Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
See Chapter 1 for disclaimer!

Author's Notes:

To all the ladies, who've ever wish this would happen to them, this chapter is for you.

Chapter 17: The Perfect Storm...

He didn't even seem tired anymore, as he carried her up the stairs, to his bedroom. She seemed a little taken back by this. Nothing could have prepared her, for the open display of affection he was bestowing upon her, but she embraced it almost at a greedy pace.

Lighting flashed through the windows, and thunder cracked loudly outside, as the two continued to kiss each other on their journey to his bedroom. A perfect, mid July summer's storm was brewing outside, and some how Persephaine always knew it would be like this. She did always tell him, that standing next to him, was like being struck by lighting.

Soon he was in front of his bedroom door, and kicked it open with his right foot.

Persephaine, had already started working her mouth over his sweet spot on his neck, behind his ear. He set her down on the floor, turned her around facing the wall, and pressed her against it. Realizing he was going to try to unlace her corset, she turned back around, and pointed to the zipper in the front.

"Ah, trick clothes huh?" He smirked at her.

"No, you're a guy and you don't have the first clue about how girls really wear these things." She answered back with a smirk of her own.

His eyes held hers, as he reached down and unzipped the corset. Confidently, she welcomed his hungry gaze, as he opened the corset and slid it off her shoulders. Meanwhile, he couldn't take his eyes off of her chest.

"You know, every time I'm gonna see you in this outfit, you do realize I'm going to think back to tonight right?" He asked her, with a cocky eyebrow raised.

"That was the whole idea genius." She laughed at him.

"Good because every night you wear this, I'm going to personally, wear you the fuck out." He whispered in her ear, as his hands roamed over her arms, shoulders, breasts and torso.

"Mmmm looking forward to it." She moaned back, closing her eyes, just taking in the sensations he was giving her body.

Soon he reached for her belt, unbuckled it, and proceeded to open the button on her pants as well. She lifted his shirt over his head, and took in his chest and tattoos.

Smirking, she told him...

"All mine."

He smirked at her, as he pulled her pants down over her hips, ass and down her thighs.

Looking up from her feet, he realized that she was wearing a white butterfly thong.

"Damn, those are sexy on you." He told her with a smile.

"Well, what can I say? It just felt naughtier that way." She said, as her voice became heavy with lust.

He smirked at her, as he pulled her thongs down her legs, bent his head forward and gave a long, slow and very deliberate lick on her center. She wasn't expecting it.

Her breath quickened immediately, and her eyes rolled to the back her head.

"Fuck!" She swore at him.

He threw her left leg over his shoulder, and continued his blissful torture on her, as he practically had her climbing up the walls. Using his tongue ring on her, he alternated between gripping her clit lightly between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue while fucking her with his fingers. Then switching it up, to fuck her with his tongue, while lightly pinching her clit with his pointer finger and thumb. She came within two minutes, screaming out her orgasm. Making it the fastest orgasm, she's ever had in her life. Not missing a beat, he greedily drank down her essence.

Once she came down from her high, she pulled him up and kissed him hard on the lips, tasting herself on his tongue. All the while, fumbling with his button and fly on his shorts when she got them open, she pulled them down along with his trunks at the same time.

Pushing him very hard, she switched their positions, and slammed him against the wall.

"My turn." She said with a very sexy smirk.

She slid down the length of his body, letting her hands glide over his chest, abs, and hips. Settling on her knees, she tentatively licked his length. She was very happy he was well endowed and practically rock hard, but it was a little unnerving, thinking about how she was going deep throat him. His let out a hiss, as her warm, wet tongue worked over him, giving an involuntary jerk of the hips.

Opening her mouth, she took him inside of her, and worked his length. Fuck going slow, she wanted to bring him to his peak, like he had done for her. It was strange, most people wouldn't have been this rushed, but most people didn't wait for months like they had. Swallowing his length and girth was a bit tricky, but she relaxed her throat, and swirled her tongue around him at the same time.

An involuntary moan escaped his lips, as he growled and pulled her back up.

"Not yet." He said as he lifted her back up from the floor.

Picking her up from behind her thighs, he pinned her to the wall and spread her legs around his waist, as she locked them around him.

Looking in her eyes, he let one hand drift down to her heated core, while maintaining eye contact with her. Suddenly, she felt his two fingers thrust inside of her, as she let out a loud moan. She was beyond wet, it was like the she had a waterfall going on down there, and he could barely take it anymore. Especially, when she started sucking on his sweet spot again.

"What are you waiting for? Fuck me." She whispered in a very sexy tone in his ear.

