Tapping away on my phone aimlessly, I hummed to myself as I laid on the couch without a care in the world. Baron was getting ready to go shoot his Superstar Ink episode with Corey Graves. I rolled over onto my stomach and let out a sigh as I heard him upstairs in our bedroom. I put my phone down when I heard his footsteps as he came down the stairs. "I'm all set," he sighed as he walked over to me. "I want to go," I whined, sitting up and looked up at my towering boyfriend. "Babe, it will be boring," he chuckled, putting his large hand on my head. I made a whining sound and pouted. "Don't pout," he said, sliding his hand down to my cheek and used his thumb to play with my lip. I whined again which made him laugh even more. "What am I going to do with you," he sighed, pushing his hair back. He lifted me up and held me close to his body. "Fine. You can come," he said, finally giving in. "Yay," I squealed and hugged him. "You so owe me," he said, holding me in his arms. "Sure. Whatever you want," I nodded, excited about going to watch him film, not worrying about what he had planned as we left our home and headed to the location where he and Corey would be filming the show for the WWE Network.
Once we arrived, Corey greeted us both, hugging me with a smile on his face while Baron watched him carefully, never trusting other guys around me, let alone touch me. One of the crew members asked me to help take pictures of Baron and I happily agreed. Baron took off his shirt and pulled on his beanie as he posed. My eyes roamed over his chest and tattoos, making me lose focus on what I was doing. I shook off the thoughts as I snapped a few pictures, making sure to capture his tattoos perfectly. "Great pictures," Corey said, looking over my shoulder at the pictures. "Thanks. Glad I was able to help, instead of just standing around, wanting." Corey put his hands on my shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "Always glad to have a happy face around, especially when he's around," he motioned over to Baron who was staring at us. "Seriously, how do you live with that guy?" I rolled my eyes, only hearing that question a million times after I started dating Baron. "Everyone asks that question," I sighed as I watched Baron put on his shirt and headed our way. "No one understands him like I do, which is fine. We have our own little world and we're at peace and could careless about what anyone thinks." Corey chuckled as Baron stepped in between us. "Ready to start filming?" Corey nodded and walked away as Baron turned out to me. "Did you like what you saw," he smirked, making me blush. "Shut up," was all I could say as he kissed my cheek and walked over to Corey and began filming the show. I stood behind the cameras next to the crew as I watched Baron talk passionately about his tattoos. Images of Baron shirtless and his tattoos glistened in the light from his sweat passed through my mind. I rubbed my flushed cheeks, trying to focus. I looked back up at Baron and our eyes met as he talked about getting a future tattoo in tribute to us. I smiled as a warm feeling came over me and I wanted to smother him in kisses.
Filming ended and we returned home once Baron was done with taking another picture for WWE's Instagram account. I plopped down on the couch and stretched, tugging my ponytail holder out of my hair. Baron walked over and lifted me up then sat down, putting me in his lap. "You did great during your interview," I complimented, snuggling up against his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Thanks. You did a fine job taking my pictures, although you seemed distracted," he teased, running his fingers up my bare leg, making me shiver. "I wasn't distracted," I sighed as his fingers rested on my thigh. "Oh really? Because your eyes said differently," he whispered, his breath brushing against my neck like silk as he slowly rubbed his lips against my neck before placing a soft kiss. "You're wrong. I was just making sure your pictures were okay," I lied, trying not to give in to the pleasure that slowly began to rise inside of me. "Oh? That's what that was? Are you sure," he asked teasingly as his hands traveled to the inside of my shirt. "Baron, stop." I tried to pull his hands out, but he easily overpowered me. "You said that I could do whatever I wanted if I let you come with me. This is what I want," he said, smirking as he cupped my breast and massaged them. I grabbed his forearms and gasped, "This isn't what I meant." He chuckled and stuck out his tongue, dragging it up my neck to my ear. "You wasn't very specific on the do's and don't on what I can do so this is your own fault," he whispered into my ear as his thumbs rubbed circles over my bra covered nipples. I moaned and rested my head on his shoulder as I squeezed his forearms. "For someone who doesn't want this, you sure are having a lot of fun," he chuckled, kissing my lips. "Shut up," I panted once he released my lips. I jumped when he pinched my nipples. "You don't make the rules. I do " he warned, a serious look on his face. I nodded and he reluctantly released my nipples. He removed his hands from under my shirt and wrapped his arms around me as he stood up and carried me upstairs to our bedroom. As he walked, I could feel how wet I became and how hard he was from that small amount of time.
