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shorts, I could feel every hard inch. I got lost in the pleasure of him rubbing against me for a moment, but then I started thinking about his tight ass bending over and all I wanted was to pound my cock into his ass. I liked that idea; I had to win and then I was going to fuck him until he passed out.
    “If you’re not even going to try, I might as well tie you to my workout bench with my hand wraps and spend the rest of the night fucking your ass.” He paused to lightly bite my neck where it curved into my shoulder. I think I moaned or whimpered or made some sound I normally wouldn’t make. “I was hoping for a challenge before I claimed your ass. You want to just bend over for me instead?”
    “You know, you’re an asshole,” I grunted out as I lightly tested his hold to see how easily I could slip out of it. If he thought I’d just submit because I liked how his cock nestled against my ass, he had a surprise coming.
    “You’ll be a complete slut for me, you’ll be begging me to fuck you. I’ve been waiting to fuck you into submission since I first watched you fight. You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about tying you to my bed and fucking you senseless,” Striker practically growled in my ear.
    I almost let myself whimper, “please,” but caught myself in time. No matter how much Striker made me want him, I wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of dominating me. He was already an egotistical prick, and I’m sure he would find a way to rub my nose in it if I lost, or worse if I did just roll over with my ass in the air for him.
    With renewed determination, I was thinking through my best options to quickly end the match. He kept rambling about all the dirty things he could do to my ass, and how I’d beg for more. Then he surprised me when he jerked me harder against his chest, bringing my feet a couple inches off the ground before he twisted and slammed us both onto the mat. The impact against my stomach knocked the air out of me. Striker was still on my back, but his arms were no longer wrapped around me.
    I managed to flip onto my back, making our chests touch. I lifted my legs and crossed them over Striker's waist. I was hoping that by getting him into full guard it would help me flip him, but instead it just made our cocks rub against each other through our shorts and jocks. Striker had his face hovering above mine, and as he rubbed his crotch against mine, he leaned down and kissed me.
    Oh, sweet baby Jesus, his lips were perfect as they covered mine. I moaned and he thrust his tongue into my mouth. I was lost in his kiss and the feeling of his hard cock grinding against my own, fuck he was going to make me cream in my shorts. It was a few minutes before I got my head back in the game. Once again, I was reminding myself we were fighting and that I was going to win that fight. I pushed at his shoulders and he pulled back licking his lips.
    “You cheating fuckface, that has to be a disqualification, foreign objects aren't allowed. And that tongue is definitely a foreign object.”
    Striker just grinned at me before responding, “Really? You want to win by a disqualification?” Fuck, when he put it like that it did make me sound like a chicken-shit.
    “No, I would much rather kick your ass,” I said before sweeping out from under Striker and rolling him into a mount, he ended up on his back with me straddling his hips. I was stretched out over him holding his biceps to the mat. Instead of trying to break my grip or reverse our positions, he began thrusting his hard cock against my ass. He pulled both his legs up with his feet flat on the ground making his thrusts sturdier. Bouncing me a little each time he shoved up against me. Bastard.
    I was so turned on I could barely focus at all and he just licked his lips. “If you wanted to ride me, all you had to do was say so,” he purred, trying to sound seductive. Sexy fucker thought he was just so smooth, and I’m sure with