That was all it took, before his resolve snapped in half. Pulling his fingers out of her, he gripped her ass, positioned himself over her entrance and thrust deep inside of her. Her back slammed aggressively against the wall, as she cried out at the intrusion.

He gave her a moment to adjust, because in all seriousness, he need a moment to adjust as well. Once she opened her eyes, she locked them on him, and suddenly there was no need for words anymore. It was just him and her, and the only thing they needed was each other. Persephaine gave her hips a small jerk, trying to let him know that he could move again. Before she knew it, he slid out of her, before quickly slamming himself home once more. He was teasing her. She couldn't stop the loud moan, that escaped her lips.

"Oh God, don't stop!" She panted to him.

He did it a couple more times, before he started to aggressively, fuck her against the wall of his bedroom. Her back slammed against the wall, harder and harder with each thrust from him. Picture frames were bouncing off the wall, and crashing onto the floor, from the force of their wild and untamed sexual escapades. Persephaine, couldn't stop moans, pants, and squeals that tore themselves from her throat. He was hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and every thrust brought her closer to the edge once more.

"Please don't stop, don't ever fucking stop," she begged him over again over again, as her mouth attacked his a fevered kiss.

While still pumping himself in and out of her, he took them from the wall to his dresser near by. At this rate, she didn't think they were ever going to make it to the bed. While her legs were locked around his waist, and supporting her with one arm, he used his left arm to send every thing on top of the dresser crashing to the floor. Fuck the mess, he could clean it in the morning. All he cared about right now, was the making sure that woman he loved, was getting every thing he had to offer. Setting her down, she unwrapped her legs from around him, as he pushed her body to lay down flat. Never once breaking their connection, he continued to move himself within her, as he leaned his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

"Ahh shit!" She cursed out loud.

He let out a low growl, as he felt her nails dig hard into his back, causing him to slam himself inside her once more. Letting go of her nipple, he stood straight up, grabbed both her legs and threw them over his left shoulder. She cried out, at the deeper angle she felt him reaching deep within her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as another orgasm washed over her in waves of pure bliss.

After letting her come down once more, he let her legs fall to the sides, and smirked down at her.

Withdrawing himself from her, he grabbed her hand, and pulled her off the top of his dresser.

He then picked her up bridal style, and laid her gently on the bed. She sent him a smirk, before flipping him over onto his back. Surprised, he laid back, wondering just where she was going with this.

Wasting time was certainly not Persephaine's forte'. She climbed on top of him, lowering herself on his member, before letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She started a slow grind against him, and started to lose herself, in the sensations she was causing herself and undoubtedly him.

As he watched her, he could help but feel like, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. The way her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He smirked, very surprised that she hadn't seen the mirror on top of his bed yet. He looked up to the mirror, watching how she easily her hips and back worked over him, bringing them both pleasure. Phil loved visual stimulation, almost as much as he loved physical stimulation. Watching her ride him, take her pleasure from him, and doing so with abandon almost made him come right there on the spot. He had to close his eyes, for a moment, trying to hold himself back. She was beautiful in her wild frenzy. The way the lighting lit up the room, and cascaded her body in a glow, for just a second or two. Her breast, lightly bounced above him, and he thoroughly enjoyed watching such a display. Persephaine aimed to please, but what she didn't realize, is that she did so effortlessly.

Not being able to take it anymore, he flipped them over, with her landing on her back on the mattress. He spread her legs wide open, viewing her in all her glory, as lighting struck outside once again with another crack of thunder following directly behind.

"Look up," he whispered softly to her, as he slowly pumped himself in and out of her slick passage way.

Looking up, she finally caught sight of the mirror above the bed. She smirked.

"I had a feeling that you liked to watch." She smiled back at him.

He fingered her clit, as he penetrated her body, and smirked back at her. Persephaine soon became lost to the feelings that he was provoking in her. She cried out and arched her back, as he continued to drive himself in and out of her body, and stroking her sensitive bundle of nerves. Finally, not being able to handle it anymore, he lowered himself over her body and kissed her with raw passion. She kissed him back, with equal abandon, and moved her mouth over his neck. His hand raised and tightly gripped the headboard. Licking, kissing and finally biting down on the crook of his neck, she drove him over the edge. He growled out his pleasure, and slammed himself into her willing heat brutally, as the hand that gripped the headboard, snapped a piece of the wood off underneath. He re-gripped the broken wood, and continued to fuck her, unmercifully. His force, was relentless and unforgiving, and she wouldn't have it any other way. It was apparent, that he was finally letting go, and giving her everything he had.

Her orgasm took over her, as she screamed out her to whoever was listening above, digging her nails into his back once again. Phil couldn't take anymore himself, it was becoming too painful for him to hold out. With a final thrust, he spilled himself inside of her. Her orgasm, milked him, and he collapsed on top of her.

