Wrestling Fanfics Novels & Stories

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Even though he’s leaner than Kian, he’s clearly just as strong, and he knees Kian in the abdomen, knocking him out the bathroom door right toward me. I stumble backward out of range because I’m not too keen on joining this circus. Frost lunges after Kian, and they hit the nasty-ass carpet and roll. Frost’s head bounces off the ground, and I cringe as Kian’s open wound grinds right into the dirty carpet. “Gonna get fucking herpes of the arm,” I mutter, bouncing back on my toes as they wrestle around and roll toward my boots. “E.coli of the blood or some shit.”

Everyone else is treating me differently, even though I feel the same. My regular phone rings as I walk further into my room. Looking at it, I’m pleasantly pleased to see that it is Nancy texting me now, not Wes with more terrible books to give. I open the message. I have a recommendation for you, based on what we talked about. I really think you are going to like this one. It was pretty eye opening for me. Mild really, but a good place for beginners. I blush fiercely but I still click on the link. It leads to a website of fanfiction. I don’t recognize the series it is linked too, so none of the characters are familiar to me.

"I've already come up with the names. Bill, Dwayne, Steven, and Andre. If we have at least one girl among the four, her name would be China." I blink once, then twice. Look at Hannah, who is enjoying her chicken sandwich. "You're serious," turning my attention to Mark. "Wrestlers?" "What? They are normal names." "Yeah, if you're building a squad of macho men and women pretending to wrestle." "Hey, WWE is a very entertaining aspect of my life. You remember I wanted to wrestle instead of snowboarding because my dad looks like one." "You were five." "Yeah, so I still love wrestling. I don't have the muscles, but I can dream." He chuckles.

Miatta His declaration of love for me was disturbed by a loud announcement: “I welcome everyone to this year’s wrestling match,” the Lycan King bellowed, his baritone reaching all corners of the pack land. He arrested everyone's attention and all eyes were on him. I sighed happily, Lucas’ arms around me keeping me warm. He loved me, he adored me and I as well could not wait to have my way with him in the secrecy of his room. He withdrew a little to pay attention to the announcement but he possessively left his arms where they were.

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he smirked and soon after our clothes were hugging the floor while a wrestling match ensued on the bed. ~ THE END ~ AUTHOR'S NOTE: You can follow my F******k Page: Mia X Novels to read more exciting books!

she yelled, voice cracking. “I need to pee!” Jay called back. “What are you doing with Uncle Luk?!” Kayla whimpered as his shaft pistoned in and out of her soaked cunt, barely able to speak through the pleasure. “Th-this is… a… wrestling match! We’re… oh fuck… we’re playing pro-wrestling! Mommy has to… pin him down, baby! Go… go pee by yourself, okay?” “Okay…” Jay mumbled. Lukas smirked. “Gonna blow my load now.”

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”