Trouble with Liv Morgan

[TheLW]

Trouble
With Liv Morgan
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Choking, Fingering, Oral, Rough Sex, Throat Fuck
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The tension had been building for weeks. Liv Morgan and I had been circling each other since I started doing some freelance work around the WWE production crew. She’d catch my eye from across the arena during rehearsals, flashing that signature smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing. Late-night texts turned into voice notes where she’d tease me about how “boring” the road life got without someone who could keep up with her. She’d send selfies in her ring gear, sweat still glistening on her skin, captioning them with things like “Bet you couldn’t handle me after a match like this.”

I played it cool, but we both knew it was inevitable. After last night’s premium live event, she finally pulled the trigger. She cornered me backstage while the arena was still buzzing with energy, her blonde hair loose and wild after her hard-fought match. The faint scent of her body spray mixed with the adrenaline on her skin.

“Come back to my hotel,” she said, voice low and confident, her fingers brushing my arm. “I’m not in the mood to celebrate alone tonight.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Lead the way.”

The ride to the hotel was pure torture. We sat in the back of a tinted SUV, the city lights streaking past the windows. Liv had changed into a simple black hoodie and tight leggings, but she still looked like sin. Her hand rested high on my thigh the entire drive, nails tracing circles that got bolder the closer we got. Every time I shifted, she’d lean in and whisper filthy promises against my ear.

“I’ve been wet thinking about you all week,” she murmured, her breath hot on my neck. “I want you to be rough with me. Like, really rough. No safe words, no holding back. Think you can handle that?”

My cock was already straining against my jeans by the time we pulled up to the hotel. I tipped the driver extra and practically dragged her through the lobby. The elevator ride was even worse — empty, thank god. The second the doors closed, she shoved me up against the mirrored wall and kissed me hard, tongue sliding against mine as her hand palmed my bulge.

By the time we reached her floor, I was ready to throw her over my shoulder. We barely made it inside the room before the door slammed shut and the real fun began.

Liv kicked off her shoes and turned to face me, eyes full of lust and desire. “Strip,” she ordered, already peeling her hoodie over her head. Underneath, she wore nothing but a black sports bra and those tight leggings that hugged every curve of her athletic ass. I yanked my shirt off, watching hungrily as she pushed the leggings down her toned legs, revealing a tiny black thong already soaked through.

She left the delicate black choker around her neck — the same one she’d worn in the ring earlier. It sat perfectly against her pale skin, a subtle promise of what was coming.

I crossed the room in two strides and grabbed her, lifting her so her legs wrapped around my waist. Our mouths pressed together again, hungry and desperate. She bit my lower lip hard enough to sting as I carried her toward the massive bed and tossed her down. She bounced once, laughing that wild, bratty laugh I loved, and spread her legs invitingly.

But I had other plans first.

I stood at the edge of the bed, towering over her, and freed my throbbing cock. It sprang out heavy and hard, veins pulsing. Liv’s eyes lit up.

“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, sitting up on her knees immediately. She wrapped one small hand around the base and looked up at me through her lashes. “You gonna fuck my throat first? I want to taste you before you destroy my pussy.”

The raw hunger in her voice made me groan. I fisted her thick blonde hair and guided her forward. Her glossy lips parted wide, tongue flat and welcoming as she took the head into her warm, wet mouth. I didn’t ease in gently. I pushed deeper, sliding across her tongue until I hit the back of her throat.

Liv moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She relaxed her jaw and took more, inch by inch, until her nose was pressed against my stomach and her throat was convulsing around my cock. The tight, rippling heat was incredible. Saliva already spilled from the corners of her mouth as I started thrusting, slow but deep at first, fucking her face with measured pumps of my shaft.

She took it beautifully, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. Every time I pulled back, she gasped for air, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my glistening cock, only to dive back in like she was starving for it.

“Deeper,” she rasped between breaths. “Use me.”

I tightened my grip on her hair and gave her what she wanted. I started fucking her throat harder, hips snapping forward as gagging sounds filled the hotel room. Liv’s hands gripped my thighs, not pushing me away but urging me on. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mascara beginning to run, but the look in her eyes was pure ecstasy. She loved being used like this.

I held myself buried deep, her throat spasming and squeezing around me while she struggled for air. When I finally pulled out, she coughed, gasping, but immediately stuck her tongue out for more. I slapped my heavy cock against her tongue a few times before sliding back in, fucking her face with long, punishing thrusts.

