Wrestle-Fuck Championship

The living room furniture was pushed against the walls, and the big floor mat was laid out like a real wrestling ring. Mia stood across from me in tiny black spandex shorts and a tight sports bra, her athletic body glistening under the lights. She grinned like she already owned the match.

“Rules are simple,” she said, bouncing on her toes. “First to pin the other for ten seconds wins. Loser gets fucked however the winner wants. Ready to lose, big guy?”

I laughed and dropped into a wrestling stance. “You’re on, princess. Try not to tap out when I’m balls deep.”

We circled once, then collided. She was fast, ducked under my arm and grabbed my waist, trying to take me down. I countered, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her off the mat. She squealed as I slammed her down on her back, but she immediately hooked her legs around my waist and rolled us, ending up on top.

“Gotcha!” she yelled, straddling my chest and pinning my wrists. Her thighs squeezed my ribs. I bucked hard, throwing her off, and we tumbled across the mat.

She came at me again, grabbing for my shorts. I caught her wrist, spun her around, and pulled her back against my chest in a rear hold. My cock was already half-hard and pressing against her ass through the thin fabric.

“Feel that?” I growled in her ear. “That’s what’s waiting for you when I win.”

“Big talk,” she shot back, grinding her ass against me on purpose. “But you’re still not pinning me.”

I slid one hand down her stomach and into her shorts, finding her already wet. She moaned but used the distraction to elbow me and twist free. Before I could recover, she jumped on my back, wrapping her arms around my neck and legs around my waist in a rear naked choke.

We crashed to the mat. I rolled us so I was on top, her face down, and ground my hips against her ass while I pinned her arms.

“Submit yet?” I asked, yanking her shorts down to her thighs.

“Never,” she gasped, but her voice was breathy. She pushed her ass up against my cock. I freed myself from my shorts and rubbed my thick shaft along her soaked slit.

I teased her entrance, then slammed in deep in one thrust. Mia cried out, fingers clawing the mat.

“Fuck! Yes, harder!” she demanded.

I fucked her rough, hips slapping loudly against her ass while I kept her pinned. Every thrust drove her into the mat. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.

“This what you wanted, you little slut?” I groaned.

“Yes! Fuck me like you own me!” she moaned, pushing back to meet every stroke.

I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and dropped between her legs. She tried to scramble away, but I caught her ankles, spread her wide, and pinned them by her head in a folding press. My cock sank back into her dripping pussy.

“Pin attempt,” I taunted, thrusting deep. “One… two…”

She laughed breathlessly between moans. “You wish, ahh, fuck, right there!”

I pounded her in that folded position, my balls slapping her ass, her tits bouncing free from her sports bra. She reached up and raked her nails down my chest, leaving red marks.

We broke apart and circled again, both of us naked now, breathing hard, bodies shiny with sweat. She lunged. I caught her, lifted her, and slammed her down onto her back. Before she could recover I was on her, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder and sliding back inside.

“God, you’re so fucking deep,” she panted, eyes rolling back.

I fucked her with long, powerful strokes, grinding against her clit every time I bottomed out. She wrapped her free leg around my waist and tried to roll us again, but I powered through, keeping her pinned beneath me.

“Give up yet?” I asked, slowing down to tease her.

“Make me,” she challenged, squeezing her pussy around my cock.

I pulled out, spun her onto all fours, and mounted her from behind like an animal. One hand gripped her hip, the other reached around to rub her clit while I railed her. The wet sounds of skin slapping and her dripping pussy filled the room.

“Yes, fuck me like that! Don’t stop!” she cried.

I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. She moaned louder.

“You like that, don’t you? My dirty little wrestling whore.”

“Harder! Slap my ass while you wreck my pussy!”

I gave her what she wanted, hard thrusts and sharp spanks that made her yelp and push back for more. Her legs started shaking. I could feel her getting close.

I yanked her up so her back was against my chest, still fucking her deep, one arm across her tits, the other rubbing her clit furiously.

“Cum for me, Mia. Cum on my cock while I pin you.”

She exploded with a loud cry, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around me. Her whole body shook as the orgasm ripped through her. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it until her knees gave out.

I laid her on her back, spread her legs wide, and drove in deep again.

“My turn,” I growled.

I fucked her with everything I had, fast, rough, relentless. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, nails digging into my back.

“Fill me up,” she begged. “Cum deep in my pussy. I want it.”

That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum inside her while she moaned and clenched around me, milking every drop.

We collapsed on the mat, sweaty and spent, my cock still buried inside her.

After a minute she laughed softly. “Best two out of three?”

I kissed her hard, still twitching inside her. “You’re on. But next round I’m tying you up after I pin you.”

She grinned, eyes sparkling with challenge. “Bring it, champion.”

We stayed locked together on the mat, already plotting the next filthy match.