"Think you'll last longer than a minute this time?" Mark teased,

Stealing a glance at Charlotte from over his shoulder. Her brown hair had been pulled back into a loose bun which sat haphazardly atop her head, she'd chosen to wear a blue tank and gray short shorts for this sparring session.

"Bet, I know I will."

she slipped her slender body past him and around the stairwell corner in one fluid motion. Mark let out a faint laugh at her grandiosity,

"We'll see about tha..",

he's cut off by her body slamming him against the wall as he rounds the corner. He grunts at sudden impact, her arms wrap around his neck,

"Awe, gonna give up already?".

Mark manages a *you shouldn't have done that bitch smile* before grabbing her torso, swinging her over his right shoulder.

Charlotte squirms in his embrace,

"FOUL, put me down or there will be some serious consequences!"

She wobbles in his grip as he walks and releases her onto the downstairs couch. There was a thump against pho-leather, one of her tank top straps coming loose and falling from her shoulder.

Mark wastes no time, he jumps her, straddling her waist and pinning her arms above her head. Charlotte, unable to admit defeat, struggles under his grip. Mark lowers himself further onto her, pressing their two chests together and leveraging his extra 40 pounds against her. Her proximity and heavy breathing momentarily distracting him, allowing her to pry an arm free and reach for his outside leg, arching her back she managed to grab it and pull it out from under him.

Suddenly he feels an arm on his leg and her arching back, he's tossed onto the floor below the coach.

A moan like "Fuck," escapes his lips.

"Finally I have the high ground!"

Mark sits up and Charlotte attaches to his back, wrapping her legs around his bare torso.

"You lucky piece of.."

He's cut off by her arm wrapping around his throat,

His face begins to turn red in frustration, her legs slip lower allowing her feet to rest in his groin, he bucks as an attempt to free himself. Cockily Charlotte remarks,

"Gonna say uncle yet?"

Loosening her grip enough for him to leverage a hand under her arm. Surprised, she loses her grip and is flung over his left shoulder. She lands on her side and flops onto her stomach with a grunt, her hair no longer in a bun. Something primal awakens in Mark, and in a moment he's got her hair in one hand, his other pushing on her stomach and groin against her ass. Charlotte cocks her head to the side, she attempts to leverage an arm to flip under him without success. Mark tugs her hair more, sliding an arm around her chin and under her throat,

"Now's about the time for you to say uncle." he says with a smirk.

Noticing his weakened position Charlotte uses every modicum of her energy to reach around his shoulder, albietly awkwardly, with one arm. Meeting his eyes she manages

"NEVER."

With that declaration she moves onto her side and tries to shoulder him off. Mark, taken aback by the sudden eye contact is thrown off balance, using all his strength he pushes her down. The two freeze for a moment, Charlotte's knee in his groin, her shirt and shorts bunched up below him. He decides to call it before he starts thinking with his other head, and tumbles off her onto the mat again. Charlotte, slightly peeved that he's just let her go, slinks around his upward facing body.

"Guess I wi.." Mark starts,

Before Charlotte's legs wrap around his neck and a hand haphazardly grabs his arm, cutting him off mid-gloat.

Mark manages to swivel his head around to face her, green eyes locked with her brown ones, mouth wide open and gaping for air. He can't concentrate with her groin against his head, blood rushes to his lower regions. Through the squirming he manages in a husky tone.

"I might have to say it.."

"Hah, how the mighty have fallen!.. Well?"

"Uncle.." He mutters quietly.

Charlotte releases her grip on his arm and throat, standing up quickly and wobbling, proving her overexertion.

"Pfft, more than a minute, I could do an hour, you should be the one worried about lasting only a minute." She says, clearly out of breath.

Mark twists his head around to face her, breathing heavily and shaking his head mock fatherly.

"What the hell got into you?" He asks jokingly.

"I'm just saying, you shouldn't try to beat me, I'll always win, that's how god intended it",

Charlotte leaves and returns a moment later with two glasses of water, slumping down next to him and offering one. He turns on his side and sits up, shrinking the distance between them to grab the glass.

Her face is extremely close.. He lingers and eyes up her lips.

Charlotte, not picking up on the mood, blows on his lips.

Clearly startled, he puts the water down.

"Ready for round two?" Charlotte goads.

She jumps on his upright body and straddles his waist, immediately feeling the bulge against her shorts. Her eyes go wide. He wraps his arms around her torso preventing movement and muddling a moan. Charlotte squirms a little trying to get comfortable with the jabbing object in her nether regions.

