Prologue

July 2023

The moment Phil laid eyes on Paris as she exited the car, he was instantly captivated. For years, he had followed her boxing career with rapt attention, widely regarding her as one of the greatest female professional fighters of all time. So, as the legendary Paris Rollins approached the hotel entrance, Phil seized the opportunity to introduce himself to his idol.

Mustering his courage, Phil strode over to Paris, doing a small wave to catch her attention. "Hello, excuse me, Miss Rollins," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. Paris paused and looked Phil up and down, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took in his physique. "Well, if it isn't The Best in the World," she responded, her eyes softening. She knew exactly who he was.

Phil grinned, delighted that Paris recognized him. "Call me Phil," he said, extending his hand. "I'm a big fan of yours." Paris giggled and shook his hand. "Well, Phil, the pleasure is all mine. And please, call me Paris - I'm a big fan of yours as well."

To Phil's surprise, Paris did not immediately release his hand. Instead, she held it, her gaze locked with his. "So, are you staying here?" Phil asked, gesturing towards the hotel. Paris nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Only if you're staying here," she said with a wink.

Phil felt his heart race as he licked his lips. "Yeah, I've got a room here," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. Paris smiled coyly. "Well, looks like I'm staying here as well," she said, and the two of them proceeded into the hotel together, heading for the front desk to check-in.

Once they had their key cards in hand, Phil and Paris made their way to the elevator. As they stepped inside, Paris cleared her throat, drawing Phil's attention. "You know this is the part where you're supposed to ask me what I have planned for tonight," she told him, her tone playful.

Phil chuckled, realizing his oversight. "Right, well, do you have any plans for tonight or will you be having dinner with me at the hotel's restaurant?" he asked. Paris smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Hmm, how about we order room service to my room tonight?" she suggested, her voice low and sultry.

Phil raised an eyebrow, his pulse quickening. "Oh, that sounds great," he responded, knowing full well that they had no intention of actually ordering room service. The elevator door opened, and Paris stepped out, looking over her shoulder at Phil. "See you later, Phil," she said, her hips swaying as she walked away.

Phil watched her until the elevator door closed, leaning against the wall and smiling to himself. Paris Rollins was one hell of a woman, and he couldn't wait to get to know her better. Reaching his room, Phil decided to take a quick shower, eager to prepare for the evening ahead.

Later that night, Phil found himself in Paris's hotel room, and the two of them settled in to watch a movie. As the film played, Phil couldn't resist the urge to move closer to Paris, gently taking in her alluring scent. He brushed the tip of his nose against her neck, breathing in deeply. "You smell so good, Paris," he murmured.

"It's an unreleased fragrance of mine that I've been working on," Paris replied, her voice soft and inviting.

Phil then placed one of his large hands on her back, pulling her in closer until her breasts were pressed against his solid chest. As Paris breathed in and out, she could feel the strength of his muscles against her, a wave of arousal washing over her.

With one hand on her back, Phil used the other to gently move her long hair aside, exposing the tender skin of her neck. He began to kiss and suck hungrily. His lips and tongue worked feverishly, eliciting soft gasps from Paris.

Phil's hand then moved from her back to her derriere, his lips trailing down her neck and onto her shoulders. Licking and sucking, he made his way down to the neckline of her top. "Take it off," Paris commanded, her voice thick with desire.

Eagerly, Phil complied, pulling the garment off to reveal Paris's bare skin. Grabbing her shoulder with one hand, he used the other to undo her shorts, his fingers then slipping beneath the fabric to caress her most sensitive areas. Paris let out a faint gasp as Phil began to rub her clit, the motion building in intensity until she was on the verge of crying out.

To muffle her cries, Phil's lips captured Paris's, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fervent hunger. His lips then moved to her exposed breast, his teeth, and lips devouring the sensitive flesh. Paris gasped and whimpered helplessly as Phil continued his ravenous assault, sucking and nibbling until he was satisfied.

With Paris now completely flustered and helpless, Phil removed the last of her clothing, his eyes gleaming with a primal desire. Lowering his head, he began to lick and suck at her tender pussy, his tongue working relentlessly as if it were his last meal. Paris gasped and whimpered, her cries ignored as Phil devoured her.

