A Visionary Hookup with Maxxine Dupri

[TheLW]

A Visionary Hookup
With Maxxine Dupri
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

The lights of Raw burned hot as the World Tag Team Championship match reached its breaking point. The Street Profits had The Vision on the ropes — Montez Ford and Angelo Dawkins working over Austin Theory and Bron Breakker. The crowd roared for the underdogs to keep the gold.

Maxxine Dupri stood at ringside in a tight black leather crop top that laced up the front, the shiny material hugging her tits and leaving her toned midriff bare. Matching black leather shorts clung to her hips, side laces running up each thigh, and tall black boots completed the look. Her long blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder. She no longer looked like Alpha Academy. She looked like trouble.

When Dawkins locked Theory in a sharpshooter, Maxxine moved.

She slipped between the ropes in those tight leather shorts. One sharp, vicious low blow to Angelo Dawkins’s balls. He crumpled. Theory’s eyes locked on hers — hunger, triumph — before he rolled Dawkins up for the three-count.

The Vision had the titles back.

The arena exploded in boos. Maxxine didn’t care. Theory pulled her into his arms the second the bell rang. She jumped, legs wrapping around his waist, the leather shorts riding up as their mouths crashed together in the middle of the ring. Cameras caught every second of the kiss — Theory kissed her like he was making a point. Nearby, Breakker raised both belts above his head, grinning at the crowd.

Maxxine Dupri was one of them now.

Later that night, the hotel suite was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of the door locking behind them.

Austin Theory had barely gotten the “Do Not Disturb” sign hung before Maxxine shoved him back toward the bed. His championship belt landed on a chair. She was still in the full black leather outfit: the laced crop top straining across her chest, the tiny shorts hugging her ass, the tall boots clicking on the floor.

“You really did it,” he said, watching her with dark eyes. “Low blow in front of the whole world. Looking like this for me.”

“For me,” she corrected, biting her lip. “You just happen to be the best part of the package.”

Austin sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, already half-hard in his gear. Maxxine dropped to her knees between them without being told, the leather shorts stretching tight across her ass as she settled. She unlaced the front of his pants with teasing fingers, freed his thick cock, and looked up at him through her lashes.

“Let me show you what joining The Vision gets you,” she purred.

Then she took him into her mouth.

It was a master-class blowjob — slow at first, tongue swirling around the head in circular motions, tracing the ridge, dipping into the slit to taste the bead of pre already gathering there. Maxxine’s lips stretched wide as she sank deeper, taking him inch by inch, the wet heat of her mouth closing around him like silk. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard on the way up, the pull sharp enough to make Austin’s stomach tighten, then pushed forward again until her nose brushed his stomach, throat working around him in slow, rhythmic swallows.

Austin’s hand slid into her blonde hair, not forcing, just holding, fingers threading through the strands as she worked him with a perfect pace. Wet, filthy sounds filled the quiet suite — soft, slick, obscene — spit glistening on her chin and sliding down the shaft in thin, shiny trails. She stroked what she couldn’t fit, fist twisting on every upstroke in that exact way that made his toes curl, and never broke eye contact for long. Those hazel eyes stayed locked on his, half-lidded, hungry, watching every twitch of his face like she was cataloguing what wrecked him most.

“Fuck, Maxxine...” he groaned, head tipping back against the headboard. “That mouth... Christ.”

She hummed around him, the vibration rolling straight through Austin's cock and into his spine. His hips jerked involuntarily, a shallow thrust that pushed him even deeper. She didn’t gag. She took it, throat fluttering, then pulled back just enough to breathe before diving down again — deeper this time, and even more greedy, worshipping him like she had all night and still wasn’t satisfied. Her free hand slid between his thighs, cupping his balls, rolling them while her mouth kept that relentless, wet rhythm.

Spit dripped onto the sheets. Her lips were shiny and swollen. Every time she came up for air, she left a gleaming string connecting her mouth to the head of his cock, then broke it with her tongue and went right back down. She varied the pace — slow and filthy one moment, then sudden and deep the next — until Austin’s breathing turned ragged and his thighs started to tremble under her palms.

Maxxine kept going — deep, greedy, worshipping — until his thighs tensed hard and he had to pull her off with a wet pop before he finished too soon. A thick string of saliva still connected her lips to the flushed head of his cock. She stayed right there, mouth open, tongue out, catching the next bead of precum on the tip of it while she looked up at him, breathless and wrecked and still hungry.