"You're that excited to wrestle?.. huh.."

Mark mutters, "Your call bigshot," tearing his eyes from hers, his tone horse.

In a moment of defiance she grinds her rear onto him, a flash of anger and desire shadows marks features for no more than a moment. Charlotte internally high fives herself for his reaction.

His hands move from her torso to her shoulders and apply pressure on her shoulders, driving her groin into his harder. Charlotte stifles a moan and lowers her head to his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Think you can win this time?"

Mark pivots his hips and rolls them both, planting Charlotte on her back with his legs between hers. He starts slowly grinding on her, bending down and planting a kiss on her chin before whispering,

"Just call it already,"

"Not gonna happen" Charlotte replies shakily, clearly getting aroused.

She stretches a leg out and in between his, rubbing her upper thigh against his member. She sighs at the sudden lack of pressure against her groin. Mark's eyes close, he bites his lip and loses his battle with a grunting moan then thrusts into her thigh. He leans down and starts kissing her neck. Charlotte shudders at the sudden contact, her arms reaching around his back for support, she moans into his ear before she can stop herself. His hand slips under her tank and palms one of her boobs before latching onto her tit and squeezing it. Charlotte's back arches when he does so,

"No fair~" She whispers.

Charlotte maneuvers her leg back outside his, reaches down with her right arm and grasps his member through his shorts. Her touch elliciates a wide mouthed closed eye moan from Mark. The two of them freeze for a moment, Mark with his palm over Charlotte's tit and Charlotte grasping his member. She looks up at him, his face red and his body covered in sweat, day had turned into night outside the basement window. She smirks, drawing her fingers tantalisingly along the underside of his throbbing member up to the drawstring on his shorts. Mark's breath hitched, his member missing the heat of her hand. A shudder drew its way through him as her finger reached the head and went over, precum had left a stain on his gray shorts. Charlotte slipped her hand under his waistband and down to the head of his member, using the very tip of her finger to stroke it, causing Mark to groan and create noises that sounded more like whining beggs than manly grunts. Charlotte drew her finger down along his length, savouring the look of sexual frustration and near fury in Mark's eyes. She lightly grasped his member and met his gaze.

Finally, Mark snaps, thrusting into her hand and bending down to kiss her. Using one hand he maneuvered his shorts off while the other, now away from her breast, weaved itself into her hair. She moaned into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his back. Then in another fluid motion, while her attention was solely on their kissing, he awkwardly tugged her shorts and underwear down to her knees and positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel the heat and moisture at her entrance as his head rested against the opening. He slowly, as not to startle her, pushed forward. Charlotte hadn't realized he'd taken his member out, and before long it was going inside her. She felt it stretch her walls at first, pushing and pulsing against her clit but moving in smoothly. She arched and broke the kiss, putting her head off to one side of his shoulder while he drove it in further. She squeezed her eyes and did several high pitched moans into his shoulder. Mark grunted when he reached the base, then he began to slowly pull out. Charlotte's eyes widened as his member left her body. Mark swivelled his head so his mouth was next to Charlotte's ear, her arms still tightly wrapped around his shoulders and back arched.

"Last chance, say Uncle" He said breathlessly, clearly losing his cool.

Charlotte started "not gonna hap.."

He thrust into her, his balls making a clapping noise against her ass. She moaned into his shoulder as he thrust into her, at first quickly, then slowly. Charlotte let go of his shoulders and put her arms above her head, Mark takes this as an opportunity to lift her legs for a steeper angle. Charlotte screams when he hits her g-spot. She goes limp and Marks starts pounding violently, the room taken up by the single clapping noise of his balls periodically hitting her ass after each thrust. He leans down and grabs the side of her neck, tightening his grip with each thrust. Charlotte's vision blurs, her attention on the clapping noise and periodic pleasure from marks member.

Mark's grunting and thrusts get sporadic, his hand no longer on Charlotte's throat but on her right tit. Charlotte starts to feel the built up tension coming to a head when Mark thrusts a final time into her, releasing his built up cum from the nights escapade. Charlotte feels the heat and his pulsing cock, and cums from the sudden last thrust. Mark withdraws and shakes his dick, grabbing his boxers and standing up to marvel at the girl on the floor. Charlotte lays there, slowly moving an arm over her stomach and turns her head to meet his eyes. Her breathing is hitched, face red and body limp.

"Uncle" She weakly murmurs.

Thx for reading! Any comments are welcome.

Sorry if the tenses are a little mixed this was my first time writing something like this.