Both of them were sweaty, breathing very heavily, and properly spent. After a few moments, he rolled off of her, and laid on his back, beside her. Neither of them, truly believing that what just happened.

"Wow," Persephaine breathed out, clearly still caught between bliss and awe.

"Yeah," Punk agreed, still trying to somewhat catch his breath.

The storm outside, finally seemed to be settling down.

Another minute later, he sat up and flicked on the lamp on his bedside stand.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed as she sat up and took in the state of the room.

Phil himself, was even a little shocked at the destruction, turning his attention to the head board.

"Uh, Persephaine what ever you do, don't look behind you." He warned her.

But being the curious person she was, of course she looked behind her, and caught sight of the broken headboard.

"What the fuck did we do?" She said in utter shock, looking over at him.

Within moments, they busted out laughing, as they took in the headboard, the broken picture frames on the floor, and the dresser top contents that were lying everywhere as well.

"You know I'm blaming you for me making this mess right?" Punk smirked at her.

"Me!" She strained, not believing she heard him right.

"You." He said laughing.

After a moment, she smirked back at him.

"Alright, I'm sure I can shoulder some of the blame for this." She responded back laughing as well.

"Some?" He questioned.

"Well no one told you to fuck me on top of your dresser!" She said between laughs.

"But you have to admit, it was pretty rad." He said back.

"Yeah, yeah it was." She smiled at him, nodding her head in agreement.

"Fuck this, for the first time in ages, I'm actually wanting to sleep. It can wait until morning." He said, turning the light back off. Laying back down in his bed, he pulled her over to his chest, and closed his eyes.

She snuggled into him, and sighed blissfully. For the first time, in a long time, she was happy and content.

The next morning, she awoke, with the strong urge to use the restroom. Sliding from the bed, gathering a sheet around her body, she snuck out of his bedroom and downstairs to collect her bags. Colt had already let her know, he would be staying over at a friends house for a couple of days, so she didn't worry about him possibly seeing her like this. Collecting her bag, she totted it back up the stairs and bolted for Punk's bathroom. She needed to relieve herself, and have a hot shower. Her muscles were positively sore from the night before.

"Not that I mind," she whispered as she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her face was absolutely glowing, and her smile could have probably been seen from space, she reckoned.

Once she was done relieving herself, she flushed the toilet, turned on the shower and stepped inside. Persephaine sighed as the hot water met her muscles, and her entire body relaxed, under the pressure of the shower head. After she finished washing her body, she stood under the shower, just relaxing.

Without warning, she felt arms slip around her from behind, and soft kiss on her shoulder. Turning around, she was met with the sight of a very naked and very horny Phil Brooks.

"Well good morning to you too." She smirked.

He kissed her, before leaning his head down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. She released a deep moan. While he worked one nipple with his mouth, his hand was gently working the other nipple. Soon, he backed her into the corner, and lifted up her leg on the seat that was built into the shower. Using his other free hand, he played with her already slick center, before teasing her by slipping a finger inside of her.

"Oh God," she moaned out.

He relieved a little bit of her suffering, by adding another finger inside of her soaking wet opening. Persephaine, suddenly found herself grinding against his hand, and wanting more. She wanted to feel him inside of her once again. He moved his lips away from her breasts, and started to work his way up her neck, to her lips. Their tongues fought for dominance, as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Soon, he felt her muscles squeezing his fingers, and a rush of warm liquid washed over his hand.

Punk's eyes darkened, as his lust for her started to take over. Shutting off the shower, he grabbed her hand, and practically pulled her out of the shower stall. He lead her to the counter, faced her towards the mirror, and bent her over it.

"I want you to watch me while I fuck you. I want you to see how much I want you, and I want you to see what you look like as I get you off." He told her possessively.

Her heavily lidded eyes, locked with his in the mirror, as he entered her from behind.

"Oh yes," she moaned out deliciously, pushing her ass up to meet his thrust.

His eyes, never left hers as he started to move in and out of her welcoming heat. Just watching him like this, was doing things to her, things that she never felt before. He took complete possession and control over her body, he knew exactly how to handle her and when to do what. She was getting wetter by the second, watching him stay in complete control of her body.

Phil's hands gripped her hips tighter, as she cried out and arched her back into him. Never once, did she break eye contact with him. The way he moved and handled her with complete confidence, made her watch him in awe. She had never been this turned on in her life. Slowly, while continuing to ride her, he moved one of his hands up her back and gripped her shoulder. Pulling her back into him a little harder.

Her sharp intake of air, let him know, he was getting her right where he wanted her.

Smirking at her, he started to thrust into her at a harder and faster pace.