Her pussy throbbing with pleasure, Paris suddenly cried out, her body convulsing as she experienced a powerful climax. Phil stood up and undressed himself. Paris stared at his penis. Phil, his lips glistening, loomed over her, licking his lips with a hint of amusement. "Staring a bit too hard, don't you think?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he gazed down at Paris.

Undeterred, Paris sank to her knees, her lips parting as she took Phil's throbbing member into her mouth. Phil's eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as he savored the sensation of Paris's warm, wet mouth enveloping him. His thrusts became more rapid and intense, his dick plunging deeper with each stroke, until finally, he let out a hoarse cry of ecstasy, his release flooding Paris's throat.

Paris leaned back, revealing the mess she had made over her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed Phil's cum. As his grip on her face relaxed, she pulled back, gasping for air. Phil's hand came up to gently cradle her face, his fingers curling around her cheeks as he looked down at her with a gaze that was both tender and triumphant.

Pulling Paris to her feet, Phil wrapped his hand around her neck and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a passionate fervor. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her to the bed, where he proceeded to push her legs back, her ankles firmly in his grip. With a powerful thrust, he entered her, tilting her body upwards to ensure she had nowhere to run as he pounded her relentlessly.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, Paris's mouth agape, and her eyes crossed as the sensations overwhelmed her. But Phil showed no signs of slowing, simply adjusting his grip and continuing to drive his shaft deeper and harder.

Paris managed to sit up on her elbows, pulling Phil in for a passionate kiss, their tongues thrashing as he maintained his punishing pace. They stared into each other's eyes, occasionally glancing down to watch as Phil's dick filled Paris's wet, welcoming hole.

Paris's body suddenly seized up, her walls gripping Phil's cock as she experienced a powerful climax. Phil pushed in, savoring the sensation of her release, and they both sighed in unison. But he was far from finished.

Adjusting Paris's position, Phil continued his relentless assault, feeding her pussy more of his thick, unyielding shaft. Paris gripped the sheets, moaning in ecstasy as Phil's hips snapped into hers with ever-increasing intensity.

Phil and Paris were lost in a haze of passion, their bodies intertwined as they chased the heights of pleasure together.

Paris trembled beneath Phil's strong, domineering frame as he ravaged her with unbridled passion. His calloused hands gripped her waist with bruising force, holding her captive and at his complete mercy.

She whimpered weakly, her body overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his relentless thrusts. Each punishing stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her quivering form, his thick, throbbing length ruthlessly plundering her most intimate depths.

Paris could do nothing but surrender to the primal, animalistic hunger blazing in Phil's eyes. He was a man possessed, driven by a feral need to claim her, to make her his in the most carnal, possessive way.

With each powerful snap of his hips, he chased his rapidly-building climax, grunting and growling like a wild, untamed beast. Paris felt the familiar coil of ecstasy tightening low in her belly, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around him as she neared the precipice of her shattering release.

Phil's pace grew erratic, his movements growing increasingly frenzied as he hurtled towards his shattering peak. Paris cried out hoarsely, her voice barely above a whimper as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

Her body convulsed and trembled, her inner muscles gripping Phil in a vice-like embrace. He groaned gutturally, his eyes squeezing shut as the tension in his muscles reached a fever pitch.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, emptying his seed into her quivering form with a guttural roar of primal satisfaction.

Phil's hips rolled in slow, languid circles as he milked out the last vestiges of his climax, his breathing ragged and uneven. Sweat glistened on his brow, and a look of pure, unadulterated bliss suffused his rugged features.

Gradually, his movements slowed to a stop, and he gazed down at Paris with an expression of unabashed adoration. His calloused fingers traced the delicate contours of her face, a small, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Yeah, I definitely can't let you go now," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr.

There was a possessive gleam in his eyes, a silent promise that he would never willingly relinquish his claim on her. Paris knew, in that moment, that she was irrevocably his.

And deep down, she wouldn't have it any other way.