It was a good thing she was currently facing away from Deadblood, because his words made her flinch slightly. Remaining silent for a moment, she just continued to rock, hoping to distract him from that thought.
“Did he tell you that I was a dead fuck and you could do better?” Deadblood asked, halfway joking.
“You really could work on your timing, Champ,” Sheri sighed, giving his prime meat a teasing mental squeeze. “You really, really want to know?”
“Yeah, I do.” He replied, groaning as she squeezed again.
“He said you were a piece of shit user who was only ever interested in what I could give you,” She finally said, still very glad that he couldn’t see her face at that moment. “He said you just wanted me to help you cheat in the ring and thwart the company. He also said that you’d be moving on with some other girl because you’d gotten all you could get from me.” He slowed his movements, geniunely surprised.
“Do you believe that?” Deadblood asked, stopping for the moment, with her still sheathing his champion meat. Sheri didn’t say anything at first, carefully pondering her words.
“I don’t, but I won’t lie and say that it didn’t cross my mind at all.” She finally replied, as Deadblood considered.
“Well, how about this. Yeah, you’ve helped me a lot, in that ring and out of it. Your talents are useful to have around. But Sheri, I hope you understand that’s not the only reason I keep you around,” He reached around to settle a hand at her hips, squeezing softly. “I like having all of you around, not just your talent. Well, I like several of your other talents, but you know what I’m talking about.”
“Like washing your socks and tending to your personal champion needs, Deadblood?” Sheri could’t smirk, slowly starting to rock against him again.
Deadblood groaned his approval of Sheri’s other particular talent, still clutching her hips. “Yeah, and you also make pretty good spaghetti. Some other girl wouldn’t have your recipe, and she might slap me if I asked her to wash my dirty socks. Then again she might not insist on putting her cold feet on me while we watched TV...”
“Keep it up, and you’ll get that slap, Champ.”
“I was just kidding, Sheri. But think of it this way. You told me several times that you stuck with me because I threatened you into coming to CW with me, and then later because you were afraid of The Company. Is that why you are still here, right now?” He gave a hard buck to drive his point home. Sheri gasped, reaching back to grab at his thighs to keep her composure as she continued her wild champion ride.
“Oh god, Champ, you know how to make a point! Well, I guess I MIGHT have possibly grown fond of you as time passed, Champ. A tiny, little bit, anyway.” She teased, turning her face to the side to take a look at him.
“Only a little? Fine, as long as it’s you I’m getting, I’ll take a little any day. But Scrivens might have been right about one thing...” Deadblood slid his hands to her waist, gripping tighter as he sped up. “I’ve been using you all evening, and I think YOU like it just as much as I do!”
Sheri yelped, closing her eyes and giving him another squeeze.
“Is that so? Well, I think he got something wrong. I’M about to get something out of YOU.” She panted, challenging him.
“Oh god...! Nah, I still say he was right because I think I’m pretty close to getting something out of YOU, right now!” Deadblood goaded, giving another hard thrust.
“No, he was wrong! I think YOU will give first!” Sheri squealed, giving his champion sack a little bit of a squeeze and tickle.
“Only you could manage to carry on an arguement during sex, Sheri!” He laughed as he leaned in to kiss her deeply, only partly to shut her up. By the time it was over both could agree on one thing: a little bit of give and take was a good thing indeed.
