Betrayal at a Party

Paige relaxed and watched the other party guests, mix and mingle. She was looking around for her boyfriend Seth Rollins, but she was having no luck. She decided to take a walk and check out this place. Triple H and Stephanie were hosting a pre-Night of Champions party, at their house, and from what Paige knew, this place was amazing. The party was in full swing and so she decided to go off and look for Seth, since a few people had told her that they had seen him, upstairs. Once she got upstairs, she heard laughter coming from one of the rooms. She approached it slowly and then wished she hadn't. She opened the door and saw her boyfriend, Seth Rollins, on his back, with her soon-to-be ex-friend, Becky Lynch, on top of him, riding him as if she were a jockey on a prize winning thoroughbred stallion. She didn't say a word, just closed the door and left. She found a small room, down the hall, and went inside. She wanted to cry, but she wasn't going to let the party guests see her cry. Looking around the room, Paige continued to be impressed with the luxurious décor of the house.

"Mind if I join you?" Sarah was startled at the voice, she'd not heard anyone else enter the room. He closed the door quietly behind him and walked over to sit on the sofa next to her, not waiting for her to respond. Sarah hadn't seen him around the party earlier, nor at a previous party. He looked at her and she knew it was wrong, but this was Dean Ambrose and what better way to get even with her cheating boyfriend, then to sleep with his ex-best friend. He sat at an angle, looking down the sofa at her. "So, what's a girl like you doing in a room like this, crying her eyes out?", he asked as he softly brushed away a tear, that had fell. "I'm looking for some peace and quiet, since my ex-boyfriend is now screwing my ex-best friend", she said standing up and straitening out her dress. Dean looked at Paige and smiled. He wanted to get even with Seth, for the longest time, and what better way then to sleep with his girl. "So, you wanna get even with him?", he asked in a low growl. Paige turned around and just looked at him.

Paige tried to ignore him. "I... I can't. I mean I d... don't want to. I'm going to ummm, go back to the party now." She didn't move though and felt her breath catch in her throat as his mouth delicately kissed her neck. "P... please stop." Her phone vibrated, as he leaned in to kiss her lips. Feeling her body warming and urging towards this hot guy, Paige tried to resist, but her lips parted of their own accord and she moaned slightly as his tongue softly pushed in to her mouth. Her movement on the sofa had pulled her coat open further and her breasts heaved as her breathing deepened. His hand closed over one of them, squeezing and pressing, thumb expertly flicking her nipple in to hardness through her silky bra. Their kiss deepened and her hand held his head close, mussing his hair. As her thigh pressed against him, her eyes widened as she felt the bulge in his trousers. Evident through his trousers and hers, the bulge was impressive: "Oh God, you're so big," she gulped, breaking the kiss for a moment. It was then that she realized that she had accidentally dialed Seth's number, from the text screen, and now he heard everything.

