Kiss With A Fist

"I fucking HATE you!" I shouted at Tito as I stomped away from the couch and slapped him with as much force as I could muster. I managed to land a second blow on his right eye, and it didn't even seem like a second later that I was pinned against the wall by his hand around my neck. He smacked me three times harder. My arms flailed around uselessly as my vision started to blur a bit.

"You know what I hate?" he asked in a low tone. When I shot him a defiant look, his grip tightened. His free fist punched angrily the wall next to my head, no doubt leaving another dent. "Huh?! I hate having a whore for a girlfriend. I hate looking down from the stage at my weigh-in for my fight tomorrow and seeing my girl flirting up a goddamn storm with the guy whose ass I'm going to kick. Not to mention I saw you rub your tits against him." He loosened his grip around my neck, thankfully. I thought he was going to make me pass out again.

"I WASN'T, Tito!" I strained a scream. Earlier this evening, while Tito was having his weight announced for tomorrow's fight with Chuck Liddell, Chuck came up to me and asked me what Tito had been doing to prepare for their fight and asked directions for a club I used to go to a lot. Some asshole photographer pushed me and I fell against Chuck. Tito saw it, and well... here we were.

"Bullshit, you bitch!" he roared in my face as his fist landed near my collarbone. I screamed out in pain, wishing I had the strength to hurt him half as bad as he could me. I wanted to break down and cry. I wanted to run away and sit by the sea. I would have rather done anything than be standing in front of him collecting bruises and listening to him rant about what a slimy whore I am.

But I'm not backing down. The one worthwhile thing I ever learned from Tito was no matter how rough the fight gets, no matter how much you're hurting, there is no giving up.

"I didn't. Do anything," I stated through gritted teeth. "Get that through your big head already."

Tito scoffed incredulously before he forcefully pushed me away by my neck, making my back and face thud against the wall. I just stood there, feeling like a deer in headlights while his eyes swept over my body, no doubt taking some pride in the scars and bruises. My black tank top and jean shorts showed them off pretty well.

"I'm the only one who's going to want you, y'know," he began, letting his hand reach out to stroke my red cheek. He sneered when I smacked his hand away. "Look at you. You're fucking covered in scars and blue and green marks. Marks that you earned, by the way. If you had just kept your mouth shut or not acted like a fucking whore you'd still be pretty."

I seethed with quiet anger. He was playing on my insecurity again. He knew how sad I was that I was rarely able to take my sunglasses off in public or wear a miniskirt. He had fucked my body up for life. He might as well have signed his name all over me.

"Fuck you, you worthless loser," I said quietly. Bam. A punch to my left temple and I fell to the floor. My head swam when I raised my hand to feel for a split in the skin.

"Loser, huh?" he chuckled, squatting down and wrapping his arms around his knees. "It's not like you to say that... You usually call me 'Daddy'."
I was still clutching my temple when my eyes raised to meet his. An evil, devious look shone across his brown irides. Before I could make a move of my own, he yanked me to my feet by my wrist and pulled my stumbling body down the hall to throw me against the dinner table. My hip began to sting in pain when it made contact with the cherry wood, making me cry out in pain. He manipulated my body so that I was bending over it and my hands were resting uncomfortably behind my back.

"Stay like that," he ordered sternly. He started unbuttoning his short sleeved gray shirt. I could've tried to run right there. I asked myself why I never try as he shoved his shirt to the floor, revealed his toned bronze upper body. His underwear poked out from under his jeans. I wish I could ignore how good he looked. No matter how much I detest the guy, I would always want to sink my teeth into the crook of his neck or run my fingertips down his abs. I'm immediately ashamed of myself.

His started unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, never breaking eye contact with me as he slid them down his legs and stepped out of them. Slowly. Deliberately. All that was left were an obstructive pair of black boxer briefs that were doing a horrible job of hiding Tito's 7 1/2 inch evidence of arousal. My tongue poked out of my mouth and grazed my swollen lower lip. He grinned maliciously as he took a few steps toward me. He knew he had me.

He ran his right hand down my back before letting it rest on my ass. He rubbed it gently before smacking it. Hard. I jumped and bit my lip in pain. He leaned down and let his face hover next to mine for a moment.

"I'm gonna fucking BREAK you," he assured before spanking my ass even harder. This time, I howled out in pain. He did it four more times before he walked to stand behind me. I saw his underwear get tossed across the room and then heard him sigh as he got down on his knees. His hands reached up and started to unbutton my jeans. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. He roughly yanked my purple thong down next, throwing it off somewhere.