"Oh yes! Mmmm.." She moaned out to him, biting her lower lip.

"See how beautiful you are like this? Do you see how you drive me completely insane?" He leaned over, and whispered in her ear, as he kept his eyes on hers in the mirror.

"Yesssss..." She hissed out to him.

"Say it Persephaine, tell me what you want me to do to you." He challenged her.

It was hard for her to gather a coherent thought! Much less, say a proper sentence.

"Tell me." He whispered again.

Neither one, breaking eye contact, she looked in his eyes.

"Fuck me Punk. Fuck me, as hard and as rough as you want. Make me scream." She whispered back.

"My pleasure." He growled out, as he slapped her on the ass.

Suddenly, he flipped her over, and propped her up in the middle of his larger than normal bathroom counter, as she laid back against it. He slammed home once again, as she cried out and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist. He slid his hands up her body, until he reached her throat. As if asking her permission, she looked at him and gave a quick nod, letting him know it's okay. Wrapping his hand around her throat with a very easy and light grip, he continued to pound against her willing body. Meanwhile she tossed her head back and arched her back once more. The sight she caught in the mirror behind her, was more erotic and sexy than anything she had ever seen in her life. Stand over her body, with a light grip on her throat, and fucking her like there was no tomorrow, Punk looked absolutely sinful.

"Oh my fucking God," She moaned out as her most powerful orgasm, in the last twenty four hours, washed over her body.

Phil, looked in the mirror, and caught sight of what made her come so hard.

"Holy fuck," He breathed out as he watched himself fucking the woman, without a care in the world. She completely trusted him, and it showed, by what she was allowing him to do to her. As he felt her walls tighten around him, he couldn't hold on any longer, and let go. Releasing himself inside of her body, he carefully removed his hand from her neck, scared that he might actually choke her because of his own powerful orgasm.

Moments later, he pulled out of her body, and she slid off the counter.

He smiled, and pulled her into a breath taking kiss.

"Good morning beautiful."

She smirked at him.

"Maybe I should have stayed in bed, for this wake up. Now I have to shower again." She teased him with a smile.

"Well I need a shower as well, wanna join me?" He said, wagging his eyebrows.

"You're insatiable." She laughed.

"When it comes to you, always." He told her with a smirk.

"Well, we might actually need to shower this time. I'm starving." She told him honestly, as she blushed.

"I know what you mean!" He said, turning the shower back on, and stepping aside letting her in first.

After their shower together, they got dressed, and made their way downstairs to the kitchen.

Persephaine started making them omelets, while Phil started slicing up fresh fruits, and making fresh orange juice as well.

Once their breakfast was done, the couple went back upstairs and started cleaning the huge mess they made in Punk's room the night before.

"Jesus, we tore this room apart." He said with a laugh.

Persephaine giggled at him, and started to pick up the picture frames off the floor. Which ever ones, weren't broken, were placed back on the wall. The broken ones, had the pictures promptly removed, and the frame was thrown in a trash bag.

"We can just go out and buy new frames for these," Persephaine told Phil, who agreed with a smirk.

As soon as the room was clean, Phil deduced that he was going to have to order a new headboard for his bed.

"You know, I'm gonna start calling you the incredible Hulk. Because you went beast mode on that headboard, snapping it off like that!" She said in amazement.

"You shouldn't have bit me, I love being bit. Something about it just turns me on really bad." He laughed at her.

"No shit!" She exclaimed, pointing towards the headboard, and laughing at him.

Suddenly, her phone was going off downstairs.

"What the hell?" She said, racing downstairs to catch the call before it went to voice mail.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey girl! How did it go last night?" She heard Stephanie ask her, from on the other end.

"Um... good. How are things over there?" Persephaine answered back, trying to play it off.

"You two are the talk of every dirt sheet, and sports news sites on the web! You guys are even featured on ESPN, right now!" Stephanie exclaimed to the younger woman.

"What?" She asked her boss, completely floored by this news.

"That's right! You guys, blew last night's pay-per-view right out of the water! We haven't had this much publicity in years! It's astounding! So like Punk, you have the next week off. Enjoy it girl! You both deserve it!" The older woman told her, clearly happy with what Persephaine and Punk did for company.

"Thanks! Call me later Steph, and we'll go over more plans. Especially about comic con." She said back.

"No problem! Enjoy your vacation!" She said as she hung up the phone.

Persephaine smirked. Time to let Phil in, on some plans leading up to his return. With that, she took off running up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Alright guys, we have one more chapter after this! But make sure you check back for the next chapter, I have a very important announcement I will be making about this story! You don't want to miss it, I promise!
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

We Will Always Have Twitter