He woke up the next morning and heard the water running in the bathroom. He made his way out there and watched her with a smile. Her eyes were closed while the shampoo was being washed out of her hair. The moment the water was clear, he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him and he bent down to kiss her.
"You want me to get out of here so you can play with yourself as usual?" She joked.
"Why don't you do it for me?" He fired back.
"Gladly," she answered as she wrapped her hand around his dick.
She smirked at him as she started stroking him.
"Just lean back and enjoy it," she said in a low tone.
He leaned back against the tiles and closed his eyes. She nibbled gently on one of his nipples while still stroking him. He whispered her name before leaning down to kiss her again. The feeling of her hand and her lips on him made him cum.
She let go off him and took a step back. His eyes were still closed. He could still taste her on his lips. When he opened his eyes again, she was already out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body.
"Come back here," he pleaded.
"We can't stand in there all day. You get washed while I make breakfast," she said.
"But I wanna play too," he pouted.
He heard her chuckle as she left the bathroom. He hurried with his shower. He only had one thing on his mind. No way she was getting out of him having some fun with her too. He quickly dried himself before walking naked out in the kitchen.
"Dean..." she started as she saw him but he didn't give her a chance to finish that sentence.
He walked straight over to her, placed his hands under her ass to lift her up and put her down on her back on the table. His hand went up her dress to find her thong and pull it off her.
"When I say I wanna play, then I get to play," he said in a firm tone, almost like an order.
His fingers went inside her and she immetiately closed her eyes and started moaning. He felt how she got more and more wet by each time he pushed his fingers in.
His dick responded right away and stood straight up. He had to have her right there on the table. He pulled his fingers out and before she could react, he pushed his dick inside her. He lifted her legs up on his shoulders and looked down at her.
"I told you Moxley always got his way," he said.
Her eyes opened and she looked at him.
"But I don't want Moxley. I want you. I want Dean," she said.
"And you got me but that doesn't mean I can't fuck you like Moxley would have done," he said.
A loud moan escaped her lips and he thrust into her as hard as he could.
"Yeah, just like that," he said in a low tone as he thrust into her again.