Austin’s chest heaved. His hand was still in her hair, thumb stroking her temple almost tenderly even as his cock twitched inches from her lips, shiny and aching.

“Not yet,” he managed, voice rough. “I’m not done watching you do that.”

Maxxine’s mouth curved, slow and wicked. She leaned in again without being told, dragging the flat of her tongue from base to tip in one long, deliberate lick, then sealed her lips around the head once more — gentler this time, teasing, building him right back up while her eyes never left his.

She kept teasing him like that — lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling in slow, filthy circles while her hand stroked the rest of him in long, twisting pulls. Every few seconds she would sink deeper again, taking him to the back of her throat and holding there until her eyes watered, then sliding back up with a wet, unbroken suck that left him glistening. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her cleavage. She never looked away.

Austin’s breathing had gone ragged. His fingers tightened in her hair, not quite guiding, just holding on as she worked him with that same ruthless patience. She hummed again, lower this time, the vibration travelling straight through him. His hips gave another involuntary twitch.

“Maxxine,” His voice cracked. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me...”

She pulled off with another wet pop, string of saliva still connecting them, and dragged her tongue along the underside in one long, deliberate lick. Then she took him deep one last time — deeper than before, throat opening around him, nose pressed to his stomach — while her hand cupped and rolled his balls. She held him there, swallowing around the head, until his thighs shook and a broken sound tore out of his chest.

Only then did she ease back, leaving him throbbing and shiny and desperate. She looked up at him, lips swollen, chin slick, eyes dark with desire.

Austin hauled her up, spun her, and shoved her onto the bed hard enough that the mattress bounced. He was on her in the next breath, knees bracketing her thighs as he unlaced the crop top with impatient, slightly shaking fingers. The last knot gave, and her tits spilled free — full, flushed, nipples already hard. He groaned low in his throat at the sight, cupped one roughly, thumb dragging over the peak, then moved lower. He yanked the side laces of the shorts open with a sharp tug and peeled the leather down her legs in one long, deliberate pull, leaving her in nothing but the tall black boots. The leather creaked softly as he tossed the shorts aside.

He flipped her onto her stomach without warning, hauled her hips up until she was on her knees, ass presented, and sank into her from behind in one smooth, deep thrust that punched the air from both their lungs.

“Jesus — Austin...”

Maxxine was dripping. The head of Austin's cock slid through the slick mess of her arousal and the leftover spit from her mouth, then buried to the hilt in one unbroken stroke. Her walls clenched around him instantly, hot and fluttering, and he had to grit his teeth against the urge to come right there.

He fucked her hard from the start — no warm-up, no mercy — the wet slap of skin on skin filling the suite in a steady, filthy rhythm. One hand fisted in her blonde hair and pulled, arching her back; the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks. Every thrust drove her forward into the mattress, face pressed to the sheets; every retreat made her push back greedily for more, the boots still locked around his calves. She was soaked from the blowjob and the long, aching anticipation, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him like it was trying to keep him inside.

“You feel that?” he growled against her ear, leaning over her back so his chest pressed to her spine, mouth brushing the shell of her ear. His hips never stopped. “That’s what you get for joining the winning side. My girl. My Vision girl. Still wearing those boots like a fucking trophy.”

“Yours,” she panted, voice broken, reaching back blindly to dig her nails into his thigh. The sting only made him thrust harder. “Don’t stop — fuck, don’t stop.”

Austin didn’t. He hammered into her, the angle ruthless, hips snapping forward in a relentless pace that made the bed frame creak. The sound of their bodies meeting was wet and loud — skin against skin, the slick slide of his cock driving deep into her over and over. Her moans turned high and desperate, spilling into the sheets every time he bottomed out. That broken little sound she made when he buried himself to the hilt went straight to his cock, sharp and electric.

He kept his fist locked in her blonde hair, pulling just enough to arch her back and open her further for him. The other hand stayed clamped on her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he yanked her back to meet every thrust. She was soaked, dripping down her thighs, the heat of her gripping him so tightly. Every retreat dragged a needy whimper from her throat; every hard drive forward punched the air from her lungs.

