Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

It stands up off Dax's chest. And bows back. The water pours out of its skull in one silver sheet. The thing that hits the sand a second later isn't a wrestler anymore. It isn't much of anything. It folds up small, limbs gone loose as rope, beak working, and its dull yellow-green eyes find me and hold there. Helpless. Completely. A drowning machine that can't so much as lift its head. Dax rolls to his feet, shoulder painted red, and looks at me. Neither of us says anything, because we both know which of us this belongs to.

I kept riding, milking every drop, my cum mixing with his, dripping down my legs. The crew member fled, the chat hitting millions, cameras shaking. I slid off, pussy raw, cum leaking, and pushed him to his knees. I spread my legs wide and Drake’s tongue plunged straight into my dripping hole. He lapped up every thick drop of our mixed cum while the cameras rolled inches from my face. The live chat hit billions and the tips poured like a money shot. I yanked his hair and pulled his glazed face up to mine. “Get that cock hard again, you fuck.”

The timbre of his voice sends a shiver up my spine and I am once again reminded that my mate is a powerful Alpha. The fury exuding from Creed tonight reminded me of when we faced off in the octagon, but he wasn’t quite as unhinged as he was back then. Calm anger simmered beneath his surface, but I knew he would never take it out on me. We enter his bedroom and he walks towards the bathroom, placing me down on the cold tiled floor before turning the taps on the shower. After regulating the temperature, he strips off his blood-soaked clothing, picks me up again, and carries me so we’re standing underneath the water.

Endless jets. Flooding her. Painting her walls. Overflowing instantly. Leaking out around his shaft in creamy white streams. Running down her crack. Soaking the couch arm. Dripping onto the rug below. He kept grinding. Slow. Deep. Milking every last drop inside her. When the last pulse faded he pulled out slowly. Cum poured from her gaping pussy in thick ropes. Puddled under her ass. Ran in rivers down her thighs. He stood over her. Cock still hard. Dripping.

Silence. A beat passes, and I can barely contain the tears threatening to fall. Never in my life have I ever put myself in such a vulnerable position. “Earth to you.” Thirst Trap snaps a finger at me, and that’s when I notice he’s on his knees, hovering over me. His face is blurry, thanks to my tears, and I can’t read his expression. “The infamous tough girl, Wraith, is crying,” he says, propping his body on his elbows so he hovers closer to me, “what a day to be alive.”

Lena came next, soaking Mara’s face as she shuddered and cried out. We didn’t stop immediately. I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her stretched asshole. Jamal lifted Mara off his cock, a torrent of his load spilling onto the polished mahogany. We laid her flat on her back, her legs spread weakly. Cum dripped from both holes, pooling beneath her on the expensive table. Lena and I stroked my cock over her. Jamal joined in. We covered her, thick streaks across her breasts, her stomach, her face, even splattering that wedding ring.

He held up my chin, I was too lost in pleasure to care as my eyes were rolled up as I moved with each thrust. “Ahh.” I moaned as this was so fucking hot, with Thiago holding my chin like that, looking me in the eyes as I received it. Fuck, it was just such a turn-on for me, especially seeing the way he got hungry for me. While I moaned, he kept biting the bottom of his lip, his eyes turning dark. Sheldon pulled out quickly just as soon as Jake returned; he seemed to cum. "Are you thinking of DP?" Jake asked as he threw the bottle in the air and caught it. I was now standing, my finger between my thighs, as I wanted to feel myself. I knew what DP was: double penetration.

It would act as a cleaning solution and I placed the wetsuit into the basin to soak. I opened the water in the shower and peeled off the body-fit micromodal trunks I preferred to wear. I took it into the shower with me and rinsed it thoroughly. I let it hang over the hook and more water flowed over it as I showered again and washed my hair.

I’m about to lose it. Dre leans in closer, her breath hot against my ear. “I want to hear you." *God oh, oh god.* Her other hand tugs my sweats down just enough to free me completely, and then she’s really going for it. She moves with long, sloppy strokes that have her palm sliding noisily over every vein and inch of me. Spit drips down my balls, cooling against my skin, and she uses it, cupping them with her other hand while she jerks me faster.

They headed toward the exit before wandering off to the streets. A few minutes later, Darius and Lynette arrived. Aiden didn't seem to behave as if they had met before, he just ignored her even when she tried to start a conversation. She felt guilty that she was making him punish himself, but it was up to him to choose what he would become. As Darius led her to the basement where she would start her training, he promised her that Aiden would be fine and he won't let any harm come to him. After they arrived at the wrestling room, Darius pulled off his shirt, hanging it on the racks that were attached to the wall. A thick black rug was spread on the floor. Lynette was putting on a sweatsuit. H