Quick Note: an overactive imaginitaion is always good to have, a dirty mind's a terrible thing to waste... i can go on with this all night, but I won't.

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Are we, the readers seeing yet that I am probably a nympho where the men of the wwe are concerned? If not then it should be clear soon enough.

My dirty mind knows no bounds, so if you read this and like it let me know if there's a Superstar you'd like to see getting a little loving, and I'll do my best to get 'em in here. I really hope you guys are all enjoying this series. It's a blast to write them. Remember, if you want to see someone, then all you have to do is message or R+R, tell me who.

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John checked his messages again, and still nothing. His girlfriend never went this long without calling him and though they had a fight the night before, and a pretty bad one, at that, he figured they were alright. But it was almost 12 am and he hadn't heard from her.

All the note on his pillow said when he'd woken and found it, was she was going out. But that'd been before he'd even left for the arena.. He flopped onto the bed they shared and sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he dialed her number again.

He couldn't lose her, he loved her and he was addicted to her, the things she could do to him and the things she could make him do with one look from her warm brown eyes.

But nights like tonight when her wilder side came out, it really drove the poster boy batshit insane. Made him want to punch something. He 'd known she was wild as hell when he'd started seeing her, and he hadn't once tried to change that.

Was she gone for good this time? Had she finally gotten tired of one woman and one man? Was he boring her or something?

His hand went for the light beside the bed and he felt her hand close around his wrist, felt a handcuff clamp loosely around it. "No lights."

John's cock stiffened instantly, straining beyond the jeans he wore and he growled. "Where the fuck were you, babe?" he asked as Jayde straddled him and held a finger to his lips before devouring them in a hungry kiss.

"I'm still furious with you, Cena. Just too damn horny to care right now. It's called anger sex and you're gonna enjoy it." Jayde whispered in a silky velvet like voice with her lips against his ear as she sucked his earlobe.

This.. This was the main reason he knew he'd go nuts if she ever left him. He'd never be able to fuck another girl without being bored, falling asleep.

"Mmmm. I am, am I?" he drawled as his free hand slid down her back, squeezed her nice round ass. "And what if I'm gettin sick of being your bitch, Jayde?"

"Good joke, Cena. We both know you're not going anywhere." Jayde giggled in the dark, leaning over, her long black hair brushing against his now bare chest as she grabbed his hand and said "And I don't want you moving a single muscle." as another handcuff went around that wrist, and now he was completely at her mercy.

"I could walk right out of here, leave you with that throbbing and aching hard on.. Go to Randy's room and let HIM dick me, ya know.." she mused as John growled, fought to get free from the handcuffs. "I bet Randy would NEVER let me get away with half the fun stuff you let me get away with though." she added, sucking his neck, leaving teeth marks, leaving HER mark on him. It always went this way. She took control in the bedroom.

"Not smart to tease me like this, Jayde." he muttered as he sat halfway, leaned her head down and grazed her rock hard nipples with his teeth, smirking when she cried out, when she ground herself against his erection. "We both know you wouldn't touch Randy." he added, sucking her earlobe, doing what he could without his hands to turn her on.

Jayde growled and then pouting said "You're ruining my surprise. Shut up." as she crashed her lips against his, sucking his tongue as it flicked out, roaming her neck.

"Got something else you can suck on like that." John said in her ears as Jayde muttered, "Pig." before slowly unzipping the jeans he wore, then going down, pulling them off, stopping to leave a bite mark on his lower abdomen as her warm brown eyes gazed up at him, almost glowing in the dark.

" Be a good boy and I might." Jayde whispered as she got his pants and boxers down, his shoes off. Her eyes fixed on his cock and she groaned, licking her lips, instantly getting wetter than she thought possible without his hands all over her.

She positioned her chest over it as it stood at attention and putting her hands on either side of her breasts, she squeezed them together, holding them tightly around his cock.

John groaned and growled, licking his lips as he watched her, wanting to pound her so badly right now that every pore in his body felt it. "Damn baby.. Mmmm, Jayde." he called out over and over, bucking his hips, thrusting his cock between those full and perky breasts of hers.

