Page 10 of Stalked By the Wrestler

His admission sends a wave of heat through me, igniting every nerve. I was silly to run from him. I realize now that I love this. His possessiveness. His craziness.

It’s us.

And I don’t care if it’s unconventional.

I rise on my tiptoes, my lips finding his in a kiss that speaks of desperation and desire. His tongue dances with mine, a tangle of passion that leaves no room for doubt or fear.

"Take me, Cedric," I gasp into his mouth, my hands roaming over the hard planes of his body. "Right here, right now."

He growls, a primal sound that vibrates against my lips. Without breaking our kiss, he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me against the cold alley wall. The contrast of the cool bricks on my back and the heat from his body is electrifying.

"Fuck, Judy," Cedric groans as he enters me, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure that makes me cry out. He holds me in the air, my body supported by his strength alone, as we move together desperately. I throw my pussy down on him every time he thrusts his cock up into me, and I swear he goes deeper than I ever thought was possible.

Each thrust is a promise, a silent vow that echoes in the clench of our bodies. His grip is sure and possessive, an anchor in the swirling tide of ecstasy that threatens to sweep me away.

I cling to him, nails digging into his broad shoulders, marking him as mine as surely as he's claimed me.

"Yours," I pant, my vision blurring with the intensity of my climax.

"Mine," he grunts, his own release crashing over him, powerful and unyielding.

We stay locked together, panting and spent, the gritty texture of the alley wall a stark reminder of the reality we've just escaped.

But as Cedric holds me close, his heart thundering against mine, I know that this is where I belong.

In his arms, surrounded by his love, his obsession—our perfect, chaotic harmony.

EPILOGUE

Three years later

Cedric

I'm standing in the center of the ring, sweat dripping down my face, the crowd's roar vibrating through every fiber of my being. The ref hoists my arm up, and that familiar gold belt gleams under the bright lights—a symbol of victory, another title to my name.

But none of this means a damn thing without her.

"Judy!" I shout over the chaos, and there she is.

My wife. My rock. Judy—with her blonde hair like a halo and those green eyes that still knock me out better than any right hook ever could—she's got our future tucked away beneath her heart, rounding out her belly with the first sign of our kid.

"Come here, baby," I say, voice gruff with emotion. She waddles into the ring, cautious but beaming, and I scoop her up into my arms. Her laughter rings out, pure and joyful, as I plant one on her lips, long and deep, for the whole world to see.

This woman's mine, and I ain't afraid to show it.

The crowd goes wild, chanting and clapping, but all I hear is the thud of my own heart beating in time with hers. We're a team, in and out of this ring, and nothing's ever gonna change that.

"Can't wait," I growl into her ear, the need for her surging hot and fierce within me. I lead her backstage, away from prying eyes, where the noise fades to a distant echo. There's a hunger in me, clawing its way up, desperate for a taste of her.

"Need you now, Judy," I say, and I'm on my knees before her, worshiping her body like it's my religion. She gasps and holds onto me, her fingers threading through my cropped hair, guiding me.

"God, Cedric..." Her soft moan is music to my ears, and I double my efforts, determined to give as good as I get.

Soon, she's quivering, reaching that high note only I can play her to, and when she comes back down, she's not alone. She drops to her knees too, taking me into her warm mouth, her eyes locked on mine. It's heaven and hell, all rolled into one, and I'm so damn close to tipping over the edge.

But no, I want more.

I want everything.

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