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Warning: SMUT!

Chapter Six
Tinkerbell & the Wine Cabinet

Tuesday Morning June 25, 2013

It was quiet in Ashley's condo. Or at least I didn't hear anything from the hallway so I hurriedly unlocked my front door and stepped inside. I dropped my duffel bag on the floor at my feet. I looked around and nothing seemed out of place so if Ashley was here she didn't touch anything. I had to control the urge to run to my bedroom to see if Ashley was asleep in my bed. It was hard but I forced myself to go into the kitchen instead. I grabbed a bottle of water and guzzled half of it immediately. My mouth was dry with the prospect of what was going to happen when I walked into my bedroom.

I wanted Ashley more than I've ever wanted another woman, including Lita and Aj. Okay, my relationship with Aj was a joke, but I was just getting my point across. I wanted her and I had no doubt that she wanted me. But three dreams in one day were strange especially for me. And these dreams weren't normal and I knew what I had to do. I needed to talk to Ashley before anything happened between the two of us.

"Phil?" Ashley's soft smiling voice came from behind me and I turned around with the bottle of water still in my hand.

I groaned. She was still in that Tinkerbell nightgown and she was standing in my kitchen. Unlike dream Ashley, she had a huge smile on her face. "You're home early." She stated with a smile on her face and a smile in her voice.

I nodded mutely unable to do anything but stare at her tanned legs and smooth skin. I licked my lips. For some reason my brain wouldn't function so I wasn't capable of talking to the sexy vision in front of me. Then she began to close the short distance between us, her steps slow but sure, and my brain started to short circuit. She stopped right in front of me, looking me in the eyes as she licked her lips.

"Welcome home, Phil." She whispered as her arms wound around my neck and threaded through my hair. She then pulled my head down to hers and her mouth latched on to mine. My eyes widened in response and I froze… for about five seconds. I wrapped my arms around her and crushed her to me.

I had kind of gotten use to the jolts of electricity that shot through upon touching Ashley, but I was totally unprepared for this. I've always heard of people hearing bells or fireworks going off or something like that when kissing a woman, but I thought they had lost their crazy ass minds. But now… kissing Ashley… I heard the bells and I saw fireworks behind my eyes and I could hear them going off in my head. Every single touch of her tongue, another explosion would go off and as her fingers tightened in my hair and she let out a soft whimper, the bells got louder.

I gripped her hips and lifted her. "Wrap your legs around my waist, peanut." I demanded against her mouth.

She readily complied, her legs wrapping around my waist and her ankles locked behind my back as her fingers once again tightened in my hair. It brought her most sweetest spot right against my erection.

I cupped her ass and moaned in appreciation. "Good girl." I muttered, kissing down her jaw –the stubble on my face leaving red marks on her soft skin– as her mouth skimmed mine.

She stiffened in my arms and I stopped all movement, fear of her calling an end to this holding me in place. She tugged on my hair until I pulled back to look into her haunted chocolate eyes. I had never seen her eyes like that. Wait… Yes I had. In my dreams.

"Don't ever call me that."

Her voice wobbled but she gave me no doubt that she meant it. I shook my head. "I won't. Ever again." I promised. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder why she didn't like being called a good girl.

She nodded and once more covered my mouth with hers. She knew what she wanted and I was all for it. But not in my kitchen. Holding on to her small little ass, I carried her into my bedroom, our mouths never slowing down. Her tongue dueled with mine and the noise she was making was driving me slowly insane. Whimpers and moans left her throat as she sucked on my tongue and nipped my bottom lip. She tasted so damned good. A cross between spearmint toothpaste and fresh baked bread. So good, she tasted.

I laid her on the bed, following her down as I did so. I tried to pull back, to start getting rid of some clothes, but I wasn't able to as she kept a firm grip on my hair and sucked harder on my tongue. I groaned deep in my throat and managed to pull my mouth away. Ashley immediately went to kissing and sucking on my neck and I couldn't help but growl.

"Either you take Tink off or I'm going to rip it off, peanut. I want you naked." I growled against the soft skin of her neck.

She whimpered again and it went straight to my dick. She pushed against my chest and I pulled back with a grin. I knew that would get her moving.

"You can't rip my Tinkerbell, Phil." She told me as she pulled the shirt up and over her head.

And I wept.

