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The smell of sweat and sex fills the air around us as he thrusts deeper still. It feels like he's claiming what's his, marking me as his own. The rough sex is everything I crave and more. It's primal, raw, and perfectly chaotic. My legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into me harder, faster, never relenting.
I can feel the table shaking in sync with our movements. Our bodies are one, and our hearts beat together. His musky scent fills my nostrils as I grip onto him tighter, determined not to let go until we both reach completion.
The friction between us is almost painful but in the best way possible. It’s an addictive agony that sends shivers down my spine. He growls low in his throat every time he slams into me, claiming me as his own possession. My walls clench around him with each stroke, begging for release.
I gasp loudly as he takes me hard and fast. The force of his movements drives me wild with pleasure, making my walls clench tightly around him.
Each thrust sends shockwaves through my core, making my mind go blank with lust and need. His harsh gasps fill the room as he pistons into me, claiming what is his while we connect on a primal level that words can't describe.
He growls against my neck when he feels me start to tremble beneath him, knowing that I'm getting close to orgasm. He lifts one of my legs up towards his hip, opening me wider for deeper penetration and grinding himself against my G-spot again and again until I cry out his name in ecstasy.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh accompanies our heavy breaths, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. His hands grip my hips tightly, guiding his unyielding thrusts that pierce through me like a hot knife through butter.
Every time he hits my G-spot, I cry out his name in pleasure, feeling my walls quiver and clench around him. The table beneath us groans under our weight as we move together without restraint, lost in a haze of passion and desire.
Our kisses grow fierce and open-mouthed, and we devour each other's mouths like they're the only source of air we need to survive. He nips at my lips, tasting me deeply as if trying to consume every bit of me he can before claiming my neck once more with bruising kisses that only fuel my lust.
His fingers dig into the flesh there, leaving marks that I know will turn into bruises later on. But right now, all I care about is feeling him inside me and the roughness of his skin against mine.
The table groans under our combined weight, creaking with every powerful thrust that drives us both closer to the edge. His cock slides in and out of my slick heat, hitting my sweet spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.
I gasp for air between moans, my legs trembling under the onslaught of pleasure that has me seeing stars. His fingers dig into my hips, guiding him deeper into my wet heat as he takes what he wants without hesitation. I feel his muscles tense under his skin, and I know he's close, too.
“Renan!” I scream out his name as I come. My orgasm seems to drive him further inside of me. The waves of pleasure become unrelenting as the intensity increases.
His lips find mine again, crashing together in a hungry kiss. His hands grip onto my waist as he uses all of his strength to push deeper into me, filling me up completely.
The table beneath us groans and skids at least six inches across the floor. I can feel him throbbing inside me, his cock pulsing with each powerful stroke. His fingers dig into my hips as he gives one final hard thrust before letting out a primal roar and filling me with his seed.
CHAPTER 28
Cheyanne
During my training break, I search the floor and find Dee Dee scrolling through social media, following her favorite wrestlers. I tap her on the shoulder.
“Hey, you. I’ve been looking for you. I come bearing gifts.”
Dee Dee looks up from the screen, her mouth agape. “Looking for me? You never look for me. Nobody ever looks for me. And gifts, too?” The swampster smiles so widely I can see algae stains on her razor-sharp teeth, and I shudder on the inside.
I laugh. “Well, if that’s true, that no one seeks you out, then it’s about time we correct that, right? Listen, I want you to have two free tickets to my Disastra show. It’s the least I can do.”
“Wow! Thanks. The least you can do? What do you mean? What did I do, or not do, to deserve this?”
I sit down beside her on the bleacher. “It’s a peace offering, I guess you could call it. Dee Dee, I forgive you for telling Raucous Entertainment about my new character. I’m sure it was you being excited. Not from any nefarious intention.”
Dee Dee blinks repeatedly, like she’s trying to digest what I’ve just said, the words not computing in her swampster mind.
“Tell Raucous about your new Disastra character? Oh, Cheyanne. If someone did that awful thing, it wasn’t me. Cross my heart and hope to drown in a swamp. I adore you and your Archimedes character. And you know how I want to be a wrestler myself someday. To go behind a future fellow wrestler’s back like that… Nope, never, ever would I do that. If someone has betrayed you like that, he or she is still out there. I swear that person is not me.” Dee Dee crosses her heart with her exorbitant claws.
I sit up, shocked by what the swampster said. I stare into space, my mind racing. How did I get this so wrong? And I kick myself for being so dumb. Dee Dee is a groupie supreme. But she’s never been malicious. Why was I so quick to assume she would start now?
“Then that means someone else was in the gym, in the locker room, maybe. Maybe someone overheard us talking about it.”
“Yep. ‘Cause it wasn’t me.” Dee Dee crosses her heart.
I’ve known Dee Dee long enough, and I know when she’s telling the truth. She is. And she’s right. There is someone else wanting to hurt me and my career. But thinking it could be someone far more dangerous than an out-of-control groupie makes my heart race.
“Oh, Dee Dee, please accept my apology for wrongly accusing you. I know you’re right. There are tattlers in this industry, but you’re not one.”
