Running with a Goddess Ch. 6
With Alexa Bliss
By Harbinger
Tags: M/F, voyeur, strip, rough fuck, oral, rimming, anal, creampie
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story and never took place, and brings me no money.







It had been a week or so since Michelle had left us and headed back to Canada. It had been a very interesting, and exhausting time with Michelle.

Michelle was a lovely girl, and I can see why she and Lexi got along so well. They both also had similar… appetites. Lexi and I were willing and flexible when it came to sharing each other with Michelle, and sharing Michelle with each other.

After she left, Lexi and I took some time to recoup. Our sex lives slowed down for the week, as having Michelle around had been new and exciting, and each of us cashed in on our shared presence as much as we could. So in summary, Lexi and I needed a bit of a breather.

We were both still in love with each other's bodies, and were as easily aroused by each other as we were when we first met. So we still spent the week like we usually did; heavy flirting, and hanging out anywhere from nude to in various stages of undress.

We did plenty of foreplay that week, but not every day, and we also stayed away from what Lexi jokingly referred to as "jungle fucking."

Lexi could be very compassionate and heartfelt in the moment, but she was also confident enough in our relationship and attraction in each other that she was capable of making jokes about us like that.

"Hey Wayne?" Lexi asked as we got ready for Raw.

"Yo?" I responded as I pulled my security shirt over the grip of my .38.

"Are we okay?" she asked, sitting on the arm of the sofa, her arms crossed. "We seem fine, but… neither of us have initiated real sex since Michelle left."

I could tell by the way Lexi was biting her plump lower lip that she had more to say, so I just watched her, letting her know that I was listening, and ready to hear her out.

"Did I,did I fuck something up by bringing Michelle here?" she asked, and hugged herself tighter, something she always did when anxious.

"No, not at all," I said, stepping into her space and wrapping her in a hug that she quickly responded to, hugging me back just as tight. I kissed her hair and inhaled her scent. I had fallen so madly in love with the girl I was hired to protect.

"Do you promise?" Lexi questioned, her words muffled by her face being pressed so firmly into my chest. She could have turned her head, but she chose not to. I think she was breathing me in as well.

"Yes I do, Alexis. If we weren't okay, I would have told you. To be honest, I'm just a bit… worn out," I admitted.

"Really?" my Goddess questioned.

"Yeah," I confirmed with a laugh. "You two have crazy sex drives, which I was happy to meet, but that paired with keeping ourselves in the shape we're in is a lot of work."

'I feel the exact same way!" Lexi shared with big eyes and a giggle. "Alright. I'm just so glad we're both okay with each other still, and that bringing another girl in didn't hurt us."

"Lex, you brought another girl in, but you didn't bring another girl between us," I said, and we hugged tightly again.

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The show that night was about as usual as it got until Lexi was gearing up for her match. She was up against Lacey Evans, who I couldn't give a smaller shit about.

Lexi was in the locker room longer than usual, and when she came out, she had a worried look on her face.

"Lex, what's wrong?"

"I'm gonna tell her no, but I told her I would ask first," she said, looking up at me from under her lashes. She knew I had such a hard time telling her no when she did that.

I crossed my arms and waited for her to continue.

"So, back when I was single, me and the girls would place bets on our matches. Me and Lacey know who wins our match, but only we know who wins ours," she explained.

"Who bet what on your match?" I asked, still staring her down.

"The entire WWE knows we're together," she pointed out, and bit her lip. I raised both eyebrows, urging her to continue. "So they worked you into the bet. Keep in mind we can say no."

"Alexis, get to the point," I growled, using her full name. Her full name was reserved for when I was actually grumpy or losing patience.

"The locker room bet that if I win, you fuck Lacey." My arms dropped down to my side and I snarled. Lexi knew I didn't like Lacey. "Here me out, Wayne, God!" Lexi pouted, crossing her arms this time. "But if she wins, the girl's locker room… watches you fuck me in the ring…."

I stared at her, my best security poker face in play, my eyes completely cold. "Lexi, who wins the match?" I asked, my lips barely moving as I spoke.