When her tongue slowly slid across the head of his dick, he bit his lip and growled, muttering, "I swear to God, I'm gonna break this damn headboard if you don't stop teasing."

"Baby..." she pouted as she looked up at him. John instantly settled down and looked at her, their eyes locked on one another as her tongue danced around the tip of his cock.

Then she stopped using her breasts to tease him, and took his cock into her mouth, going down as far and as deep as she could with it, slowly lapping up and down the entire hardened length of it, as he groaned and bit his lip, tried to work his hands free from the pink fuzzy handcuffs.

He groaned as he watched her hand slid down her body, settle between her legs, rubbing her own fingers across her clit. All he could do was watch and wish like hell he knew where the key was. Not that he didn't love this, but.. He wanted to do that. His tongue was sticky almost llike it'd stick to the roof of his mouth and he wanted nothing more but to grab her, hold her against the bed and fuck her until she had no senses left.

Not watch her getting herself off. That was his job, he was damn good at it too.

But, he didn't fight her. Instead he asked, "If I watch you, and I'm good... Can you take the cuffs off?"

She shook her head, laughed a soft and sexy laugh as she said "Oh no you don't. Tonight is about me getting what I want."

She continued to thrust her fingers in and out, groaning, moaning and calling his name, as her back arched and she rubbed her soaking wet sex against his beyond hard erection.

"Enough." he growled as he gritted his teeth, his cock aching to be inside of her. At this rate he'd blow his load the second she finally let him fuck her.

Or fucked him, whichever way it happened.

Having had enough of giving him a free show, and wanting his cock inside of her, she turned facing away, and lowered herself down slowly onto his cock, as she began to ride him.

John's breathing hitched as he watched her ass bounce, watched her body taking his cock, helplessly. She arched her back and he felt her walls tensing tight around him, felt her coating his erection with her release. Then without pulling herself off of him, she slowly turned around and fumbled around on the nightstand.

"Just for a little bit, mister." she muttered as she set one of his hands free from the cuffs.

John growled and then begged with his eyes, knowing she couldn't resist it. "Please? You know you want me touching you like you were touching yourself."

"Fine." she muttered as she unlocked the other cuff.

John's hands roamed over her curves slowly, groping her breasts, squeezing them, kneading them as he slid his tongue between them, holding them pressed together.

"Fuck.. John.. Oh fuck yes." she moaned, licking her own lips, riding him a little faster. She felt him slamming into her from below, and when he stood and carried her to the dresser, then swept all the stuff littering the top off into the floor, she groaned. "Johnnnnnnn."

"Say it, Jayde."

"Oh fuck... John... Make me cum... Please?" she moaned, arching her back as his hands gripped her thighs, wrapping her legs around him as he bounced her up and down on his cock, growling. His orgasm was close, he could feel it.

"Mmmm, fuck.."

Jayde slid off the dresser, put her hands on his chest, pushing him back into a chair, straddling his lap as she slid back onto him, gripping his shoulders then holding his hands so he couldn't move them.

John growled at her holding his hands when she'd finally let him move them. "God damn it, Jayde.." he almost whined, biting his lip as he looked at her, licked her lips, then her breasts and nipples.

Jayde shook her head, shrugging innocently. "Oh John... Oh fuck.." she ground out as she felt her walls clamping around his cock.

John growled as he leaned in, biting her neck, leaving marks as he slammed into her as fast as he could possibly move. He felt her walls clamping around his cock, milking him completely as he continued to slam into her, spilling his own hot release inside of her.

"Oh JOHN!" she groaned as her nails dug into his back, then her teeth grazed his shoulder, leaving a bite mark in their wake.

They sat in the chair panting, as John watched her, a satisfied smirk on his face as Jayde winked and asked cheekily, "Was it as fun for you as it was for me? I've never had angry sex, always wanted to try it. You're not still mad at me for picking that fight now, are you?" she asked, pouting innocently.

John groaned then said "You picked the fight?" before leaning in and kissing her as he said "No, babe. Not mad. Not at all. We should fuck every time we fight. I enjoyed this."

He stood, with her still wrapped around his waist and walked to the bed, sitting down on it, then lying back, her body pressed against him as his arms went around her and his hand went through her long black hair.

Moral of the story: Make love, not war.