This chapter contains slashy goodness, if you don't like, don't read! I really love this story and I'll update as much as I can.

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Knippy

I had just agreed to sleep with Randy Orton, after he almost raped me? O- FML

This time was different. He kissed me with gentle sucks, I was mewling over the way our tongues meshed together. He wrapped his arms around my torso and held me tight. I wrapped mine around his broad shoulders and pressed up against him, the heat generated between us was probably adding to Global Warming.

He let his hands wander down to my lower back, to which I moaned and he recaptured my lips. He planted kisses on my face until he decided it was time to get serious, time for the bed.

He placed me down like a feather and kissed me again, the pleasure was overwhelming and I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down onto me. His huge hands placed at my hips, he looked at me for confirmation, I nodded. He undid my jeans and slowly pulled them down, leaving my boxers on. He attacked my chest with his mouth, leading back up to me neck.

I moaned, feeling him smile and grab my shoulders and pull me down to the edge of the bed where he ran his finger tips over the top of my thighs, which we now completely off the bed. I mewled and thrusted my hips upward. He smiled and walked back over to his bag. I would have sat up to see what he got, but I wasn't getting oxygen properly yet. He came back with a bottle in his hands, I looked at him confused, he smiled and removed his shirt,

"You don't need to worry about a thing, my sweet, just lay back and relax." He whispered in my ear.

I sat up finally and tugged at his belt. I got on to the floor, on my knees and looked up at him.

He raised his eyes brows, "Really? This isn't how I thought things would go, Mr. Emotional,"

"This is exactly how I want to do it," I started to undo his belt, but my hands were shaking. He finally swatted my hands away and did it himself, pulling his boxers down with his pants. I blushed at the sight. Cena wasn't kidding. All nine inches standing at attention for me.

I had giving a blow job once before but nothing like this, it would be a challenge.

Randy fell backwards into a chair (I might have pushed him...) and I lapped at the pre-cum that was dripped out of the head, he groaned, I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft and wrapped my lips around as much as I could. I heard him gasp and when I looked up, his eyes were closed tightly and his mouth open, making lovely sounds. I circled my tongue around, the muscle running smoothly across the slit, I heard him murmur profanities and I hummed, causing him to thrust into my throat. I gagged and coughed, trying to relax, he chuckled,

"Sorry," and I answered around his ever-hardening member.

"It's like you were made for this," He struggled to say, clutching the arms of the chair. I laughed and grabbed the base of his throbbing cock with my hand and thrusted in time with my bobbing head. Once he was close to the edge, I released him and let his cum cover my face and drip down onto my chest.

When he came down, he opened his eyes and looked at my cum-covered body. He was hard again instantly.

He picked up by by my armpits and laid be back down, resuming his original position, but ass-naked.

When I felt him pull on my boxers, I squeaked, he stopped and looked up at me,

"You ok, princess? We can stop if you want," I shook my head, "Do it," and closed my eyes.

"God, you act like you ain't ever seen yourself naked!" He chuckled and swiftly yanked off the cloth leaving me completely exposed. I opened one eye to see Randy look at me hungrily.

"You. Are. Perfect." He ran his hand over his head and grabbed to bottle from earlier, from my better view point, I saw the label.

Personal Lubricant.

I sat up and scrambled to the head of the bed.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Randy crawls on to the bed, our naked bodies inches apart.

I couldn't speak. Randy pulled me into him lap and held me. I rested my head on his chest, letting his heartbeat calm me down.

"I'm going to prep you, ok?"

"Will it hurt?"

"I'll make it feel amazing,"

I nodded and watched him open the bottle and coated his index finger in the clear goop. I wrapped my arms around his body and he held me up slightly. When his finger circled my entrance I whimpered and flinched.

He hummed to me and inserted the digit slowly. I squeaked and cried out at the unfamiliar feeling. He captured my lips as he withdrew and re-entered me. I let myself relax. As I got used to the feeling, he inserted another one and my feet flexed and I cried out again, tears erupting this time, though the pain was manageable, I guess it was just out of fear.

"You tell you if you hurt, ok? We don't have to do this." He reassured me.

"It's ok," I grunted, "I like the pain." We both smiled.

Then it came time for the third finger. "Stop!" I said, and he froze.

"You're doing wonderful, princess," He kissed the top of my head.

"I'm scared, are you sure it won't hurt?"

"You will feel great, trust me." I was having a hard time believing that. But, nonetheless, I nodded and he inserted the third one.

I screamed, I felt like he was going to rip me in half, I could feel blood trickle done my leg as I held tightly onto Randy. Tears pouring down my face, but Randy continued.

"You are the most wonderful princess, I've ever had," He cooed me and I sniffled.

"And you're my prince," I whispered.

"That's right, I'll always be here to save you."

