Wrestling Drip Novels & Stories

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.

Drip, drip, drip I feel feather like droplets break its fall on my head. What started off as tiny drops, now begin to pour mercilessly down on us. I look to the heavens, and mouth a thank you to the Lord above. This heavenly shower tames the flaming beast, making it crouch down to its master and disappear – only leaving it destruction behind. How amazing would it be, if it took its dreadful acts with it – but that would not happen, for what’s done is done.

Unbothered by the chilly night’s drubbing rain, our wrestling prolonged through the commotion of our wrath. Quickly, I flicked upwards to land on my two feet, while Vaheed was on his back. My soaked abalone button-front shirt clung to my sinewy body, missing a few buttons. My hands automatically cleared the curtain of dripping black strands from my face, tossing the long hair slick back. The steady shower that doused the two of us could not extinguish the enmity between us. “I don’t want to fight you!” I hated raising my fist against him and I watched him rise to his feet, glaring at me with contemptuous harlequin green pair of eyes.

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.”

Their releases mixed with the water on my skin. We all sank down together under the spray. A warm satisfied group cuddle formed naturally. Our limbs tangled with each other, heads resting on each o4ther’s shoulders. The hot water continued to soothe our bodies. Momo stroked my hair tenderly. "You were incredible Lila. No shame in this. We all need to release after nights like tonight. From now on , this would become our secret team ritual. After tough shifts and dangerous chases like the one we just had tonight, we'll come here and take care of each other."

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.

And then he went all the way down . And then I saw him slowly wash the soap off his body. The water rolled down his body in beautiful little drips from the top of his head, cascading down the rest of his body. I took extra detail in watching a particular drop go all the way from his manhood, down his beautiful butts and down this studded strong and well sculpted legs. I watched the drop of water go around tight muscles of his legs in different motions till it finally went down to the tiled floor among all the other droplets that had already explored Dwyer's Adonis of a body.