I yanked my cock free again with a wet pop, strings of thick spit dangling from her chin. Before she could catch her breath, I gripped the base and slapped the heavy, glistening shaft hard across her left cheek — once, twice, three times. The wet smack of flesh on flesh echoed sharply. Liv whimpered, her eyes fluttering with lust as the impact left faint red marks on her flushed skin.

“Fuck... yes,” she moaned out.

I slapped her again on the right cheek, harder this time, letting the weight of my cock bounce off her pretty face. Then I pinched her nose shut between my thumb and forefinger, cutting off her air completely as I fed my cock back into her waiting mouth. I drove straight to the back of her throat in one brutal thrust, burying myself balls-deep. Her eyes widened, throat convulsing violently around me as she fought the urge to gag. I held her there, nose pressed tight against my pelvis, her air completely blocked while her throat worked me over in desperate, rippling squeezes.

Ten long seconds. Fifteen. Her hands clutched my thighs tighter, nails digging in, but she never tapped out. Tears poured freely now, mixing with the mess of saliva coating her chin and dripping onto her tits. When I finally released her nose and pulled out, she exploded into a fit of coughing and gasping, sucking in ragged lungfuls of air.

I didn’t give her long to recover.

I slapped my cock across her face again — left cheek, right cheek, then across her swollen lips — leaving shiny streaks of her own spit glistening on her skin. “Open,” I growled. She obeyed instantly, tongue out, eyes glassy with need. I pinched her nose shut once more and slammed back into her throat, fucking the back of it with short, vicious thrusts that made her gag and choke loudly. The wet, guttural sounds were filthy and perfect. Her throat bulged visibly with every deep stroke as I used her mouth for my own pleasure.

I repeated the entire cycle two more times.

I would pull out, slap her cheeks and lips repeatedly until her face was a sloppy, red-streaked mess, pinch her nose, drive back in, and fuck her throat raw while she trembled and drooled uncontrollably.

“Again... please... ruin me,” Liv managed between wrecked breaths.

The second time, I was even rougher. I held her head immobile with both hands, slapping my cock across her face between rounds, then sealing her nose and pounding the back of her throat until her vision blurred and her body shook. Each time I pulled out, she was a wreck — coughing, drooling, mascara ruined — but she kept begging hoarsely for more.

By the time I was done, her throat was a hot, sloppy, convulsing tunnel that squeezed me like it never wanted to let go. I could feel my own orgasm building from the sheer intensity, but I forced myself to slow down, savouring the sight of her completely broken and dripping on her knees.

I finally released her nose and pulled out one last time, slapping my soaked cock heavily across her tear-streaked face a few more times for good measure. Liv looked utterly destroyed — her lips were puffy, cheeks flushed, and thick strands of spit were on her chin — but her eyes burned with pure, filthy satisfaction.

I leaned down, fisted her hair again, and tilted her head back so she was forced to look up at me.

“Good girl,” I murmured.

I shoved her onto her back, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress as I stripped off the rest of her soaked thong in one rough tug. The flimsy fabric tore a little at the seam, but neither of us cared. Liv's pussy was drenched, her outer lips glistening with her arousal, her clit swollen and peeking out, begging for attention. The sight made my cock twitch hard.

I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed, grabbed her thighs, and spread her legs wide open. Without warning, I dove in, dragging my tongue flat and slow from her dripping entrance all the way up to her clit before sealing my lips around that sensitive little nub and sucked hard. Liv cried out, her back arching sharply off the bed.

“Shit — yes!”

Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight heat without mercy, curling instantly to stroke that spongy spot on her front wall. I licked and sucked her clit like a man possessed, alternating between fast flicks of my tongue and long, greedy pulls that had her hips bucking wildly against my face. Her juices coated my chin and fingers as I pumped them faster, the wet squelching sounds mixing with her loud, shameless moans.

She tasted fucking incredible — sweet, tangy, addictive. I groaned against her pussy, the vibration making her thighs tremble. I added another finger, stretching her open while my tongue worked her love mound relentlessly. Liv’s hands shot down, fisting my hair hard as she ground against my mouth.

“Don’t stop — fuck, I’m so close!”

I curled my fingers harder against her most sensitive spot, sucked her clit between my lips with rhythmic pressure, and felt her vaginal walls start to flutter. She came with a sharp, broken cry, thighs clamping around my head like a vice as she flooded my mouth with her release. I kept licking and fingering her through every shudder, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking and whimpering.

