Part Two
The addiction doesn't stop. Unfortunately for CM Punk, it gets worse.
Since she's moved over to Smackdown and started feuding with Bianca, everything's been great. People love the dynamic between sweet, innocent but badass Bianca and the strong, but cowardly heel.
Punk finds it hard to think about work, though, recently. He hasn't thought about the gym, his angles, his promos, his booking — sure, he's been hurt, but that's no excuse. He doesn't have long before he's cleared by the medical staff, but he hasn't even been thinking about that.
All he thinks about is her.
They've been meeting at every chance. If she is able to stop in Chicago for a couple days before Friday night, she will. So far, she's flown in twice and this is her third time. When Punk brings her back to his house, he doesn't waste time pressing her back against his front door and kissing her.
"Phil," she snickers, dropping all of her luggage in the foyer, "you're insatiable these days…"
His rehab is going well, so he doesn't wear the arm
brace anymore — just wraps it. And he's not had to travel for every RAW live event, so he's been able to really work out and strengthen his muscles. He's really beefed up, muscle wise, and Punk can see her big eyes trailing over his biceps and chest. He adorns a sleeveless tanktop, his usual attire these days as he makes his way from the gym to home and back.
"You're the one in a sundress…you drive me crazy wearing shit like that." His tattooed hand cups a big chunk of her ass cheek through the pink checkered fabric. She squeaks and Punk uses his other hand to slide under the ruffles of the dress. He finds the front of her soft cotton panties and rubs in tight circles.
"Oh!" she bucks against his hand, "Punk, fuck."
Punk likes how responsive she is. He can feel her cunt already hot through her underwear and when he presses his fingers between her thighs he can feel her getting wet, too. She never takes too long to get dripping for him; sometimes he thinks she's wet before he even touches her. "Cunt's already wet," he breathes, still rubbing his two middle fingers on her clothed clit, "you always like this? This wet all the time?"
She nods, her pretty eyelashes falling across her cheeks as her eyes fall shut with pleasure. "I — yeah, I've always been like that." She sounds embarrassed, but Punk's already sliding to his knees.
"Good thing I'm thirsty…" He puts her legs over his shoulders, holding her against the door and sliding her so his face is pressed right under the pink dress dress and into her crotch. Punk's inhaling her scent deep — he fucking missed that smell. It makes his cock twitch in his shorts. He's never been into eating pussy this much, but something about how her slit dribbles around the corners of his mouth makes his dick swell fully.
"Oh my god," she groans, and she's got manicured nails in his hair, "right there, Punker…"
He finds himself biting at the skin around her thigh, making her squeal and pull his hair. "Don't tell me where, I fucking know where…" he pulls the bottoms of her panties to the side and slips two thick fingers inside her. Her cunt is slick and makes gushing noises as he finger fucks her and he feels his mouth dropping open with lust at the noise. "Such a pretty wet pussy…" he pushes his mouth to her sopping core, and after slurping, rubbing, and gently bouncing her on his tongue — when he pulls back the gray of his beard is slick with her cum.
"Christ," her head falls back against the door and Punk chuckles, adjusts her so he's holding her around her thighs. Her legs are now around his waist.
"You can call me that," Punk jokes, carrying her to his bedroom and easily tossing her back on his mattress, "you can pray at the alter of Punk, that's totally fine."
She rolls her eyes at him, all pretty and spread out on the bed. She's kicking her panties off herself, letting them slide off of her ankle and drop onto his carpet. "Your ego is way too big," she smirks.
He slips his gym shorts off, rubbing his length through his boxer briefs. He rubs himself over the fabric, letting the pink tip slip slightly out from under the hem. Her eyes meet his and they go dark as they drift down to his cock. "I think my ego is allowed to be big…" Punk shrugs, his hand still stroking himself through his underwear, "I can back it up."
" 'Course…" she mumbles, eyes trained on his cock and licking her lips.
