Heads.

Just then it hits you.

"Almost there, don't stop!", she says.

You immediately stop thrusting, and pull out a little.

"Wha-, what are you, why?", Sharmane gasps, confused and in a daze from your skilled fucking.

"Do you want to cum?", you ask, knowing full well the answer.

"Yes, damnit!", she claws and your back, trying to pull you back into her.

"Then submit to me and I'll finish you off.", you say with a sneer, slowing pumping your cock back into her.

"I submit, i submit. Just fuck me already!", she screams, exasperated.

It's only a few more well-timed thrusts until she's bucking and screaming her orgasm. Your not to far behind, but you manage to pull out just in time, spurting all over the mat.

The room is filled with nothing but the sound of you and Sharmane's panting as the audience begin to stir from their seats around the mat. They mutter quietly to eachother, obviously annoyed you beat one of their best fighters at their own game.

None are more upset than Melanie, "All right, let's get this mess cleaned up before the next fight. You two, there's bathrooms upstairs, go get yourself cleaned up."

She gives you a dirty look as you grin, pulling your shorts back up and start to head upstairs. It's then that you notice Melanie making her way over to Lacey, whispering in her ear and smiling.