"She does," she answered, looking at her hands, which she was nervously wringing.

"Mhmm," I mumbled, still keeping her pinned down with my glare, and submissively, she didn't make eye contact. "How the fuck did I get brought into this?" I asked, trying to get all the info before I said anything else.

"They like you," she shrugged. "Last week, Liv Morgan accepted the bet conditions for her match, and she ate out Lana in the girl's shower," Lexi mumbled, wondering if other examples of the bet would lessen the temper she didn't know if I had or not.

"But you didn't stay to watch," I pointed out.

Lexi finally looked up to me and said, "I haven't participated in any of the locker room bets since we've been together." That got the tiniest smile out of me. "Seth was in on it, too. He and Becky were featured in the bets occasionally. They had ground rules, such as he'd only cum in Becky."

"Well that's noble," I chuckled. "But I'll never question their love for each other," I said as an afterthought.

"I'll be right back and you can walk me to the ring. I'll go tell the room no," she said, and turned.

"Hold up," I said, taking her little hand in mine. "We didn't talk about this; you only explained things to me."

"Are you considering it?" Lexi asked, still fidgeting with her hands.

"I'm not going to instantly say no without actually discussing it. I don't own you, Lexi. We had this discussion with Michelle, too," I pointed out.

"Well…" Lexi began, chewing her lip again. "I already know I don't win, so you'll be doing me. But in the ring… with the women's division watching…."

"I'm not going to lie," I began, letting my guard down a bit, "Fucking Alexa Bliss, in-ring, with the women's division outside like it's a porno Lumberjack Match, is any straight guy's dream."

Her face lit up. "So… if I feel comfortable with it, and if you do… should I tell them we accept the terms of the bet?"

I took in a deep breath, held onto it for a three-count, and let it back out. "We accept," I nodded, and Lexi smiled at me ear to ear, showing me her shiny white, perfect teeth.

She disappeared into the locker room and came out again a bit later. "Alright, time for me to go beat the shit out of Lacey Evans, get distracted by Randy Orton, and then lose the match," she said, taking my hand and beginning to skip to the ring.

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Sure as shit, the match happened exactly as Lexi said it would. I was watching backstage with the rest of the women's division, who all catcalled loudly and started patting my back and grabbing my shoulders as if I was on the winning team of the Super Bowl.

"I hope you're ready for your match tonight, Wayne," Liv Morgan said to me with a wink.

"My match tonight?" I asked, looking at the smoke show of a blonde behind me.

"You have a lumberjack match against Alexa after the show, you goon," she teased. "Me and the girls are the lumberjacks," she said with a toothy grin, much like Lexi's. "Randy even agreed to help you gear up," Liv added.

"Why does Randy know about this?" I asked, a little pissed about the lack of discretion.

"Because the guys have a very similar pool, Wayne. You don't know that because you're not dating one of them. You're friends with a lot of them, but you're in our pool now," Charlotte Flair explained.

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Randy didn't have to set me up with much gear; mainly WWE grade knee pads and an arm sleeve.

"Dude, you seriously expect me to need these?" I asked Orton.

"I've been hit by your girl, man. She hits hard, and she's going to beat the hell out of you if you let her," he told me. "WWE is staged as hell, and we have our smoke and mirror tricks, but we do take a beating every week, and we give out beatings every week."

I nodded and laced up the leather wrestling boots Randy had found for me. "So I'm actually supposed to swing on my girl?" I chuckled.

"Well, yeah," Randy shrugged his massive, tatted shoulders. "It's a match. I mean, don't completely go off on her, but put enough weight behind your shots that they look real," he said, giving pointers that Finn hadn't the first time we sparred. "Let me know how it goes," Randy said with a wink and a quick clap on the arm.

"Hey Randy," I said before he left the locker room.

"Yeah?" the much taller man asked.

"Are you really in on this betting stuff, too?"

