CHAPTER 3

HUNTER

            It’s almost eight o’clock and Maggie is sleeping, I draw back to fit on the mattress, with my feet out of bed and try hard not to wake her.

            I watch the sun beams that come in through the window and light her creamy skin and I keep asking myself, what I have to do not to ruin everything?

            It’s just that I’m so different from what people expect of me, from what they see in this exterior shell of rudeness and brutality, that sometimes I ask myself if women can actually see me.

            Adam says that I’m an ogre in love, but the embarrassing thing is that everything he says is simply true.      

            That’s me: a guy drawing back in a bed, besides a fascinating woman, silently, with a silly hope of not breaking the magic of the moment.

            And even though I know I’m something more than punches and drunkenness, it’s this way people see me: a mountain of brainless muscles, a rioter womanizer with no feelings.

            But only me and my cold bed know how alone I am. Even in a noisy bar, full of friends and available pussy, or after a night of really hot meaningless fucks, I still feel alone.

            This is how I’m known to be: a guy who’s kind of weird, doesn’t talk much and few friends and the only place I actually feel complete, it doesn’t belong to me anymore. The octagon was my house, my home, my little amusement park, where I threw out my fury and exorcised all my demons.

            It was all perfect and in its place, till Pamela fuck my worst adversary and I threw my career down the drain.

            From then on my life became a series of a succession of drinking nights, Homeric hang overs, fake friends and trivial sex, in which I would rarely remember the name of the woman I had fucked a few hours back.

            Just as my clumsy hands break everything they touch, I don’t want to hurt, shatter the most beautiful thing that has happens to me in recent times.

            The connection I had with Maggie since I saw her, is something too rare and valuable to let slip through my fingers.

            Will it be silly of me to want always want everything? The beautiful girl, go back fighting, keep myself sober.

            I want to dream a little more, that’s why I slowly leave the bed, without making a sound, I want everything and my everything starts with Maggie.

            I go down the stairs and to the bar kitchen, I find everything I need to let out my cooking talents: scramble eggs, fruit with cereal, some toast and cranberry juice.

            There! Breakfast is ready. I look to the top of the stairs, Maggie is wrapped on the sheet, her hair is messy and the naughty girl look more alive than before. Without make up, probably without brushing her teeth, even so, to me she couldn’t be more beautiful, in a simply sexy mess. I stretch out my hand and she comes down reluctantly. Before she puts her foot on the last step, I pull her to my chest, burying my fingers on her soft hair and kissing her the way I like it: no rush, enjoying the taste of her lips. She hides her face in my chest and I ask:

            “What up, Maggie?”

            She doesn’t answer right away and I tight my jaw muscles, will she have regretted last night? Ah! Hell, will she have someone else? I never asked if she had a boyfriend, I went over everything in front of her, turned on as a desperate man, setting the date, almost devouring the entire woman, like a hungry teenager that I didn’t even ask if there was another man in her life. She smiles at me and the knot in my throat releases itself smoothly when she answers.

            “Nothing, it’s just that I’m like this, only with a sheet, all undone, are you sure the bar is locked?”

            “Don’t worry, it’s locked and you’re perfect, come have breakfast before the eggs get cold.”

            We went to the kitchen in each others arms, I sit and put her on my lap, she watches me silently, her face is a mix of satisfaction and something more, staring at my eyes deeply, what is going on inside her head?

            “Are you for real, Hunter?”

            What a crazy question! I stare deep in her eyes and I understand what she means, probably some man fucked her life really badly and to be treated with affection is something that she doesn’t know, just like me.

            “Me? Yes, I’m so full of flaws that if I start to talking now, you’ll run through that door.”

            She smiles and I return the question, the same doubt is in the air, is this beautiful baby in front of me too good to be truth?

            “And you Maggie, are you for real?”

            “Yes, but I’m also so broken that if I were a guy I would run from me.”

            “I’m not any guy, Maggie, I’m not going anywhere.”

            After we calmed our hearts and take in a bit of each other, I serve her a bit of everything and she look at the empty chair.

            When she tries to get up, I grab her by the waist. It’s so good to feel Maggie’s body on mine, the soft thighs and her butt cheeks pressing my thighs, my cock, her body was so smooth glued to mine, that it seemed so natural, an extension of my skin, that fits so well together.

            “Stay here on my lap, it’s so good.”

            “I’m not hurting you?”

            “No, it’s perfect, how it’s supposed to be.”

            We have breakfast talking, she told me about her family, her dead mother, the distant relationship with her father, the project of building an animal shelter, when Maggie refers to that subject, I keep imagining that she would freak out if she knew she saved my life and took care of me when I was transformed. If she one day knew that that agonizing wolf at her door was me, she would go running out the door saying I’m crazy.

            As if something clicked inside me, I look at her soft brown skin and I remember the taste of her nipples on the top of my mouth, the rich flavor of her thin threads of blood mixing with my saliva, when I licked her wound.

