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“Well, don’t make it worse!”
“Okay,” I reply with a grin. Looking at her body, I don’t know how I’m going to get through this lesson, but I’m sure as hell going to start by teaching her how to grapple.
“So you’re some kind of tough guy?” she asks. “Is this your gym?”
“Wait, you don’t know who I am?” I ask.
Merrell shakes her head.
“Jackson Santino? The Boston Blur?”
Merrell just shrugs. I’m astonished, but I’m actually pleased. The fact that she doesn’t know who I am makes the chances or her being just another gold-digger basically none. If she’s not lying, that is…
“Never mind,” I tell her. Best to let her remain ignorant for the time being. “Let’s get started.”
“So…how do we do this?” she asks. “Teach me how to throw a punch?”
She puts both hands up in front of her face like she thinks a boxer might do, and I fucking melt inside. What is going on with me?
“No,” I reply. “Honestly, if you fight a man and try to win a fist fight, you’re going to lose.”
“Oh, am I?” she replies, semi-indignant.
“You are,” I tell her firmly. “What we need to do is teach you how to grapple. Teach you how to fight dirty.”
“Dirty, huh?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. Please don’t do that, I think. Don’t distract me.
“Okay, mister,” she says as she ties her hair back, giving me a better view of her beautiful doll-face. “Show me what you’ve got.”
It’s been a while since I trained anyone, and a big long never since I’ve trained a girl, but I’m dying to get my hands on her, so I jump right in by showing her what to do when a guy tries to grab her. I show her how to maneuver her body correctly, how to break a hold by going for the wrist, how to just straight up position herself to knee a guy in the balls, and how to take him down using her legs.
“You might not have the upper-body strength to fight a man,” I explain, “but if you’ve got strong legs and can get on top or maintain side control, you can subdue a guy so long as he’s not too much bigger than you are.”
“Like you?” she asks. Her face glistens under the sweat and her chest rises and falls with each breath. I try not to stare at her tits.
“Yeah, you couldn’t overpower me,” I tell her. “No chance.”
“None, huh?” she asks. “What about if I did this?”
She moves forward quickly and flails her hands in my face like she thinks she’s Bruce Lee or something. We both burst out laughing.
“Yeah, even if you did that,” I tell her. Still laughing, I look down and wipe the sweat from my eyes, and as I do, Merrell lunges in, leaps onto me, wraps both of her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
“Oh, shit!” I gasp as she tightens her grip. I stumble backwards and fall flat on my back on the mat. My heart rate skyrockets and my cock jerks beneath my compression shorts. She leans in and squeezes as hard as she can with her arms and legs, and I feel the soft warmth of her tits pressed against my chest. She caught me off guard, and my arms are pinned at my sides. It was a good move, but I’m still too strong for her.
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Merrell
Jackson’s body is rock solid beneath me, and as I squeeze his waist with my legs and do everything I can to keep him pinned on the mat, I feel a bulge press against the thin fabric covering my pussy—my wet pussy.
He’s hard, I think proudly, causing a rush of excitement to ripple through me like a hot wave. I’ve never made a guy hard before—not that I know of—and I sure as hell have never felt a dick before, even through two layers of fabric.
I feel a sudden rush of power, and it’s not because I managed to get him on the ground with my surprise attack; it’s because of what’s going on beneath his shorts right now.
My victory is short lived. In the blink of an eye, Jackson has his arms free. The next second, I’m on my back on the mat beneath him. My legs may still be wrapped around his waist, but his hands are on my wrists and my arms are pinned back behind my head.
Wow…