Randy chuckled and tossed a smirk my way. "Dude, you have no idea how strong your marriage actually is until you go home with your wife after watching her finger herself in the middle of the ring, wearing just your ring gear, in front of your coworkers. I don't know what it is… there's just something bonding in that, with you and her, and the locker room. It's a trial of passage for your relationship and for the rosters'. They've all done something like this. It's your real induction to the WWE family."

"Holy shit," I said, actually blown aback. "Thanks, Randy."

"Yeah, man. Welcome to the crew," he said with a smile and took off for the night.







It was finally time, and I made my way down to the arena entrance and waited, not entirely sure what to do. And then as if on cue, Lexi showed up on the other side, across from me, adorned in her ring gear, makeup still on.

"Ready for a fight, Wayne?" she teased. "I hope you're rested up from our week with Michelle."

"You really are into it, aren't you?" I chuckled.

"This is a match, Wayne. You get to fuck me, but you have to earn this," she said before kissing my lips. "Randy explained some things, I hope."

"He did," I confirmed. "Make it look real, don't go full strength, though."

"Yup," she smiled, and I heard her music hit. I wasn't expecting us to do full entrances. How advanced was this?

"The next match is a Mixed Lumberjack Match! Now making her way to the ring, she's the Goddess of the WWE, Alexa Bliss!" Mandy Rose called out in her best ring announcer voice that actually wasn't that bad.

I watched the monitor I had just turned on and saw that sure enough, Lexi had done her full entrance with music, lights, and all. Surrounding the ring was the entire Raw women's locker room. It was just the one aerial camera left on, which I assume one of the women was controlling.

I didn't have to wonder when it was my turn to come out, because I heard "First" by the Cold War Kids come out. Lexi must have told the girls that it was the song I was listening to the most this week.

"Now making his way to the ring, he's Alexa Bliss's boyfriend and security badass, Wayne Jackson!" Mandy said and I came out.

I marched down to the ring with purpose, not knowing much else to do. I really wasn't prepared for showmanship. I got the steel steps and jogged up them, and continued my pace half-way across the apron before pulling myself up on the top rope and hopping over it into the ring.

I climbed a turnbuckle and took off my shirt, tossing it to Micki James, who just rolled her eyes and laughed. I got in my corner, and Lexi, Alexa Bliss, was in hers.

One of the girls rang the bell, and Alexa came at me in a tiny ball of fury. She immediately took me off my feet with a chop block, and I crashed down to the mat.

I got up to my feet, and she did it again. She tried for a third time, and I was ready with a jump. I sailed clear over my girlfriend and she slid right out of the ring into the lumberjacks.

To their credit, they did what lumberjacks did; they started pounding on her, forcing her back to the ring, and she had to fight them off while getting back into the ring.

As soon as she got in, I had her much tinier frame up into the air for a suplex, but she dropped a knee to the top of my head, and I lost my hold on her. She caught my shoulders and swung her knees into my chest, sending me down to the mat again.

Alexa straddled my waist and started taking measured shots at my head, but I was able to put my arms up and shed the worst of the blows until I could shove her off of me.

She somersaulted backwards, bounced off the ropes, and tried to hit me with a crossbody as I got up, but I was able to catch her. She squealed as I tossed her out of the ring and she tumbled to the padded floor.

She tried to get up quickly, but the girls had quickly descended upon her with clubbing blows and pawing hands. When she was finally able to claw her way back into the ring, her shirt was torn around both shoulders,

I squared up in a basic front stance, and Bliss smirked as she shuffled over, her hands ready to throw with my own.

I tossed a simple jab and she ducked it, dipping under my arm and hitting me with three solid punches to my midsection. I dropped an elbow down on her shoulder and she buckled, grabbing my knee pads to keep herself up.

She dropped low, grabbed my ankles, and flipped behind me. She stood back up and kicked my knee in from behind before I could turn around. I fell to one knee, and she wrapped an arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold.

Alexa was so much smaller than me that it took little effort for me to get up to my feet with her dangling off of me. I walked backwards and drove her into the turnbuckle, breaking her hold. She crumpled down, and held onto the middle rope to stop from completely falling.