            I’m cold sweating, a sudden desire takes over my system.

            I try to understand what’s wrong with me. My hands shake and Maggie notices my discomfort. She asks, looking at me, worried.

            “Is everything alright with you?”

            “Uhum.”

            A mist of raw and dark desire is over the two of us and I look at Maggie, she pants and moist her lips.

            She wriggles calmly on my lap, rubbing her ass on my cock and I’m already really aroused, much more then the safe frontier.

            The female smell takes over my senses of smell, suddenly sharper and I notice that Maggie and I aren’t alone anymore.

            A dark, shady and gripping force rises in me and little by little it takes over my senses: the narcotic smell of her excitement, the sight of her nipples getting hard under the sheet, the sound of her breathing heavier and heavier.

            And before I can think, I get up and placing her legs on my waist and take her to the kitchen counter, covering her body with mine. I pull the sheet from my desired target and lower my eyes, narrowing them as I see the shaved triangle between her thighs.

            “I’m sorry, baby, I really need this.”

            She pants and tries to close her thighs when I place my face between her legs and I’m facing her pussy calling me, inviting me to taste her, already dripping fluids of excitement… I can’t wait, I can’t control myself, it’s too late for me.

            I open the foldings of her sex and lick it up and down, focusing in satisfying my hunger with her taste.

            Rich, pungent, intense to my taste buds.

            Delicious female taste, the tongue traveling through the recesses of her body, inside and out, up and down, till her shaved little hole. I dedicate myself again to sucking her and at the climax of my desperation, I ask:

            “Baby, close your eyes and don’t open it for anything!”

            My sanity is losing the battle against the wolf, I feel my tongue thicker, rougher.

            And hallucinating, I suck and suckle her pussy dripping narcotic honey.

            Maggie squeezes her eyes and bits her lips contorting herself desperately.

            “Ah! Hunter, my God, I’m gonna cum so hard.”

            Each lick at her little pussy makes more and more fluids come out, more cream and I open my mouth even more, feeling her come down my throat.

            But I’m still starving and lick her flesh, in a transe, the man Hunter in more distant every time and the beast is ready to come out, waiting in darkness.

            My cock is already impressively hard, the piercing is hanging stiff by my sentiment, I need to get inside her, get in deep in her guts, take what is mine.

            “Please, Hunter! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

            I open my pants with shaky and sweaty hands, realizing my heavy and clammy cock, getting my jeans dirty.

            I guide my throbbing member to her opening and I focus on the last thread of sanity I have left not to hurt her.

            Maggie opens her legs wide with closed eyes and I penetrate her, letting a loud, hoarse and agonizing growl.

            The animal in me debates itself chained by my conscience, very near of setting itself free at every thrust at Maggie hot and tight pussy.

            “So wet and mine.”

            “Yes, all yours.”

            I close my eyes and when I open them again, the sight of Maggie with stiff legs, her face contorted in pleasure, bitting her lower lips, makes me crazy!

            I slide my cock between her narrow and wet opening, almost leaving my body and then I hit her hips against mine.

            Every time harder and deeper, with one of my hands I sneeze her ass and with the other I caress her breasts. I bite her nipples and suck them one at a time, feeding from her breasts like a starving puppy.

            I can’t stand it anymore, I need to feel her little and wet pussy squeezing my cock, milking my member. She sinks her nails on my back, throw her head back and squeezes my cock with a quivering pussy, convulsing in contraction movements that carry a pleasure so intense that’s almost pain.

            I take her off the counter and turn her back penetrating her all at once, deep and hard. Maggie opens even more her legs and hit her ass on my cock, wanting more, inciting me more, taking everything she wants.

            “Like this. Big guy. So good.”

            I bring her head to my chest and I sneeze her hips, sucking and licking her back.

            Maggie moans in sweet agony, so good that a fail, I lose myself.

            I close my eyes and let myself be taken by the sensations. I bury my head on her neck and cum, gushes of long and thick sperm wetting her soft flesh.

            At least, this woman is mine and as her male, I don’t resist: I sink my teeth on her back and shed myself in cum, invading in longer thrusts, my heaven, my nirvana on earth.

            She gets her hands back and pull my head to her flesh for another harder bite.

            It’s all so insane, so surreal, I give in to what she wants, what her silence eggs me.

            “My. God. Deeper, Hunter!”

            Maggie cums again, screaming and moaning like a female, like my female wolf in heat, and I safety myself with the thin threads of her blood that are mixed in my saliva, making us one.

            We remain stuck together and I lose myself on time, still feeling her pulsating and squeezing my cock, my teeth coming out slowly from her soft skin.

            I take her in my arms and carry her fascinated by her facial expression, her eyes blurry, the mouth open, totally drunk with pleasure. I lay her carefully on a couch by the pool table.

            I like her skin, her sex, her blood, still take me as a powerful drug! I feel my hair standing and I run desperately locking myself in the bathroom.