"Spread those legs for me," he commended, his voice still dangerously calm. I heard him groan when he got what he wanted: a clear view of my ass and my pussy. One of his hands began to rub the still-stinging red mark on my ass cheek and it wasn't long before his thumb was running up and down over the slit of my pussy. It dipped between my lips, collecting some of my wetness.

"Why the hell are you so wet already, whore?" he asked curiously, almost to himself. I wanted to tell him it was because I was thinking about Chuck Liddell pounding like a real man would just to spite him. I turned around to look at him, and my core throbbed when I saw his free hand working up and down his cock.

"Eyes front," he snapped, moving his hand away. He popped my ass, re-igniting the sting. I whimpered quietly, squeezing my eyes shut. I started to feel his labored exhales against my slit, then his thumbs spread me apart. I blushed when he commented again on how wet I was. I knew I shouldn't have been that turned on.

"Looks good," he sighed wantonly. I shuddered when his warm breath blew against my slick center.

"Then fucking eat it, Big Man," I dared boldly.

"I'll fucking do it WHEN and IF I want to. Now shut your mouth and keep it that way before I shove something in it and shut it FOR you." I decided not to talk back, even though I knew I'd end up deep-throating him before we were finished anyway.

He pulled me back a bit, then started to lightly kiss around my opening. He started to lick wildly, but avoided my clit as much as possible. He pulled back after a little more teasing.

"Want me to stop messing with you?" he asked devilishly. I told him yes in a desperate voice. My clit was throbbing for contact and my insides were aching for stimulation. I wanted to cry with relief when I felt his index and middle finger push into me. He thrust them in and out of my core, raking the tips over my g-spot on the way out. After maybe a dozen strokes of his hand, my walls were starting to flutter around his hands. I could've come right then, but he pulled his hand out before that could happen. I wanted to kill him.

"Aw, did my little whore want to come?" he taunted. "Turn around and get on your knees. Open your mouth." I did what he said with no complaints. He put his hand near my mouth, licking his lips when I submissively sucked my juices off of his long fingers.

"Good girl," he praised, rubbing the back of my head. "I think you need something bigger, though." He gripped his hard cock at the base and fed it into my mouth. I let out a moan when the head leaked pre-cum onto my tongue. I sucked on about four inches to begin with, listening to him moan and swear while one of my hands gently kneaded his balls.

"Suck it all," he moaned, pushing the rest of his hard-on into my mouth and down my throat. I heard him mumble "Good slut" as he gripped my hair and began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a couple of times when he started to go faster, but I got used to it pretty quickly. I let my free hand fall down between my legs to rub my clit a little. I hoped Tito wouldn't notice.

"God!" he cried out before pulling away from my face and bending me over the table again. He sank his dick into me slowly, savoring the feel of my slick muscles coating and hugging his thick cock. I felt that familiar delicious tingle as I stretched slightly to accomodate his size. He started to thrust in and out roughly, knotting a hand in my hair. I started moaning like a porn star as he slammed into me over and over again, harder than he ever had before. It was like a dozen jackhammers.

"Want me to make you come all over my dick? Huh? You want Daddy to make you feel good?" he asked, earning an eager "Yes" from me. He told me to rub my clit as he pushed one spit-lubed finger, then another, into my ass, immediately starting to push them in and out. I started to roar my head off in complete ecstasy when I began to come. My walls caved in around Tito's pumping cock He was feeling nice enough to let me ride out my orgasm before pulling everything away and flipping me over onto my back roughly. He rested my ankles on his left shoulder and began to fuck me that way. I noticed his eye was starting to swell as I came hard for the second time, shaking when I felt myself squirt a bit onto his stomach.

"Damn it, that's hot as fuck," Tito grinned, throwing his head back a little before he pulled out. He yanked me off the table and worked his hand up and down his cock at lightning speed. Spurts of warm cum landed on my cheek and neck as he let out a stream of four-letter words. After he finished, he leaned down to look into my eyes, sweat beading on his forehead and a sated smile on his face.

"You... should really clean off your face," he offered patting my clean chee roughly. He walked away, probably to take a shower. I noticed the mirror we had cracked earlier. I stood shakily and walked towards it, wanting to cry when I saw my reflection. I had blood trickling down the side of my face that wasn't covered in cum. I had a purple spot next to my eye and my lip was split.

I was going to need a LOT of concealer tomorrow night.