs up-down spine, exploding in my cock.

I move down her throat, pushing her top up and off, exposing her full breasts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I growl, moving my lips over the swell of her firm breasts. I push the delicate sexy bra down, exposing her breasts. I bury my face into her soft flesh, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent. I take her hard nipple into my mouth, flicking the hard nub with my tongue. A deep growl grows from deep inside.

“Spency, that feels so good,” Dior moans, pulling thermal up.

I pull away to take off my thermal, looking at her beautiful breasts. I run my hand over her breasts; I take a nipple in my mouth, closing my eyes.

“Yes,” Dior whimpers, running her fingers through my hair.

I