Climbing up her body, I pinned Liv's wrists above her head with one hand while I lined up my rock-hard cock with the other. Her pussy was soaked and twitching from her climax. I slammed into her in one hard, balls-deep thrust. Liv’s back arched off the bed, a moan tearing from her already raw throat.

“Fuuuuck — yes!”

I fucked her like an animal. Deep, jackhammer-like strokes that bottomed out every time, the head of my cock kissing her cervix as her tight walls gripped me like a vice. Her perfect tits bounced wildly with every impact, nipples hard and begging. The headboard slammed against the wall, loud enough that I was sure the neighbours could hear, but I didn’t slow down for a second.

“Harder!” she demanded, voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder!”

I gave it to her. I released her wrists only to wrap my hand around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to feel her pulse racing wildly under my palm. Her eyes rolled back slightly as I choked her, cutting off just enough air to make her pussy clamp down even tighter around my cock. I railed her without mercy, hips rocking backwards and forward in a relentless pace while my free hand mauled one of her bouncing tits, pinching and twisting the nipple.

Leaning down, I bit and sucked fresh marks into her neck and collarbone, teeth sinking in hard enough to make her gasp. Dark purple hickeys soon bloomed under my mouth as I claimed every inch of her skin I could reach. I alternated between choking her and letting her gasp for air, only to tighten my grip again as I drove deeper.

I pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up so she was face-down, ass up. Sliding back in from behind, I fucked her even harder, my hips slapping loudly against her ass. One hand fisted her thick blonde hair, yanking her head back while the other reached around to rub her pussy in tight circles.

“You love being used like this, don’t you?” I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“Yes — fuck yes, I’m your slut,” she moaned, pushing back against me desperately.

I kept driving my cock into her, pulling her hair, choking her when I flipped her onto her back again, biting her tits and leaving more marks. Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train while I was buried deep and choking her, her walls spasming wildly around my cock as she moaned out my name.

I still wasn’t done, not even close.

I slowed just enough to tease her, grinding deep and rubbing her oversensitive clit until she was shaking and begging incoherently. Then I picked up the brutal pace again, chasing my own release while she fell apart beneath me, body marked, throat sore, pussy dripping and clenching.

By the time I finally let myself get close, she was a beautiful, wrecked mess — covered in my bite marks, drool, and her own juices, eyes glassy with pleasure. I leaned down, biting her bottom lip as I growled against her mouth.

“Ready for more?”

We changed positions constantly, neither of us able to get enough.

At one point, I lay back and pulled her on top, making her ride me. Liv straddled my hips, sinking down onto my thick cock with a broken moan. She bounced wildly, her oh-so-perfect tits jiggling with every movement as she chased her pleasure. I wrapped my hand around her throat again, squeezing while my other hand gripped her hip, guiding her faster and harder. Her eyes rolled back as I choked her, her pussy gripping me like a vice with every downward slam.

“Ride that cock, Liv. Take every inch,” I growled, tightening my fingers just enough to make her gasp.

Liv’s eyes widened, mouth open in a silent scream as she saw stars, her voice cracking from overuse.

“Oh, my God!"

I railed her like that, grinding and thrusting, my balls slapping against her ass while my hand returned to her throat. I choked her harder this time, watching her face flush as another orgasm tore through her. She squirted again, soaking us both, her body shaking uncontrollably above me as her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock.

Every orgasm I dragged out of her left her more wrecked than the last — shaking, squirting, gasping for air. By the end of the night, her voice was completely gone, reduced to raspy whispers, broken moans, and desperate little whimpers. She could barely speak, but her body told me everything — arching into every touch, dripping and clenching, still hungry for more even as exhaustion set in.

When we finally collapsed, sweaty and exhausted, Liv curled into my side with a satisfied sigh. The next morning she stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but that black choker, turning her head to admire all the visible evidence of how thoroughly I’d ruined her.

“These are way better than any bruises from wrestling,” she said with a hoarse laugh, snapping that close-up photo of her neck and collarbone. She glanced back at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Think they’ll believe me if I say it was just a rough night in the ring?”

I grinned, already thinking about the next time I’d get to add to her collection.

Liv Morgan really was every bit as filthy and insatiable as I’d hoped. And I was nowhere near done with her.

The End

[Cptnstrwrs]

Great story. Liv is so hot 

[TheLW]

Thanks, Cptnstrwrs, I'm glad that you enjoyed the story.