"Wanna suck it, slut?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
She's scrambling up on her knees, bent over in her dress at the bottom of the bed as she's running hands over his toned belly. She lets her thumb pad brush over the slitted tip of his cock that peeks out and Punk is already pulling her hair into a ponytail for him to hold. She pulls his briefs down his thighs and when his cock bobs out, he feels her hum in delight. She holds it with two hands, stroking with heart eyes and Punk feels like God.
"Stop playing with it, put it in your mouth," Punk grunts, using the hand clasped around her hair to shove her down.
She grumbles, always the brat, but obliges. She slips the head into her mouth and eases it down her throat, and Punk can't help but let his head fall back in pleasure. She sucks dick so sloppy, really bobbing her head and slipping it down her throat so far that Punk always feels like his head's going to explode. "Such a good fucking mouth…" he moans, his crow's feet wrinkling with the way he's squeezing his eyes shut. His thin lips are pulled into a tight line and from below she lets one hand slide up his body and into his beard — feeling him.
"You're into the beard, huh?" he's smirking. She pulls off of his dick with a slurrrrp, making Punk grunt.
"It burns my pussy," she says flatly, and Punk can't help but lean over and laugh into her hair.
"I can't stop eating it, though," and she looks up at him with big eyes and his breath catches, "It's all I think about."
She squints at him, "you like it that much?"
Punk shoves her backwards on the bed, sick of all this talking when his dick is throbbing against his stomach. She squeaks, but obliges, scrambling to the top of the mattress as Punk pushes onto the bed like a predator. He shoves his face under her dress again, licking a long wet stripe between her pussy lips.
He hums as she twitches, makes whimpering noises. It's exactly what he wants to pull from her — those delicious fucking noises. "P-Punk…" she whines as he uses his thumb to rub flat against her swollen, soaked clit. He spanks her pussy, enjoying the way she gasps and thrashes against the sheets.
"She's so swollen and pretty…" he uses his middle finger to rub swiftly at her clit again, and he can see sweet wetness slipping out of her swollen hole where he finger fucked her. "I love how she blushes when I eat her…" he chuckles darkly, pinches her thigh. "Turn over. I've missed you worse than I thought."
He feels her shiver due to his words, and she does — turns and sits on her knees facing the headboard with her sundress pulled up over her hips. Punk immediately presses his thumb to her asshole, feeling the way her cum has dripped between her cheeks from laying on her back. She says, "shit, Phil," and he smirks.
"What?" Punk gives her a swift thwack on the ass with his palm and she pushes her face into his navy blue pillow, "what's my name again? I like when you say it." His thumb slips further inside her pink, puckered hole and she tenses and throws her head to the side. Her hair is a mess in her face and Punk leans forward, pushes it to the side for her.
"Please, Phil," she begs, and he pushes his thumb into her to the first knuckle. He can sees drip of pussy juice slip down her thigh, and he can't fucking take this anymore.
He holds her cheeks apart, admiring the way her waist curves inward and then outward with her hips. "Your ass is fucking fat," he curses and presses the tip of his cock into her cunt, watching it press inside the pretty swollen slit. She's so warm and velvety inside, completely enveloping him and making him choke on his own breath.
"Sh-shit…" Punk curses, feeling her bottom out as his balls press fully against her. They feel so swollen and grips her hips, taking deep breaths not to shoot his load into her right now.
She looks over her shoulder, starts pressing back against him and slightly jiggling her thighs. "Are you okay back there?"
Punk bites his lip so hard he almost breaks skin. At this moment he feels old — he used to have so much regular sex, and had so much casual sex back during his first WWE run. He remembers going for hours. And this girl has him doing the deep breath technique on the first stroke. He's so fucked.
"Hush," he tries to swat her ass, but it's half hearted and useless. She bites her tongue, smirking and Punk catches a knowing look in her eye as she twists back around and sits still and quiet until Punk begins to move against her again.