I grabbed both her ankles in my hands, lifted her off the mat while she still held on, and dropped her back to the mat. She lost her hold and hit ground, and bounced away from me.

She rolled out of the ring, hoping to buy herself a breather, but she was discombobulated enough to miss that there were lumberjacks outside the ring, who quickly tossed her back in.

I waited for Alexa Bliss to get back to her feet. She took her time, holding onto the rope as she regained her footing. She spent a bit of time watching me, trying to work out a game plan to fight me. I had almost a whole foot on her, and at least 70 pounds.

During the fight, I was trying to figure out at what point the bet actually fit into the match. Were we supposed to do it during the match or after the match? Was it however we decided?

I decided to take the initiative because Alexa was focused on this being a match. She was certainly a different person when she was in the ring.

With my mind set to get this ball rolling, I bounced on the balls of my feet back to the center of the ring, and waited for Alexa's move.

Alexa decided to try to use her speed, because going toe-to-toe with me would be ridiculous. She bounced back off of the rope and tried to throw herself at me with a flying forearm, but I was able to catch her arm and throw her over my shoulder.

She tried to wriggle out, but couldn't get out of my hold. I decided now was the time to get the bet started, at least a little. I spanked Alexa's juicy ass, and the lumberjacks loved it. Every time I dropped a slap to her beautiful cheeks, the lumberjacks roared and whistled. This was definitely how the match was supposed to go.

After five good spanks, I dropped to my knee, driving her back down into my shoulder and I let her fall to the mat.

I gave her a second to catch her breath, and to let her get on all fours. Once she was on her hands and knees, I picked her up by the arm and threw her into the corner, her back hitting the turnbuckles.

I made my way to her and threw her arms over the ropes on both sides. Her head rested against the top turnbuckle. Her eyes watched me, not the eyes of my girlfriend, not the person I was going to make love to in front of our friends, but the eyes of Alexa Bliss, former Women's Champion, Money in the Bank holder, Tag Team Champion, and more.

I took too much time analyzing, because she came off the corner with a kick to my midsection, and took me to the mat with a neckbreaker.

I hit the floor on my back, and Alexa sat down on my ribs. All I could see was her back, but I felt her hands grab the waistband of my shorts, and I felt her tug the front of them down.

I heard the loud whoops, whistles, and all manners of catcalls from the lumberjacks, and I knew my cock was out in the air. I felt Alexa's black leather gloved hand take hold of my member, and she began to jack me vigorously.

I laid there on my back and I couldn't decide if I should fight back, or just let her go. It felt like that would have been too easy, so I sat up and grabbed her shoulders. She let go of my unit, and I tossed her off of me to the side.

I rolled on top of her and straddled her waist, my cock still proudly standing. I leaned down and kissed her hard, but she turned her head and denied me. So we were definitely still on match terms.

I got off of Alexa, and fixed my shorts, and I was met with a chorus of boos. I picked her up and tossed her into the corner again. This time I didn't hesitate; I tore her top right down the middle, and pulled it from her arms. She tried to throw a forearm at me, but I stopped it with a simple front block, and spun her around. I pressed her face against the turnbuckle and undid her bra with one hand.
She threw a wild mule kick, catching me in the gut. It created the space she needed, and she launched herself off the second rope and caught me in the chest with a one-legged dropkick.

Alexa stood over my downed body, and took her bra off herself, and tossed it to the lumberjacks. She walked around to my feet, stood over my legs, and grabbed the bottoms of my shorts, yanking them down with authority this time, leaving me in just compression shorts.

I swept her legs and sent her tumbling to the mat. I straddled her hips again and pinned her arms down. I leaned down low and sucked her magnificent breast into my mouth. I noisily sucked on her hot flesh and sloppily tongued her nipples in turn as she groaned and squirmed while our friends and coworkers watched.

I took my time, worshipping both of Alexa's tits with equal love and passion until she was able to slip her legs up around my ribs and rock herself forward enough to put me on my back, her on top like she was pinning me, but we didn't have a ref.