He carefully set me down on the bed on my knees, holding me close to his body as he tilted my head back so I could look him in the eyes. "So while you were taking my pictures, what exactly were you focused on," he asked, hands sliding down to grip my ass. "Um your tattoos," I lied, trying to stay innocent. He massaged my ass slowly as he stared into my eyes. "Are you sure you weren't focused on anything else?" A smirk came to his face and I knew that he could tell that I was lying. "Yeah. They're so amazing," I continued to lie. He released me and stepped back, peeling off his shirt and tossed it before stepping back to me, holding out his arms. "Well which one do you like the most," he asked, admiring his tats. I looked him over and was about to speak until he stopped. "No talking. Use your lips," he whispered. I leaned in and pressed my lips against the red and black bird on his chest. I stuck out my tongue and traced the star on his shoulder. He groaned as he kissed the top of my head. "God, I love you," he whispered, "but you're driving me crazy over here." With that, he grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, the now rags of my shirt sliding off my arms. "Baron! That was a new shirt," I gasped, looking down. "I'll buy you ten more like that," he said, grabbing my bra. "Wait. That matches my panties," I said, trying to stop him, but failed when he ripped it off. "I can't wait," he grunted as he grabbed my legs and pulled them out from under me, making me fall back onto the bed. I sighed as he yanked off my sandals, shorts and panties. "So impatient," I said, shaking my head as he stripped all of the way down and climbed on top of me. "I'll make you regret saying that I could do whatever I want," he chuckled, rolling his hips, his cock rubbing against my slick entrance. "Well, someone was having fun," he said, looking down at my pussy. "Stop teasing me," I said, blushing as he kissed my cheek. "It's a good thing you like pain." I was about to ask him what he meant, but my words were cut off as he shoved himself completely inside of me. I arched out of the bed and sunk my nails into his shoulders, small beads of blood formed on his skin as he pound into me. I screamed his name as pain swept through me. He groaned as he squeezed my shoulders. "That's it baby. Say my name. Scream my fucking name. I want the neighbors to hear who's making you scream." He growled as he heard me scream his name from under him. "Baron! Oh, fuck me, Baron," I screamed as pleasure rocked my body. He buried his face in my neck, the sound of him grunting hit my ears. I licked up the droplets of blood that was on his shoulder from my nail marks. He groaned and lifted his head from my neck and looked down at me. "Baron," I panted as he pushed back my hair, "I want to ride you." Something flickered in his eyes as he nodded and flipped us over, his hands going to my hips. I placed my hands flat on his chest and threw my head back as I bounced on his dick. He groaned as he left one hand on my hip as the other went behind his head. "You look so beautiful riding my dick, baby. The way the light shines on your body and the way your breast bounce. You're so sexy," he groaned as he watched me. "You feel so good inside me," I moaned as my walls squeezed him. "So good. So good," I mumbled, making zero sense as my mind was lost in pleasure. "I'm so close, baby," he groaned as he squeezed my hip. I rubbed his chest slowly as I stopped and moaned his name as I came. "Oh shit," he growled as he filled me. I sighed as I laid down on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me. "You're not in any pain, are you," he asked, petting my head. "I'm fine," I said, looking at the scratch marks on his shoulders, "Sorry about scratching up your shoulders." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. "The tats cover them so you're good. If it was my back, then yeah, we would have a problem," he chuckled, making me laugh. "Well, I love your tats and your body so I'll try not to mark you up as much," I teased and kissed him. "I don't care. I'll wear those marks proudly because my girl made them after a night of love making." I kissed the mark that I left on his star tattoo and smiled at him. "Whatever makes you happy." He pulled me in for another tender kiss as I laid in his arms.