I took at deep breath and waited for the tears to stop, "I'm ready."

he nodded and took his fingers back, which were, indeed, covered in blood. I shut my eyes and he carried me to the edge of the bed and laid me down gently. He took the bottle again and drenched his cock with the goop. He grabbed my ankles and placed them on his shoulders.

"Just relax ,ok?"

Looked up at him and smiled, "Fuck me, Randy Orton." He smiled to and grabbed hold of my cock and started pumping away at it.

I moaned and gripped the sheets. He slowly entered my body, I unleashed a wail and the tears returned. I cried out until he had buried himself in me. I opened one eye and saw him looking down at me. I shifted with the intruding member.

"Ah, move," I commanded and he complied. I felt the lube dripping out of my ass and his hand pumping on my leaking dick, I couldn't understand what I was feeling. When we plunged back in, he hit my magic button and I screamed and arched my back up. I swear I heard him laugh, but I was still convulsing when I landed on the bed.

"You are so pretty, my little princess."

"Again," I barked, and he viciously slammed into me and I screamed again and now he worked up a fast pace. I was too overcome by pleasure to realize that my mom had expected me home hours ago, she was probably furious, but I didn't care, this moment was the only thing that mattered.

Suddenly he stopped, just as I could feel my end coming.

He grabbed a pillow that was next to me, lift my hips off the bed and placed it under me. I cocked my eyebrow at him, he gave me a reassuring look and I shrugged, he was the experienced one.

When he resumed, I could tell the difference immediately, I howled at the new angle and moaned like a little slut when he leaned forward to suck on the side of my stomach.

"I'm gunna cum!" I screamed and he whispered in my ear, "Cum, Dwayne. Cum for me, and only me."

"Randy!" I shouted as I launched my hot seed into the air and watched it land around and on me. As I clenched my body I felt him release his into my body. When he pulled out, I felt it pour out.

He collapsed next to me, both of us riding out our orgasm.

"That's was amazing." I managed to get out. I turned my head to look at him.

He shook his head and sat up,

"Let's get cleaned up," he offered his hand to me and I tried to sit up, but I screamed in pain and fell back down. I sobbed silently.

He cupped the side of my face and smiled, "Leave it to me." I watched him walk away into the bathroom and I heard the water run.

He came out with a towel and a wet washcloth. He laid the washcloth over my stomach and wiped up all my cum. He them lifted my leg and washed off all the blood, lube and cum that had gathered there.

After he cleaned me up, he lifted me off the filthy bed. I curled up into his arms and closed my eyes until I felt him lower me into the warm bathwater. The hot water stung in my ass but felt so good to my aching muscles. He kissed the top of my head and walked out to let me soak.

I heard him on the phone with room service. "Yeah I need some new sheets, yeah, rough night, thank you."

He walked back into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet seat. He had his boxers on, but all I could see was his eyes looking right at me

I suddenly felt self-conscious and embarrassed. He probably fucked a different person everyday, here I was acting pathetic and inexperienced.

"Are you ok?" I heard him say, "I couldn't control myself and forgot you were a cherry." My mind focused on the 'were'. I was no longer a virgin. I gave myself to the one man I wanted to.

"I'm fine." I looked into the water, which had a pink tinge from the blood.

There was a knock on the door and Randy got up to answer it. I could see myself in the large shower head above. My black hair was messy and I had dark circles under my eyes.

How could he think that I was pretty? I was a hot mess.

I submerged my head under the water and let the water surround me. It was peaceful and the sound swished around me.

I hear two voices outside the door. Randy's and someone I didn't know. A girl maybe. I resurfaced and breathed in, and started coughing. I thought it was nothing, but I couldn't stop and blood started coming out. It landed on my hands and I looked at it in shock.

"Randy! I need you!" I yelled and started coughing again.

He barged into the door and looked at me.

"Dwayne?" He watched the blood splatter land in the water and he lifted me out. "We have to take you to the hospital."

"No! They'll call my mom! They'll know what we did!" I cried out.

He sighed, "That's not important, you're sick and I am responsible for you."

"But-"

"Don't argue with me!" He wrapped me in a towel an carried me out the door and ran for the elevators.

No one was out at this time of night, so I wasn't worried.

When the elevator came, he hopped in it and hit the button, I watched it light up.

"Randy, I'm sorry," I rested my head on his chest, he wasn't wearing a shirt, but he had his jeans on and his shoes without socks.

"Don't be, princess," He stroked my hair, "This isn't your fault."

I still felt guilty and when the doors opened, Randy barked at the valet for his car, getting an odd look from him. When the hummer was in sight, Randy jumped in, starting it up and placing me in the passenger seat.

We drove to the hospital, and I was still coughing blood when Randy ran into the lobby with my in his arms.

"I need some help here!" His husky voice yelled. I was starting to bet dizzy, my eyes closed. My heard people running around me, the nurses took me from Randy and placed me on a gurney.

"Randy?" I said my eyes refused to open.

"I'm right here, Dwayne," he said and held me hand.

Then I blacked out.