I'm so excited about another Marvelous March post! Today Aja is bringing some serious heat into the ring! Frankie is bringing some serious taps into this story, but...you'll have to read on to find out what I'm talking about. Don't forget to leave a comment below to be entered into the #giveaway.
Francine "Frankie" Waters only wanted three things in life when she was a girl: to be a female boxer like Laila Ali, to marry Jackson Knight the cutest boy she had ever known, and to one day have his babies. So far those dreams have not come true but her late father may have willed her with more than his gym called Taps. Her inheritance comes with a stipulation she thought she would never have to deal with again.
Jackson 'The Punisher' Knight was known for a couple of things: knocking out his opponents in the ring and loving on Francine outside of it, but years ago both became a thing of his past. His future however, seems to be pulling him back into the world of boxing and into Frankie's fire which he never seemed to mind until he got burned.
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Hard, plopping and continuous beating against the pavement.
The rhythm, soulful, musical and sexy, all reminiscent of the cadence of faraway rainforests never physically visited, yet the recordings of the sounds bore knowledge. Even though we were ensconced inside away from it, the signs were still there. The big drops hit relentlessly and steadily, with periodic gusts of wind that whipped the water against the metal gate that protected us from being seen to anyone passing by the gym. They had no idea what passion could be found out of view.We were shielded against being seen or being caught since my dad was on the other side of town handling business. Even if he had returned unexpectedly, we’d have enough time to remove ourselves from inside of the ring where I was suspended in his big arms that cupped my ass. His strength always amazed me even though it shouldn’t have. His body was a work of art and his body was his business.
A heavyweight boxer. Six four, two hundred twenty-five pounds of chiseled dark chocolate. Ebony dreads that reached his erect shoulders, dark brown eyes, the lazy dimpled smile that turned him boyish in an instant when a moment earlier he appeared to be a ruthless killer.
It was that smile that moistened me, warmed me, making me drip and saturate my pink functional cotton briefs that he pulled off slowly before picking me up off my feet and impaling me deliciously. Jackson Knight was a wet dream and I feel like I’ve known him my whole life. If you consider meeting twelve years ago when we were both eleven years old, our whole lives, then yeah, I guess we did. From the moment we met, I knew he’d be the one I’d spend my life with in some way. Even then, at such a young age, I knew.
Though he was a boy and me a girl, we hit it off. Getting along, playing together, talking a lot and then training together. That training is when the sparks, that we had always been avoiding, became impossible to pretend away. The constant contact between us was an aphrodisiac. The musk from our sweat comingling. The way we moved in harmony as we snuck off and sparred. All of those things were a recipe for disaster. But it really was the fact that we were sneaking to train together that made these moments possible.
Daddy forbade me to step inside the ring, except to pick up a towel. Knight, though apprehensive, never wanted to deny me anything. He always said yes, always finding a way to please me. Not that I asked for much, if anything, but he provided me with the best, like right now. His ability to master me, stroke for stroke, pulling me up and down on his thick rod was why there could be no other man for me. I gushed around him and felt my body squeeze and massage his hard flesh in an effort to pull life from him, but he kept working us against each other without missing a beat. I shuddered and held onto his neck, his locs held between my fingers, my mouth moving to his dark shoulder and my teeth bit into it gently to keep from screaming out too loud … just in case.
His rock-solid body provided security and stability for me as I started to work myself up and down as he chanted, “Yes, baby, give me that pussy. Cum for me.”
It was too much, it always was, and I came undone, unraveling into some space where I couldn’t even tell you when he came, only that I was still in his arms twitching when my awareness reappeared. We were both panting, and his usual growl was now a low hum as he came down from his own high. We were flying, as he would call it, and we had landed. Together.
Aja is the writer of sensually erotic and passionate women’s fiction. Her stories allow readers to experience realistic, inspiring, and soulful interactions and intense passion while overcoming life’s challenges. She is inspired by soulful music and sensual art to craft her stories. Her published works include the Love & Passion, Love & Redemption, and Unexpected series.
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