Small, firm, and probably barely a B cup, but her tits were fucking perfect. The nipples were little erasers and the color was a deep rose color and hard as little rocks. I leaned down and took one rosy nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. Ashley arched her back and cried out. Her fingers found my hair again and pulled with each hard suck of my mouth. I couldn't get enough of her sweet tasting flesh.

"Phil, please." She begged.

I smiled against her breasts, a nipple in my mouth. "Please what?" I asked.

"No foreplay. I just want you."

I pulled back to look at her, which wasn't easy with the grip she had on my hair. "No foreplay? Peanut, I'm not exactly hung like a horse, but you're small as hell and I'll probably end up hurting you with no foreplay." I told her.

She arched her hips towards me and shook her head. "Please, I need you and I'm ready. Screw the foreplay for now."

My hand slipped down between her legs and underneath her green panties. I growled when I encountered nothing but wetness. "Oh fuck, peanut. You're fucking soaked. How are you this fucking wet?" My fingers teased her clit before I slipped one single digit inside her tight sheath. Oh fucking hell! "You're tight as shit, peanut." I moaned as I fucked her with first one finger and then two fingers. She tightened around my digits as her orgasm deemed closer and closer.

She was too tight. So damn tight. "Are you a virgin, peanut?" I asked. I had to know. I wasn't sure if it would be a deal breaker or not, but I had to know.

Her head was thrown back and she moaned low in her throat. "No." She said, shaking her head. "Need you." She added with a whimper.

My breath caught in my throat hearing those words while awake. I pulled my fingers from her warmth and she whined. "I'm just taking my pants off, peanut and grabbing a condom." I informed her as I pulled her panties from her body.

Her eyes met mine and she nodded. I shed my pants and grabbed a condom. I watched her as I sheathed myself, her eyes never leaving my cock. Her breathing hitched as I finished and I took a step closer to the bed. She licked her lips and met my eyes. Fuck, she was beautiful like this. Her tanned skin rosy and pink and covered in red splotches from my facial hair. Her nipples were hard and her thighs were glistening from her wetness.

I settled myself over her, my eyes never leaving hers. I positioned my throbbing cock at her tight channel, entering her with one hard thrust, taking her breath away. I filled her, completely. Oh fuck, she was so damned tight. Her little muscles were clenching around my cock, milking me, begging me to move; to cum. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her fingers threading through my short hair. My mouth covered hers as my cock pummeled her. I pulled almost completely out before entering her again, and Ashley embraced the volatile meeting of our bodies.

Her legs squeezed tighter around my waist as she met my powerful strokes, our sweat-soaked bodies melding together seamlessly. Her muscles tightened around me, fluttering as her orgasm came closer and closer until she finally came, flying apart, her body trembling and her sweet pussy contracting, nails biting into the skin of my back. She screamed my name, rocking her fiery body into mine, milking my cock as her orgasm crested and then let her come back to earth slowly.

"Fuck. Ash. Peanut." I groan against her mouth as I came, my explosive orgasm taking my own breath. I don't think I'd ever come that damn hard before. If there was a heaven, she would be it. I rolled off her immediately, clutching her against me, pulling her into the protective shelter of my arms.

My chest still heaving, I choked out, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, her body quivering in my arms. "No," she whispered, still short of breath. "You gave me exactly what I needed." She admitted.

There was that word again. Need. What in the hell did she mean by I gave her exactly what she needed? Was I too rough? Did she need it rough? Did she like it rough? I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to question it right now. I had better things to do.

After removing the condom and tossing it into the trash can beside my bed, I moved so I was facing Ashley who was still flat on her back. My fingers began to trace her swollen, sensitive nipples and she arched her back, moaning. She was so responsive, so quick to …well… respond. Very easily aroused. Damn, it was fucking hot. I pinched one hard nipple and she gasped. I grinned as I reached over and pinched her other nipple.

"Please Phil." She whimpered, her voice hoarse from her earlier screaming.

"Please, what? What do you want?" I asked her harshly.

She reached down and grasped my rapidly hardening cock. "You. Again." She replied, chewing on her bottom lip.

I inhaled sharply, nodding, trailing my fingers over her soft skin, watching the goose bumps come to the surface and she shivered.

"I think not. At least not yet. I'm having a craving of my own, Peanut. I want to taste you so bad I ache with it. I know you're wet and I'm about to make you a whole lot wetter."

Her eyes went hazy and she whimpered. "Yes." Fucking hell, that sexy voice.