            I look myself in the mirror above the sink and my iris has already taken a yellowish shade.

            The wolf that lives in me is free and that scares me more than hell, because I marked her as mine, I was certain that the dark animal that lives in my soul, desires and begs for Maggie as much as I do.

            It wants her as its female, its other half.

            The taste, Maggie’s sex instigate, incites it to take her, and me too, I want her to me. A soft roar comes out from my throat.

            Maggie took over us both, the man and the animal, the man and the wolf want Maggie.

            We are both in love with the same woman.

            I wash my face and listen to Maggie’s voice by the bathroom door.

            “Are you alright, did something happen?”

            I take a deep breath trying to appease my feelings, now I can control myself, I open the bathroom door embarrassed, without being able to face her.

            “It’s alright, once in a while I get a stomachache, not a big deal.”

            She gets near me and gets my chin up, making me face her.

            “It’s alright, you didn’t hurt me, Hunter. I also like to make love like that, wild, without controlling myself, I was always embarrassed of being like that, but with you it seems to right. It’s hard to find a man that allows a woman to be free this way. Thank you, it was beautiful, perfect!”

            I raise an eyebrow incredulously in what she had just said.

            “Was it? It’s just that I’m so big, I’m afraid to hurt you, you are so small, narrow. Ah, fuck! It’s better to stop talking about these things.”

            Maggie lowers her eyes through my body and she stops at my cock, that is hard again, the blood running freely in my sex, God! I need to control myself, otherwise she’ll think I’m a sex pervert.

            She smiles and teases me.

            “Gee! You really like to see me, Big Guy?”

            I pull her to me without her being able to resist, I throw her on my shoulders and I go up the stairs.

            “I really like to see you, but now it will be slower, then I’m giving you a bath, my naughty girl.”

            After we made love with no rush under the shower and we made out a little more while she finished dressing, I take her home by car.

            Both of us are in a sweet silence, once in a while we look at each other with desire and laugh to one another like teenagers, without knowing what to say.

            Just a good aura around us, a nice feeling wanting good, of horniness, of endearment in the air.

            Before getting to her house I get a call from Calvin, my manager, proposing me a clandestine fight next month.

            “Sickle, I got a great fight for you, it’s hot stuff, man.”

            “Yeah? Against who?”

            “Pipo El Diablo. I heard he’s really into it, he wants revenge from the last fight, you broke his nose, remember?”

            “Of course I remember, it was a good fight, I was suspended right after that.”

            I don’t like to talk about that, I hate to remember I was suspended from UFC, Maggie as if she could guess my discomfort, caress my ear as I drive, and I let out a little moan that makes Calvin realize I’m not alone.

            “You are with a babe, aren’t you? Is she blowing you, man?”

            My voice comes out like an angry bark, that surprises even me.

            “I am, but she’s my girl, you should be more respectful to Maggie.”

            “My bad, old man! So, can I go on with the fight?”

            “Let me think, tomorrow I’ll give you an answer, thanks Calvin, bye.”

            Maggie looks at me, she was paying attention to my conversations and she keeps caressing my ear.

            And even without knowing, she got my heart through my ear.

            Like the wolf I am, I like to be scratched on the ear, neck, chest, I’m not but a vagabond, wild and fool dog.

            The thing missing is running and getting a stick to Maggie, that’s how happy I get with her hands on my skin.

            She smiles and provokes me.

            “Yeah, right, I found your week spot, big guy?”

            I smiled liking her little provocation, she’s all provocation, all girl, female, naughty. Ah! Look, what do I do to not lose this woman?

            “You can bet that tasty ass yes, baby. You just found my weak spot, my Aquiles heel.”

            She keeps scratching my ear.

            I hold her hand and bring it to the left side of my chest, she smiles without understanding what I want to say, without words.

            “This is my really weak spot, baby. Can you feel how hard it beats when I’m with you? Be really careful with it, please, Maggie.”

            I parked by her door and before getting out of the car, Maggie turns to me and takes my hand to her heart, repeating the my gesture.

            “Can you feel it too? Because then, I take care of yours and you take care of mine, do we have a deal?”

            I bring her face near mine and I kiss her modesty, wrapping my fingers around hers.

            “We have a deal, Maggie Hanks.”

            “Hunt, why don’t you accept the fight? You like to fight so much, it doesn’t matter if it is in the official circuit or not, do what you like.”

            “I think you’re right, I’ll look for my coach and if he tells me he can get me ready to this fight, I’ll accept it.”

            Maggie got out of my truck and went on to her house door, leaving me with the delicious taste of I-want-more on my lips.

            I go home, hearing a U2 song, while I realize the inevitable:

            I’M FUCKED UP IN LOVE WITH MAGGIE HANKS.

            I hope she accepts the man and the other that exists in me, if that one day happen, I’ll be the happiest guy of the world.