4. CM Punk

Sitting in the locker room with my boyfriend Phil, known as CM Punk, we were waiting for his title match to start. He was defending against Daniel Bryan after beating him at the PPV the night before. I was currently sitting on his lap since he could not keep his hands off me all night. Who could blame him? My black mini skirt was extra short and tight, hugging my curves in all the right places with my light blue halter top shaping to my sides giving my breasts an extra push up. All night he was running his fingers up and down my legs, teasing me when he stopped at the bottom of my skirt massaging my thighs. I began to trace the tattoos on his arm, making him tense up a bit. Lightly dragging my nails over his skin, I began to pick up the torture. Leaving my left hand to trace his arms, I slowly moved my right down to his thighs, causing him to tense more and grunt.

"Mckenley.." Phil let out a sharp breath trying to control himself.

"What?" I smirked as I shrugged innocently.

"You know what that does to me." His breath was hot on my neck now.

"Just returning the favor." I grinned as he pressed his lips to my neck, nipping at my skin.

Tensing up, I moved my hand closer to his groin, giving it a gentle squeeze, resulting in him nipping harder at my neck, making me moan.

"...Phil.." I moaned as his hand moved farther up my thighs.

Smirking against my skin, he moved his hand up further as he slipped his fingers under my thong. Teasing me by moving his fingers along the outside of my vagina, I began to wiggle on his lap, begging him to do more. Moving up my neck, he began to massage my clitoris as he attacked the soft spot on my neck.

"...oh...Phil.." I moaned in pleasure, moving my hips along with the movement of his fingers.

I gripped his thigh as he pushed two of his fingers into my vagina, making me wet as I screamed with pleasure. Moving his fingers up and down faster the more I moaned, I reached my climax, panting and breathing heavily. After removing his fingers, I shifted so I faced him. Crashing my lips to his, we kissed each other roughly as I moved up and down on his lap. Trying to hold my hips so I would stop moving, I wiggled on his penis, making him go hard.

"...you...really...wanna...do...this...here..." Phil panted against my lips.

"..we...have...before.." I smirked, running my hands down his chest to the waist of his attire.

I felt him tense as I slipped my fingers under the fabric. Pressing my fingers into his indents, he growled as he grew harder each time my fingers traveled against his skin. Reaching up, he pulled off my top before licking and nipping at my breasts. Tugging down his attire, he moved my skirt up, allowing him to put his penis inside me. His penis felt so good against the walls of my vagina, I could not contain myself. Moving up and down as I wiggled my hips, I began to ride him like no other.

"...faster..." Phil panted as I picked up speed.

Gripping the back of the couch, I began to ride him harder and faster. After 20 minutes of good hard riding, we both reached our climax, moaning and panting in great pleasure. Slowing down, I sat on him keeping his penis inside me as he let himself go all inside my vagina. Pulling me closer to him, he kissed me roughly when we were about to go for another round.

"CM Punk to the ramp!" We heard being called.

"Fuck!" Phil groaned as I slowly climbed off him.

"Go win so we can go celebrate." I seductively ran my nails down his chest as I nipped at his neck.

Phil hurried with his attire before rushing out the door. He went out and won his match. When he got back to the locker room, we hurried up and went to the hotel for a long night of good, hard, passionate sex.