Damian entered his locker room and smirked at the sight of his girlfriend Dalmatia in there waiting for him. She was wearing his favorite dress on her. Short with thick, vertical, black and white stripes. It went so well to her black hair and dark brown eyes.
"Hi, good looking," he said.
She smirked back at him as he placed his US title down on the bench. He sat down next to it and leaned forward to untie his boots.
"Keep them on," she said.
He looked up to see she was standing up. She crossed the floor and straddled him. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders and squeezed.
"Lie down," she said.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and maneuvered them around so he lied down on the bench with her on top of him. She moved her hands to his leather vest with the chains and pushed it more open so she could run her hands up his sweaty chest.
"You were fucking amazing in there," she said. "Do you know what it does to me when I watch my man beating up another man inside that ring?"
"Why don't you tell me?" He asked.
"I get so wet," she said. "I sit here in your private locker room and finger myself while watching you. When you win, I cum."
He grinned at her words. He knew she wasn't lying. He was well aware of the effect he had on her. She leaned over him and ran her tongue up over his stomach, chest and throat.
"I love the way you taste," she said.
She pushed herself down to his knees. Her nails ran down his chest and stomach. She opened his pants and pulled his dick out.
"So big already," she purred. "Is that for me?"
"Always, kitten," he said.
She pumped her hand up and down a couple of times before leaning over him to take him in her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and moaned. She was great at giving head. Her tongue and bottom lip were pierced, and those piercings always helped intensifying his pleasure.
"Dalmatia!" He growled.
He twisted more of her hair around his fist as a warning. She either moved her head or she would get a mouthful of him to swallow. She sucked harder and moved her head further down. He let out a loud moan and came in her mouth. He let go of her hair and she moved her head up and swallowed. She grinned at him, crawled up his body and kissed him.
"Like I said, I love the way you taste," she said.
He placed a hand behind her head, kissed her aggressively and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. He let out a low growl as a warning of what to come before letting go.
"When we get home," he said.
"Then what?" She asked innocently.
"You know damn well what's to come," he said. "I'm gonna paint your ass red so you can't sit down tomorrow. Then I'm gonna eat you out until your pussy hurts so bad that you're begging me to stop. And then I'll fuck you so hard that you can't walk tomorrow either. I'll have you a shivering mess before the night is over."
