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As a journalist, I had all the time been fascinated by the world of mixed martial arts, and had covered various fights in the past. But when I got the chance to interview the undefeated champion, Jason “The Beast” Steele, I jumped at the chance.

I arrived at his gym, a sprawling, state-of-the-art facility that was the envy of fighters all over the world. I was led to a private room where Jason was waiting for me.

He was everything I had imagined him to be, tall and muscular with a ruggedly handsome face and piercing blue eyes. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed off his chiseled abs and bulging biceps, and his skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat.

“Katie, right?” he said in a deep, gravelly voice as he extended his hand to shake mine.

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. I had all the time been drawn to powerful, dominant men, and Jason exuded an energy that sent shivers down my spine.

We sat down and began the interview, but I found myself staring at his mouth as he spoke. There was something about his lips, full and sensuous, that made me ache with desire.

As the conversation wore on, I could feel the heat between us growing. His eyes lingered on my curves, and I caught him glancing down at my chest more than once.

Finally, the interview ended, and he stood up to walk me out. But when we reached the door, he turned and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me close.

“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do since you walked in the door,” he growled before pressing his lips to mine in a fierce kiss.

The passion between us was intense, overwhelming. His hands roamed over my body, teasing me through my clothes, while mine clutched at his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

Before I knew it, we were both naked, his mouth straying down my neck and over my breasts as his hands explored every inch of my skin. I gasped and moaned as he cupped my mound, his fingers dipping into my wetness.

He lifted me easily, setting me down on the desk and spreading my legs wider. He knelt before me, kissing his way up my thighs before parting my folds with his tongue.

I cried out at the sensation, my back arching off the desk as he flicked his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much I wanted him.

He brought me to the edge of orgasm again and again, each time backing off before I could go over. I was panting and writhing, desperate for release, when he finally entered me with his thick cock.

The feeling was intense, almost painful, but so good. He pumped his hips hard and fast, grabbing my hips and slamming them down to meet his thrusts. I was screaming in pleasure, my nails digging into his back, when he suddenly pulled out and flipped me over.

He bent me over the desk, my body splayed out before him, my ass in the air. He spanked me hard, and I moaned in pleasure, loving the way it stung.

He slid back inside me, fucking me with a ferocity that made me scream. He reached around to play with my clit, sending me over the edge once, twice, three times. I was shaking with pleasure and exhaustion when he finally came, filling me with his hot seed.

We collapsed onto the desk, panting and sweaty, spent from our lustful encounter. I knew that I would never forget this encounter, this wild ride with a man who was truly a beast in every sense of the word.

As I dressed and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing and loss. I knew this had been a once-in-a-lifetime experience, a fleeting moment of passion that could never be repeated.

But as I walked out of the gym and into the bright afternoon sun, I knew that I would all the time cherish the memory of this encounter, and the powerful, dominant man who had bent, bound, and battled me to the heights of pleasure.
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