Making Up
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,505
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Making Up
TITLE: MAKING UP
PAIRING: STACY AND JOHN CENA
SUMMARY: STACY AND JOHN MAKE UP AFTER HAVING A FIGHT
RAITING:NC-17
DISCLAIMER: NO I DON'T MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF MY STORIES AND I DON'T OWN THE CHARACHTERS EITHER, THEY ARE OWNED BY THEMSELVES
this is to all the people that didn't like my last story if you don't like them don't read them and it is not that i can't take critisim but be nice...
for those that liked it enjoy...
Stacy and John Cena (M/F)het
It was dark when Stacy let herself into John's house the soft piano music was coming from the living room. She tripped over John's jacket and she watched as John was at the piano. His fingers moving slowly his chest was bare and his faded denim blue jeans were molded to his hips. "my mother made me learn" he said somehow knowing that she was there. "That was beautiful" she said. she walked up to him and Stacy kissed his bare shoulder and she whispered into his ear "I am sorry that we were fighting" he smiled and he said "it was my fault" he said she sat down and she started to play "Chopsticks"
"What are you doing up so late?" Stacy said "bored and I was waiting for you, I knew that you would be back" he said looking at her and she said "oh yeah and how is that?""you forgot your bags for tomarrow" he said smiling deeper and she nodded and he saw that her hands were poised above the ivory keys of the piano and she started to play again but this time it was a slow haunting melody. "how do you know to play the piano" "my father made me for talent compititions" "You play beautifully".
He scooped her up into his arms and he shut the lid onto the piano and he set her up on the piano lid and he slid his hands up under her skirt and he realized that she wasn't wearing anything under the wrap around material and she smiled and as he un-wrapped the material revealing the most exquisite body that he had ever seen.
She pulled off her top and then she was completly naked and laid on top of the lid of the piano. Stacy's hips heaved and bucked when John put his mouth on her. John draped her legs over his shoulders and bracing his hands on the piano.With his mouth and tounge he inticed Stacy to pleasure letting it unfold over and over and he trapped her hips with his hands and John closed his lips over her sweet bud and he sucked until her strong body flexed and arched against his face she tried to get away from the pressure as she exploded with extcasy shuddering around his tounge as waves of pleasure rocked through her.
John had shoved his jeans down around his ankles and he rolled a condom on and he thrust deeply into her a deep thrust, and that thrust that stroked every inch of her swollen aching sex. John curved over her and the thick hard muscle of his shoulders were tight.
Stacy's breath hissed out of her with each and every thrust of his body, a driving rhythm quick and deep and insistant until they both exploded and she bit his neck almost drawing blood and she said breathless "Sorry" " that is alright baby" he said kissing her lips and he laid his head in the valley between her breasts breathing hard and sometime later he pulled her down onto the floor and cuddled her to his chest while she slept.
the end
PAIRING: STACY AND JOHN CENA
SUMMARY: STACY AND JOHN MAKE UP AFTER HAVING A FIGHT
RAITING:NC-17
DISCLAIMER: NO I DON'T MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF MY STORIES AND I DON'T OWN THE CHARACHTERS EITHER, THEY ARE OWNED BY THEMSELVES
this is to all the people that didn't like my last story if you don't like them don't read them and it is not that i can't take critisim but be nice...
for those that liked it enjoy...
Stacy and John Cena (M/F)het
It was dark when Stacy let herself into John's house the soft piano music was coming from the living room. She tripped over John's jacket and she watched as John was at the piano. His fingers moving slowly his chest was bare and his faded denim blue jeans were molded to his hips. "my mother made me learn" he said somehow knowing that she was there. "That was beautiful" she said. she walked up to him and Stacy kissed his bare shoulder and she whispered into his ear "I am sorry that we were fighting" he smiled and he said "it was my fault" he said she sat down and she started to play "Chopsticks"
"What are you doing up so late?" Stacy said "bored and I was waiting for you, I knew that you would be back" he said looking at her and she said "oh yeah and how is that?""you forgot your bags for tomarrow" he said smiling deeper and she nodded and he saw that her hands were poised above the ivory keys of the piano and she started to play again but this time it was a slow haunting melody. "how do you know to play the piano" "my father made me for talent compititions" "You play beautifully".
He scooped her up into his arms and he shut the lid onto the piano and he set her up on the piano lid and he slid his hands up under her skirt and he realized that she wasn't wearing anything under the wrap around material and she smiled and as he un-wrapped the material revealing the most exquisite body that he had ever seen.
She pulled off her top and then she was completly naked and laid on top of the lid of the piano. Stacy's hips heaved and bucked when John put his mouth on her. John draped her legs over his shoulders and bracing his hands on the piano.With his mouth and tounge he inticed Stacy to pleasure letting it unfold over and over and he trapped her hips with his hands and John closed his lips over her sweet bud and he sucked until her strong body flexed and arched against his face she tried to get away from the pressure as she exploded with extcasy shuddering around his tounge as waves of pleasure rocked through her.
John had shoved his jeans down around his ankles and he rolled a condom on and he thrust deeply into her a deep thrust, and that thrust that stroked every inch of her swollen aching sex. John curved over her and the thick hard muscle of his shoulders were tight.
Stacy's breath hissed out of her with each and every thrust of his body, a driving rhythm quick and deep and insistant until they both exploded and she bit his neck almost drawing blood and she said breathless "Sorry" " that is alright baby" he said kissing her lips and he laid his head in the valley between her breasts breathing hard and sometime later he pulled her down onto the floor and cuddled her to his chest while she slept.
the end