I raised up on my arms, over her, my cock against her lower belly. She bucked her hips, but she couldn't budge my rock solid body. My sweaty skin was plastered against her, but I kept most of my weight from her with my arms. Looking up, she met my wild intense hazel-green eyes, begging me with her dark pools of chocolate.

"You're going to come for me while I taste you, Peanut." My voice was raspy, and I buried my face in her hair, biting gently at her neck, before I licked my way down to her breasts. She gasped as I tongued her breasts, moving from one to the other, as though he had all the time in the world to worship each sensitive nipple. I licked and sucked her nipples until she was writhing under me, unable to hold still. I moved down to her belly, stopping to flick my tongue into her belly button, laying moist, hot kisses to her stomach.

Finally, right before she was ready to scream in frustration, I spread her thighs. She shivered as I blew a warm breath on her pussy. She had a small patch of caramel colored hair that was saturated with the juices of her arousal. Sexiest thing ever. My fingers lightly caressed her mound and she growled. It was more like a soft purr, but I knew she was trying to growl at me for teasing her.

"I can smell your arousal, peanut. It's fucking hot as hell." I growled, my fingers trailing over her flesh.

She thrashed her head, whimpering. "Please Phil, I need you."

I smiled as my finger delved along her folds, slowly meandering deeper. "Like this?" I asked, my tone demanding.

"More," she begged.

"Like this?" I circled her clit, my finger gliding through her slick flesh.

"More. Damn it. More." She demanded of me.

I loved how she was slowly losing it, wanting to cum again. "Like this?" I asked as my mouth closed over her tender flesh, my tongue lapping, licking her arousal, consuming her.

"Oh, Phil. Yes. Yes. Yes." She moaned and whimpered. Her hips lifted, wanting, begging for more. I grinned against her clit. Maybe she was watching too much wrestling.

I parted her folds with my thumbs and buried my face in her pussy with a tortured reverberating sound, devouring her like a starving man, relentlessly flicking her clit.

"Yes. Please, Phil. Need you." She grasped my head, threading her fingers through my hair, moaning as she pulled me against her, rocking her hips as I pleasured her. I groaned against her flesh, loving her taste and how utterly hot and turned on she was. Her climax came fast and quick as it completely engulfed and consumed her. Ready to sob over the power of her release, she cried out my name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body. I was momentarily stunned as my brain took in what she had called me. She screamed out Phillip, not Phil. For some odd reason, I liked it a lot.

She tugged on my hair and I looked up, my mouth shining with her juices. She smiled at me and tugged my hair again. "Your turn." She announced with a mischief gleam in her eye.

My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.

She licked her lips and I groaned. "I want to taste you."

I just about came just from her saying that. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle anything else, but I wasn't turning down a blow job from that hot little mouth. I was up and on my back before she could blink. She smiled as she moved into position. She started with my neck, kissing and licking her way over each and every tattoo, tracing certain designs with her tongue and nipping others with her teeth. She flicked her tongue over one nipple before nipping it as well. She moved to the other nipple, treating it the same as the first one. I clenched my fists tight against the bed sheets to keep from reaching for her. I didn't know how much more I would be able to take. I gasped as she nipped my hipbone and she giggled softly.

I growled, my head dropping back onto the pillow as Ashley suddenly and without warning took my cock into her mouth, her tongue circling the bulbous head.

"You're going to kill me." I panted heavily as her consumed me completely.

She giggled. "What a way to go! Mmmm Phillip?" She teased, her mouth against the head of my cock. My full name on her lips was sexy as fuck.

"Fuck!" I cried out as she took as much of my length as she could, her lips tightening around me, sucking hard, her head bobbing as she devoured me. My hips rose, thrusting myself into her mouth as she came down for every stroke. I couldn't stop my hands reaching for her, fisting handfuls of her baby fine hair as I fucked her hot little mouth.

"Fuck, Ashley. Peanut, fuck!" I shouted incoherently as she continued to move faster, harder. I exploded, my release flowing into her mouth so satisfying that she moaned around my cock as she swallowed. Oh fucking hell, she fucking swallowed my fucking cum. Oh fuck, that was fucking hot.

She looked up at me and licked her lips and I went breathless; speechless. I knew right then that this couldn't last between us. She was too addicting and I was only a man. She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. Change to me was a bad thing because I didn't want to change. That was what she was doing; changing me. Everyone was trying to change me. I was getting fucking sick of it.

"Did you like it?" She asked tentatively.