He just winked at her and kissed down over her neck and let his lips linger on her sensitive collar bone. She started to reach for the phone, but Dean's lips closed around her hardened nipple, his hands pulling her bra aside. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "Oh that feels so good." Her chest pushed forward against his mouth, her sensitive nipples teased and pulled by his teeth. Dean unbuttoned her shirt and deftly undid her bra leaving her gorgeously naked from the waist up. As her breathing became a little uneven, Dean stood up. He could see what was going on with her phone and smiled to himself, but kept eye contact with her. She lay back on the sofa, wide eyes looking up at him as her breasts sunk only slightly under their impressive weight. "You want to see this Paige?", he asked, loudly enough for the phone to transcribe. His hand pulling his trousers tight over his bulge to show how large it was he carried on, "you want me to take my cock out?" Paige nodded nervously, "Tell me Paige, tell me you want to see it."
Paige knew she shouldn't, but her body was betraying her: nipples hard and sensitive, a damp patch already forming in her panties, her body exposed to him like the slut she never thought she'd be. "I... oh, please Dean, show me, show me your cock." She could barely believe it was her voice saying those words. He smiled down at her, still keeping eye contact. As her phone vibrated, impatiently on the arm of the sofa with an incoming call, his hands deftly undid his belt and zipper. He undid his shirt but left it on, then pushed down his jean and boxers, in one swift move. Standing up he revealed his full 9", thick, length to her. He was hard; not fully throbbing erect but pointing out impressively at Paige and swaying slightly. Her eyes couldn't leave it, she'd never seen one so large. "Oh God," she mumbled. He stepped closer, it was only inches from her now. She nervously reached out a hand and wrapped it around his shaft. Her delicate hand went all the way around, but only just. He stepped closer again. She could see the tip glistening slightly with pre-cum and he shuddered as she used her thumb to collect the juice from his sensitive tip and taste it, looking up at him now.
Stepping one last step, Dean knelt on the sofa, knees either side of her with his cock hanging thickly in front of her mouth. Her hand kept stroking him, as she opened her mouth. Letting him lean in to her she took the bulbous cock head in her mouth, feeling him swell in her as he hardened more, and hearing him moan above her. His salty pre-cum oozed in to her mouth as she sucked and she felt saliva dribble out of her mouth down his shaft as she struggled to swallow. She closed her eyes and moaned, so aroused at the size of the cock she was worshipping. Her hand stroked his shaft harder now, lubricated with the saliva escaping her mouth. Her lips moved up and down the top of his shaft and her tongue teased his head. He moaned again above her. He looked down at her closed eyes and grinning to himself, reached over quickly to accept the incoming call from her boyfriend. "Hmmm Paige. You're a real pro. Fuck babe, you really know how to work that cock."
Looking up at him, she kept eye contact as she sucked, loving the expression of pleasure on his face. She slowed down slightly though, her pussy was soaking and crying out for attention. "I think you want more of this cock don't you, Paige?" he asked. Not waiting for her to respond, he stood back up, pulling his cock out of her mouth and hand. They both looked at it, it was messy with her saliva and his pre-cum and hung there between them, hard and throbbing. He sat down on the sofa and looked at her. "Take your panties off," he commanded. Standing, trembling, she did as she was told. "Wow you are a hottie. Come here and show me that pussy", he said as he held his arms out. Paige stepped close to him and felt her body shake slightly as his confident hands caressed her thighs, pushing her legs apart. It was all she could do to stop her hips thrusting forward at him. She stood there fully exposed, her legs spread showing her swollen and glistening pussy lips. His finger ran up the length of her slit, spreading her wetness up and over her clit, making her moan loudly, steadying herself with a hand on his head. As his finger parted her pussy lips, some of her wetness escaped visibly, running down her thigh.
As his finger touched her, she glanced over and saw her phone sitting there, still active. Her eyes widened as she realized that there was an active call with her boyfriend... that he could hear everything. She tried to stifle the moan that burst through her as Dean's finger circled around her clit but couldn't. Her hips were now pressed against his hand, bucking and shaking as he expertly touched her. Leaving his thumb caressing her clit, his finger pushed back down over her slit and pushed inside her making her knee buckle and nearly collapse "F-F-Fuck,.,Dean," she swore through clenched teeth "I'm so wet for you fuck." Dean leaned back, spreading his arms as they both looked down at his throbbing, hard, thick cock. "You want this babe?" he asked. Paige tried to straddle him but he pushed her back with one strong hand. "You need to ask nicely first," he said, keeping eye contact with her. "I... oh... please Dean," her hand reached out to stroke it. "It's so...big I... I really want it. Please. I... I want to feel... to feel it in... inside me."
Grinning at her, he removed his hand and let her straddle over his thick cock. She moaned as his tip pushed against her entrance, positioning herself she slowly slid down over him. Looking in to his eyes with shock as he half-filled her, her hands tightened on his shoulders "Oh oh oh God, you you... fuck I'm going to ... CUUUUUUUM" she moaned loudly as her pussy twitched around the thickest cock she'd felt. Dean just held her there as she came, not moving his cock as she calmed down. Then he cupped her ass with both hands and started to pull her further on to his cock, her unintelligible moans filling his ear. He paused again as she was fully impaled on him. Pausing to let her feel how he filled her. Then she started to move on him and he used his hands to lift her up and back down on to his thick cock. She moaned loudly again "you... you're so big fuck I'm so full of you." He was fucking her hard now, hips bouncing off the sofa to meet her on each stroke, cock pounding in and out of her. Paige could feel his cock swelling and her pussy shaking again, another orgasm approaching. "Oh oh please, please cum in me" she begged.

They fucked harder and harder, his cock wetly filling her pussy over and over. Paige's moans reached a crescendo as another orgasm swept through her body "OH…MY…GOD! DDDDDEEEAAAAANNNN!" Her tightening pussy pushed him over the edge and he grunted loudly, standing up and holding her effortlessly as his cock pumped stream after stream in to her pussy. Paige bit in to his shoulder as her body kept orgasming around him. Eventually they both stopped and collapsed back on to the sofa. Dean's cock, softening now, but still inside Paige's pussy, mixed juices dribbling out of her and down her thighs. He reached over and picked up her phone, the call still active. "I guess you won't be home tonight?" he asked her. "No... no I think I'll stay here tonight." Dean ended the call.