“Fuck — Maxxine,” he growled, voice rough against the back of her neck. “Taking it so goddamn well.”

Maxxine pushed back harder, boots braced against the mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust. The leather creaked with every movement. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in rhythmic beats that grew tighter, more frantic, the closer she got. He could feel it building in the way her body locked up under him, the way her breath hitched and fractured.

Austin Theory didn’t ease up. He fucked her through the climb, persistently; the noise of their skin connecting echoed through the suite until she shattered.

She came hard — crying out into the sheets, body locking up, pussy fluttering and pulsating around him in strong waves that nearly dragged him over with her. He kept fucking her through it though, chasing the way she squeezed him, hips never slowing, drawing out every tremor until the aftershocks made her whimper and try to collapse forward.

Only then did Austin pull out, the sudden emptiness making her gasp. He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, shoved her thighs wide, and pushed back inside so he could watch her face — boots now locked around his waist, heels digging into the backs of his thighs. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted, cheeks flushed a deep pink. Maxxine pulled him down for a messy, open-mouthed kiss that tasted like him — spit and skin and want — while he drove deep and steady, slower now but just as deep, grinding against her on every stroke so she felt every inch.

Her hands slid up his back, nails raking, and she moaned into his mouth every time he bottomed out.

He kept driving into her like that — deep and steady, the grind of his hips rolling against hers on every thrust so the base of his cock pressed hard against her. The wetness of her still fluttered around him in lingering aftershocks, tight and greedy, pulling him deeper each time he bottomed out. Maxxine’s boots stayed locked around his waist, the black leather creaking softly as her heels dug into the backs of his thighs, urging him on.

Their mouths stayed fused, the kiss turning messier the longer it went — tongues sliding around, hers slick and insistent, his rough with hunger. The wet sounds of their mouths melded with the obscene slap of his hips against hers, a filthy symphony that filled the room. Maxxine’s nails dragged down his back, not just scratching but digging in, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to his cock, making him piston into her harder, deeper, until the bed frame groaned in protest beneath them.

Austin braced one forearm beside her head and used the other hand to hitch her thigh higher, opening her wider so he could sink even deeper. The new angle punched a broken little cry out of her. Her eyes fluttered, glassy and dark, fixed on his face like she couldn’t look away.

“Look at you,” Austin Theory rasped against her mouth, voice rough. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. My girl. Still so fucking wet for me.”

“Austin...” she gasped, the word cracking as he snapped his hips forward harder. “God — yes —”

He picked up the pace, the deep steady grind turning into harder, sharper thrusts that made the bed frame creak. Sweat slicked both their bodies; her tits bounced with every impact, nipples tight and brushing his chest. She clenched around him now, inner walls fluttering and squeezing like she was trying to milk him, the wet sounds growing louder, even more filthier now.

Austin's control started fraying. The tight, silky heat of her, the way she kept moaning his name into his mouth, the sight of those boots still locked around him — it all stacked up fast. His thrusts turned shorter, more desperate, hips stuttering as the pressure at the base of his spine built and built.

“I'm gonna cum inside of you,” he growled, forehead pressed to hers, eyes locked. “Gonna pump every drop into this perfect fucking pussy...”

Maxxine’s answer was a broken moan and the sharp dig of her nails into his shoulders. She clenched down hard around him, deliberately, and that was all it took.

Austin drove in to the hilt one last time and came hard — thick amounts of his release flooding deep inside her, hips jerking as he emptied himself in long, heavy spurts. He kept grinding through it, burying every drop as deep as he could, a low, broken groan tearing out of his throat against her lips. Maxxine held him there, legs tight around him, feeling every throb and pulse while he pumped his baby batter into the gorgeous blonde beneath him until there was nothing left.

Austin brushed damp hair off her forehead and smirked.

“Welcome to The Vision, baby.”

Maxxine exhaled a breathy, satisfied laugh, the sound thrumming against his collarbone where her lips still pressed. His release pulsed faintly inside her, warm and thick, and she clenched experimentally around him, drawing a low groan from his throat. The black leather of her boots creaked as she shifted, toes curling against the backs of his thighs. Her nails traced a path down his spine, not sharp enough to break skin but firm enough to leave faint pink trails in their wake, the sting blooming into heat that settled low in his gut.

“I already knew I made the right choice.”

The End