I nodded. "If I liked it anymore, I'd be dead, peanut." I replied seriously.

She beamed at me. "Want to take a shower together?" She questioned hopefully.

My grin widened and I nodded. I'd worry about the changing thing tomorrow.

Wednesday June 26, 2013

My place was empty so I knocked on Ashley's door. I could have waited for her to just show up at my place whenever she was ready, but after fucking her all day yesterday, I wanted more. She was under my skin and I was going to work her out. Our friends with benefits was just beginning and I was ready for several more hours of hot sex. We had mainly kept to my bedroom yesterday, but I did fuck her on my bench press late last night. I'll never look at my bench press the same way again. Her holding on to the bar while she rode me cowgirl style was definitely a holy shit moment that I wouldn't soon forget. When she cums, she screams my full name, Phillip. Any other time she just calls me Phil so I don't get why she calls me Phillip when she's in a screaming orgasm, but it's hot as fuck so I don't really care.

I was definitely ready to sink myself into Ashley's warmth and forget all about that fucked up interview I just had with a local Chicago radio station. Most of our story lines are completely fake and our creators have hashed out each and every little detail down to what fucking underwear we wear and when. But sometimes, things happen in our real life that the creators take and weave into our current story lines. And right now they were focused on Paul and me. And Brock Lesnar. So today during my interview, they wanted to know how much was truly false and how much was real. They all believed that everything going on between Paul and me was truly made up and had no truth behind it, but that only pissed me off. After all, they didn't see the look in Paul's eyes when he spoke of Ashley.

"It's open, Phil."

Ashley's voice was muffled from the other side of the door but I still made out what she said and I didn't like it. I let myself in her condo and looked around. Nothing out of the place. Never was.

"Where are you, peanut?" I called out in question.

"The kitchen and I'm cooking us dinner."

I went into the kitchen, leaning up against the door jam and just watched her. She was dressed in a strapless white dress that reached mid-thigh with ruffles across her breasts. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail and fucking hell, her toenails were painted white with a blue star. She looked cute as shit. She looked over shoulder and smiled at me.

"Hey Phil!" She greeted me.

I gave her a stern look. "Why is your door unlocked?" I demanded to know.

She shrugged. "I knew you would be here and I was busy so I left it unlocked."

I strode over to her until she was trapped against the counter, her back to my front and my arms on either side of her, trapping her in place. "Don't do it again, peanut. It's too dangerous to leave your front door unlocked." I told her.

She backed up against me, her ass brushing against my now hardening cock. Her body was just too damned tempting. "We have a doorman, Phil and I seriously doubt I'm in any danger in this building."

"You can be in danger at any time so be careful." I warned. I didn't know if Paul would try anything but I didn't want to take that chance. Not with her. Not with any woman.

She wiggled her ass and I growled. "Stop that." I barked.

She laughed and did it again. "I'll be fine." She told me, wiggling her ass, making me harder.

"If you don't want to get fucked on your kitchen counter, you need stop that wiggling shit." I hissed through clench teeth.

She whimpered, nodded, and wiggled again. "Please Phil."

My head dropped back and I groaned. "What are you fixing for dinner?" I asked.

"Stuffed guinea eggplant with mushrooms and onions, topped with cheddar cheese. I've got them stuffed; I just need to grill them." She replied.

I turned her around and covered her mouth with mine. I explored her mouth with my tongue, nipping and sucking on hers. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her fingers found my hair. This little girl had a serious obsession with my hair. Which I found fucking sexy. With one hand I gripped her hip and with my free hand, I pulled down the top of her cotton dress so her breasts were exposed. She shivered in my arms and rubbed against me. Fuck, she was hot as hell.

"Foreplay or no foreplay, babe?" I asked against her mouth as I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

She moaned. "No foreplay. Just hurry."

This girl was a dream come true. Too bad she wasn't my dream. I ripped off her pretty blue lace panties and slid my finger along her slit. Fuck, she was wet as hell. I got my pants off quickly after grabbing the condom and quickly covered my dick.

"You had a condom in your pocket?" She asked with a smile.

I nodded before turning her to face the nearest wall. "I knew I would be fucking you as soon as I walked in the door. I wanted to be prepared." I replied, my breath caressing her ear.

She shivered and nodded. "Yes please."

I chuckled as I kissed her shoulders up to her neck. I explored her body with my hands, my tongue teasing along her neck before I picked her up. "Hold on to the wall." I told her.

