‘After Jacob and I broke up three months ago, we meet at the fighting club. Though I left him, I still loved him. I watched him taking his shirt off with a sly grin. We bet that whoever wins can have one wish. During the fight I felt the sexual tension building up between us. Whenever he touched me, my skin burned. I lost after all. When we are finally alone he pushes me against the wall and bites my neck. I feel his strong sweaty chest pressing against my back and his hands on my hips. He rips my clothes, falls on his knees and starts to eat me out. I can’t help but mewl. Then, he stands up, undoes his pants and I see how swollen he is. “God, Jacob!” I scream as he enters me with one thrust. I push him closer for a passionate kiss. “You’re so tight, love. Nobody touched you. I knew I’m the only one who can satisfy you,” he growls as he hits my sweet spot. “Come back to me. I love you,” he whispers in my ear. I can only nod and moan before we both cum at the same time.’