He hears her breath begin to stutter the deeper he goes and soon he's got a steady pace going with her, pulling her back against his chest as his hips work into her. Her pussy sounds so vulgar and wet, and Punk adores the ways he makes a mess of his blankets and comforter every time. He reaches around her body, begins rubbing slow circles into her clit as he slowly fucks up into her.
"You almost came," she smirks into her ear and he rolls his eyes — he never gets away with anything with this brat.
"Shut up," he pants, and only now he realizes how tired he sounds — how wrecked his voice is. His calloused hands slide up to clutch her bouncing tits, letting his thumbs and pointer fingers twist her pink nipples and making her release yummy moans.
"Phi - i- i -iiillll…" she whines as he drills thick and hard upwards into her sloshing cunt. His hips begin to stutter erratically when she starts begging and saying his name. He can't help it.
"Come on," he shoves into her so deep that his hand on her lower tummy feels the shove of his own cock. He uses his middle finger to press and rub hard onto her swollen clit, "cum all over me. I'm going to pump you fucking full."
She's bitten her bottom lip swollen and red and when she twists to meet Punk's dark eyes as he works her, he can't help but kiss her. She tastes a bit bloody, like she's bitten the inside of her mouth and Punk can't take it — he stiffens and shoots in her.
He feels warm wetness drip from his fingers and pants heavily, letting his dick fall limp inside her. He wishes he could keep around, slip it inside all the time — make her cheeks pinken at any point in the day from slipping his leaking tip against her lips through her shorts. Or lay in bed all day, just keeping his cock warm inside her — letting it get hard, using her, filling her and repeating. That'd really be the life, fuck all of this fame bullshit. He falls limp against the pillows, his slick cock pulling from her. She lays on her side now, ass facing his front and he can't help but let his hand drift down her body.
He watches as she gets goosebumps along her skin wherever he touches, and he smirks. He moves to grab her ass cheek, and pulls her apart to see his white, sticky cum leaking out from between her thighs. Punk curses the way his cock twitches.
"Did I make a mess of this pretty pussy?" he asks, slipping a finger inside the wet mix of cum and cunt juice between her deliciously thick thighs.
She nods, rolling to lay on her tummy. She uses both of her own hands to spread her cheeks for him, looking over her shoulder. "Such a mess," she moans.
Punk could die, she sounds so sexy. He crawls around to straddle her legs, staring down at her stretched, used hole with his cum slipping out of her. He can't help it — he uses two fingers to push the thick, white substance back inside of her. Her dripping core makes gushing noises and Punk says, "listen to that nasty pussy talk back to me…"
His mouth starts at the mound, where she has a patch of sticky, wet hair and he starts to lap his tongue over the mess between her legs. "Shit, Punker, you're killing me…"
Punk snorts, and she moans when she feels it against her. He moves his nose down to simply rest on her clit, shoving two fingers into her already abused hole as he catches his breath. She's panting, a sweaty mess of a girl who keeps twisting his sheets in her fists.
"Such a sloppy cunt," he smirks, uses his sticky cum to rub her clit, "dirty girl, are you going to cum?"
She's nodding, her cheeks flushed red and her face screwed up in pleasure. Her hips are starting to thrust back against his fingers and he rubs her clit in tight, rough circles that makes her squeal.
"P-unnkkk…"
Punk eases his head between her thighs, and keeps up the pace on her clit as he sticks his tongue out flat with a wild look in his eyes. He sees her cunt pulse as she moans, "I'm cumming, oh god…"
Warm squirt spurts across his beard, his lips, his nose. He rubs her through a wet, nasty orgasm that leaves them in a sticky puddle. Punk uses his thumb to catch some of her juices on his beard, sucks it into his mouth with a smirk as she pants beneath him.
"Christ," she breathes.
He raises his eyebrows, still sucking his own fingers clean. "I told ya babe," he shrugs, grinning, "bow down."