"Huh?" she asked, looking back at me. "How?"

"Just lean into it," I replied. I was plenty bigger than her, so I would have no problem holding her weight. She did as I asked and I positioned my engorged cock between her legs and thrust inside her from behind.

"Oh, God," she cried out as I stretched her open. She was still extremely tight and I was sure she would always be this damn tight. Fuck, I'm a lucky bastard.

I chuckled. "Just me, peanut." I teased as I moved until I was completely inside her.

She whimpered in response as I reached for her leg, pulling it back to open her more. I pulled out and thrust into her, again and again. Each movement rocked my world, knocking me for a loop. As her orgasm built, I bit at her neck. Letting go of her leg, I reached up and turned her head so that I could kiss her. I kissed long and hard, my cock deep inside her as I moved back and forth. Reaching between us, I flicked her clit and she immediately went off. My thrusts got stronger as her warm pussy tightened around me, squeezing me, my body slamming against hers. When I actually bit into her shoulder, she screamed my name as she came and I followed right behind her.

We both took several deep breaths as we slowly came down from our orgasmic high, my body still leaning against hers, my lips moved along her shoulder before resting against her neck.

"I bit you." I hissed through clenched teeth, looking at the bite on her neck.

"You did." She replied as if it was no big deal.

"Sorry." I said, laughter in my voice. I wasn't really sorry. In fact I was satisfied that I had bit her.

"It's fine, I promise. Easy to cover, I promise."

That made me frown for two reasons. I didn't want her covering it up. And that fucking bothered me.

Thursday June 27, 2013

That was an autograph signing from hell. A fan showed up and made a scene that passed all other scenes. He wasn't a fan of mine, but a fan of Brock Lesnar's. He came in, basically to make an ass out of himself, threatening me and telling me how absolutely stupid I was for getting tangled with him in the first place. This feud with Lesnar wasn't entirely fictional, but I went along with him anyway, trying to placate him into shutting the hell up. It didn't work. After a few minutes of shouting at me, a fan of mine interrupted and the fight was on. The police were called and two hours after the autograph signing was supposed to be over, I was finally allowed to leave.

I wasn't in a good mood and I knew exactly who could make my day a whole lot brighter. I entered my condo and hollered for Ashley. I knew she was here because I texted her and told her to be here waiting for me. As I heard her coming down the hall, I stripped out of my shirt and was working on my jeans when she came into view. She was wearing a pair of boy shorts and a camisole top in black with pink trim. Sexy as hell, but it had to go.

"Strip, Ashley." I ordered.

She blinked, but the camisole came off and she shimmied out of the boy shorts. My cock was standing at full attention and it didn't take but a minute to cover myself with a condom. I crooked my finger in a come here motion and she smiled wide and came to stand beside me without any hesitation. I trailed a single digit down between her breasts to her belly button to finally stand still at her mound.

"Are you wet, peanut?"

She swallowed and nodded.

"How wet are you Ashley?"

She licked her lips. "A lot. I need you, Phillip."

I shuddered and slipped a finger between her folds. I growled when I discovered how truly wet she was. I pulled my finger away and watched her closely as I sucked her juices off my finger. She blinked and her breathing hitched. Her nipples were hard and she was fucking sexy.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded.

I pulled her into my arms, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and those fingers went through my hair. I walked slowly towards my destination. "I know what I'm going to use that wine cabinet for now." I told her, my voice low, husky, and barely audible.

She licked her lips. "What?"

I dropped her down on it and she gasped. "To fuck you."

She inhaled sharply.

I cocked a smile as I grasped her thighs in my hands and spread her legs wide open. "You had better hold on, peanut. It's going to be a wild ride."

She grabbed the edges of the cabinet just as I thrust into her to the hilt. She screamed my name and her head fell back. I held her legs open as I continued to slam into her madly and wildly, her screams echoing throughout the condo. I wasn't able to do anything but throw my head back and continuing to thrust hard and fast. She came once screaming my name, but I didn't slow down. She came once more screaming my name and I followed her then. Her pussy was spasming around my dick and I couldn't hold off any longer. She was whimpering and moaning as she came for the third time. I thrust one last time before releasing her legs and pulling her to me.

"Did I hurt you?" I murmured in her ear.

She shook her head, unable to speak.

"Good, because I'm about to fuck you again, but this time I'm going to tie you up and take my time."

She whimpered.