She hooked one of my legs to keep me rolled up, and with the other hand, she reached behind her and freed me from my compression shorts for a second time. This time she spit on the palm of her hand, and she worked me just as hard as the first time.

"How's your first match going, Wayne? Harder than you expected?" she teased. I couldn't tell if this was my Lexi or if this was Alexa Bliss, or a combination of the two.

"I'm glad this isn't televised," I joked, and allowed myself just a moment to be pleasured by the Goddess.

After about a three-count, I mustered my core strength, and flipped my hips, bucking Alexa off of me, her crotch sliding right across my face.

We both got to our feet and met in the most awkward lockup ever, which I easily won, forcing her back into a corner.

I pushed my forearm into Alexa's face, pressing her head to the turnbuckle. As she groaned and tried to push me off of her, I started reigning down measured slaps on her breasts, turning her chest red.

Once I was satisfied there, I forcefully ground the heel of my hand into her pussy, causing her to moan rather than groan, and the lumberjacks loved it.

Alexa's hands shot down, trying to push my hand away from her sex, but that only spurred me on. I repositioned and speared my fingers into her waistband and rubbed her soaked fucking cunt lips. Christ she was wet. She was so turned on by all of this.

I easily slid a finger in and she gasped audibly enough that the arena heard it. I began to immediately finger fuck the shit out of her.

"Wayne! Oh my God, Wayne! Right there! Finger fuck me like your little slut. Fuck me in front of all of them," she panted hotly in my ear as I ravaged her sweet pot.

I inserted two fingers into her heat and she grabbed onto the ropes for dear life.

I don't think I had ever fingerbanged this hard, this fast, this mercilessly before, but the women pounding their fists on the corners of the ring, chanting and catcalling, saying everything they wanted me to do to her pushed me to new physical limits.

After bringing Alexa to a shuttering, sobbing orgasm with just my fingers, I slowly slid my digits out of her wetness, and she sighed at the loss of them.

I took her face in my dry hand, and I made her watch as I licked and sucked her plentiful juices off of my fingers, and what ran further down my hand.

"Jesus Christ," she mumbled, but I didn't give her too long to recover. I grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her back into the corner, her face hitting the turnbuckle.

I pressed her face into the covering again as I spanked her. I loved watching her world famous ass bounce and jiggle under my hand, and I loved the way she gave out a little help every time.

"Wayne, please?" Lexi begged me quietly, at least I think that was the honest Lexi coming through.

I released my hold on her hair just long enough to yank her wrestling tights down and off of her legs, leaving her completely bare to the Raw women's division, and their cries and cheers hit a new life.

"Hold onto the ropes, Bliss," I ordered, and she nodded in submission. She grabbed the ropes, straightened her back, and jutted her ass right out at me, an offering of total humility and submission. I wanted to take her right now, right here, and hard enough to make her scream.

I spanked her ass a few more times, with the same effect. Her cheeks were a gorgeous, ruby red color, but I didn't bruise her or raise her skin much. I was aiming for kinky and hot, not abuse. That's not what this was.

Once I was satisfied that she had gotten enough, I dropped down to my knees, and I was thankful for the kneepads I was wearing.

I grabbed onto her haunches with both hands, and I drove my face straight into a sopping wet Bliss cunt. She cried out, "oh FUCK!" as I speared my tongue right through her skin flaps and into her delicious, creamy chasm. I shook my head back and forth, rolled my tongue around inside her, and sucked her nether lips into my mouth all at once.

"Jesus Christ, Wayne! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" Bliss bellowed as I ate her out with a newfound fury.

She shook the ropes and stamped her feet as we both held on for dear life as I ate her out to oblivion, her arousal a none-stop flood into my mouth as the girls on the outside were losing their minds like chimps at a zoo while I utterly owned one of their best and brightest colleagues.

I slid my tongue out of her, and wrapped an arm around her midsection to hold her while I filled her weeping gash with my fingers again. I buried my face between her round cheeks as best I could, rimming her ass like an animal as Alexa panted and squirmed.

"Wayne, oh my God! How many times are you going to make me cum? My knees are buckling!" she rushed out of her mouth, and I didn't have an answer for her, because I was too busy enjoying destroying her with my fingers, and having her asshole on my tongue.

I ripped out another orgasm accompanied with a soulful cry from the Goddess.

I pulled out my fingers and removed my head from her nectarine of an ass, and let her fall to the mat, a panting, sweaty, girl-cum leaking mess.

She crawled, or rather slid forward, to the ropes and held on with both hands like she was going to try to get up.

She pulled herself close, and was met by groping, prodding lumberjacks, kissing her, licking her wear they could, and taking turns fondling her tits. I just watched, stunned.

Alexa was too shaken, exhausted to fight back, and I wasn't sure if she was okay with this or not. I watched as she turned herself around, her arms draped over the ropes, as she was body worshipped by the women's locker room. They kissed her back, sucked on her neck, twerked her hard nipples and tried to get at her ass as she sat on the mat, taking a well-deserved breather.

I stayed on my knees, my hands on my hips, watching until she had light back in her eyes, and I advanced on her again.

We locked up at the shoulders, and in her state, I had no problem overpowering her, and rolling her onto her belly. I took her hands and placed them on the ropes. I kissed her neck, her ear, and shoulder. I dragged my tongue along the sexy, muscled, sweaty column of her back straight down to her ass.

I sucked on both pliant asscheeks and spanked each one, one more time, before draping my body over hers.

My cock was straining, blood-filled, and ready to fill my woman.

I set both hands on the sides of her head, and I spread her legs with my knees. With one slow, careful roll of my hips, my penis head pierced her lips, and I slid inside of her, filling her and enjoying the wet glove as it accepted me in.

Alexa gasped and held on to the bottom rope for dear life as she got used to my size inside of her.

"Fuck me, Wayne. Fuck me good infront of them," she begged. I did as commanded, slowly sliding almost all of the way out, and then jolting into her again with force, my pelvis meeting her ass with a clap.

"Yes! There it is!" Alexa said in a breathy, euphoric moan.

I began shallow, slow rolls of my hips, starting out easy on her after the punishment she had already taken.

"Just like that," she said. "You fill me so good!" Lexi was vocal, but not usually this… talkative. It was Lexi appreciation mixed with Alexa Bliss showmanship, and I was down for it.

"God, Alexa. I love the way your glorious ass feels on my thighs," I told her and our little audience as I started to find a faster tempo. "You're so fucking tight," I groaned and bit her neck.

"Suck the sweat straight from my neck, Wayne. Mark me as your little slut!" she demanded, but it was almost begging at the same time.

I sucked on her neck, and sank my teeth in as I fucked her deep but steady.

"I love that fat cock so fucking much! I can't wait for it to cum inside me!" Alexa cried, and it urged me to push into her harder. "Oh fuck, you're so big, oh my God!" she shouted, pulling herself up a little more, trying to bring us into doggy style, but I pushed her pretty face back to the mat and kept her pinned.

"You want me to fuck you hard in front of our friends? You want all of them to know who owns this pussy?" I asked, playing her game. I wrapped my arms around her sweat-glistened belly and rolled us over so she was riding me in reverse cowgirl.

I firmly gripped her wondrous fake tits in my hands and squeezed as I filled her, stretched her from below.

"Fuck, Wayne! It's like you're in my guts!" she cried, trying to lean forward, her tiny hands braced on my thighs. We started bucking up into her, and she started rolling her sensual hips on top of me, her ass gliding on sliding on my me.

She bucked harder and faster, throwing her head back and screaming out like she would die at any moment, or if my cock was any bigger.

"Jesus Alexa, I don't know if I can take much more," I warned her.

"Take it, take it all," she moaned, her hands now covering mine on her chest. "This is your pussy. Take it!"

Alexa's still gloved hand slid down her taut abdomens and found her clit, just above where we were joined. She began to furiously rub her bundle of nerves, and after only a moment, she was battered by another orgasm, and she absolutely flooded my cock, thighs, and the mat below us.

Alexa was practically out cold at this point, but I rolled us over none the less. Her face was on the mat, and her tits were right in her own juice, and she just laid there.

I was on my knees as I grabbed her hips and pulled her nearly lifeless body up, so she was face down, ass up. I was ready to skewer her for the last time, and to fill her belly with hot cum.

Then the locker room caught my attention with pounding fists, clapping, stomping, and a steady chant of "Take her ass! Take her ass! Take her ass!"

I looked down at Alexa's perfect gift of an ass. I had only taken it once, and it was a once in a lifetime experience, but it didn't have to be.

I parted her cheeks with one hand and looked at her puckered little rosebud, sleeked from my tonguing earlier and coded with her own run off.

"It's okay, Wayne. Do it. Just like the first time," she whispered, nodding, and pulling herself up on the bottom rope a bit.

"Are you sure? In front of everyone?" I double-checked. The last thing I wanted was for this to go too far and hurt me and Lexi's relationship together.

"Yeah, it's okay. I want you to fuck my ass in front of them. Just… please don't make me cry in front of them, okay? That's my rule."

I nodded in understanding, though I knew she couldn't see me. I took myself in hand and lined my bulbous head up to her tightest of openings. "I never want to make you cry, Lexi," I whispered as I slowly, carefully inserted myself.

"Oh… oh my fucking God," Alexa moaned gripping the ropes in her tiny gloved hands. The ropes shook a little with her effort as I took my sweet time filling her.

My hands were back to her hips, holding her tightly, steadying her until I was buried all the way in her. Alexa was gasping for air, her head hung low and her arms shaking.

"Wayne, oh my God are huge. Holy shit," she almost whined as I held myself in her impossibly tight hole. I waited until she picked her head back up and nodded for me to go.

"How's he feeling, "Lex?" Mandy Rose asked, her hands over Alexa's. "Is he big? Does he fill you up right? Is he hitting every button?"

Alexa nodded furiously as I moved in and out of her slowly, still feeling her stretch and get used to me. "I can feel every vein," Alexa said. "I can feel every inch of him, but it feels like miles of dick."

I bucked my hips with a little more force, and Alexa flinched, her sphincter grabbing hold of me and releasing me just as quick.

"Fuck!" Alexa shook the ropes again. "It feels so good. Do it again." I flicked my hips like the last time, and her asshole did the same strangling quiver. "Keep going."

Every time I surged forward, Alexa asked for it again until I was humping into her so fast, her begging was running together, almost unintelligible.

Alexa was sliding forward on her knee pads as we fucked, and her head had slipped between the first and second ropes, and Mandy took the chance to kiss my Lexi, nearly fucking Lexi's mouth with her tongue.

Watching my girlfriend, the Goddess of the WWE getting her mouth plunged with the tongue of Mandy Rose, the Golden Goddess, was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, and it was my cock filling her backdoor.

I draped my whole body over her, one hand squeezing her ass and the other pulling her hair, grunting with every push into her.

Finally, it was all too fucking much, and I had been holding for so long. Without warning my Alexa, I emptied my balls straight into her, and I heard her cry out into Mandy's gorgeous mouth as I splattered her guts with hot, white love.

Alexa sank down, her face still held in Mandy's hands as she fought for air as I slowly pulled out of her, my dick slick with my own cum.

"We j… we just did that?" Lexi asked, and Mandy nodded in confirmation.

"Yes, yes you did. And you did so well," Mandy gushed, running a hand through Lexi's beautiful blonde hair. "You did great today," she said again and kissed her.

I pulled Alexa back gently through the ropes and held her convulsing body iny arms. I kissed her lips, her forehead, and on the tip of her nose. "Let's get you showered up, and then home to bed, okay?" I asked, and stood up as soon as my knees would let me.

It was a challenge, walking through the ropes with Lexi in my arms, but I managed, and headed for the ramp.

We exited the stage with claps and chants of "Thank you, Lexi! Thank you, Wayne!"

"What do you think?" I asked. "Match of the year?"

Lexi only nodded, "Definitely," she responded, nuzzling her nose into my bare chest. "I wonder what next week's bet will be."