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You decided you were going to spend the night at Adam Copeland’s house.
All it took was a text from him basically inviting you over to his place, knowing how lonely he sometimes got. He admired you as something more than just a friend, the big age gap made everything else difficult.
The text came late in the afternoon.
Adam: “Hey sweetheart. House is quiet tonight. Come over? Just you and me. The door will be unlocked.”
You’d been seeing the veteran for several months — hanging out backstage after his matches, long conversations over text when he was away. The relationship between you and Adam began to slowly grow into something more personal.
The moment you pulled up to his house in Asheville North Carolina in the middle of nowhere, the nerves hit harder than usual. His place was welcoming but not flashy, tucked away from sight with a big backyard and lights glowing warmly in the living room.
You let yourself in. You saw the sight of Adam in the kitchen, all 6’5 of him. He wore his usual favorite band shirt and black sweatpants.
He suddenly looked up when you entered, earning a soft smile from him. That rare, warm smile he never shown on camera.
“Hey,” Adam greeted, voice low. He crossed the room over towards you and pulled you into a sudden surprising kiss, his big hands cupping your face.
When he pulled back, his hazel eyes fixated deep on you. Something in his eyes were different. Craving in want.
“Adam, is everything okay?” you said in surprise, cheeks now flushed.
He let out a low exhale, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Come and sit with me.”
He led you to one of the big couches in the living room. You sat close as his long arm draped perfectly over one of your shoulders.
For a long moment he gazed at you, his eyes intense. His thumb gently brushed over your cheek, feeling all of his weight against you.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he began. “About us. At first I thought this was an innocent kind of bond we’ve shared for months now, just two adults getting to know each other well. But it’s not like that anymore, not even for me.”
His hazel orbs locked onto yours, you looked at him back while his hand slowly crept up on your thigh.
“I feel a different way about you, but I really shouldn’t at the same time. You’re not just some young girl I’ve welcomed in my life, but you make me feel young again.”
Adam let out a low sigh, feeling his cheeks flush from embarrassment and regret.
Your heart began to hammer in your chest. “Adam…”
“I know the age gap is there,” he continued, almost nervous as the lump grew in his throat.
“I’m in my fifties, I’m old enough to be your damn father, while I’m hanging out with some girl in her twenties. If that bothers you, tell me now. I’m catching real feelings for you, baby doll. I want you.”
Your thighs pressed together at the confession he just gave you, knowing the age difference was wrong but somewhat right at the same time in your own mind. You bit your bottom lip.
You then answered him a kiss, pulling him in with deep emotions. When you pulled back, your eyes met his gaze again.
“I feel it too. I want more with you, more than you ever know.”
The tension shifted suddenly. Adam’s eyes darkened in lust. He kissed you again, more emotion and hunger this time, hands touching you everywhere.
“Then let’s make tonight count.” he murmured against your lips, tasting every little bit of him. “I want to film us. Right here. I want a tape of the night I told you I’m falling for you. By the time I’m done with you you won’t even think about hooking up with other boys your own age.”
You nodded in anticipation, heat flooding through you as you watched him tower over you. His hand met your cheek, lightly grazing it.
“And besides,” he whispered against your ear, “Older men do it better.”
You were now vulnerable and ready for Adam, he stood you up off the couch with ease. He pulled out his phone and set it on a sturdy tripod near the couch, angling so both your frames were shown.
The red light blinked on. He pulled you flushed against his much larger frame, his lips pressed onto yours drinking you in.
He kissed you deep and slow, his bigger hands peeling your clothes off one by one. Once you were naked, he stripped too, his muscular body still powerful despite the long years he endured in the ring.
“On your knees, baby doll,” he said, voice dropping into that Rated-R growl. “Show the camera how good you suck me.”
You dipped down, your face met with the sight of his thick cock veined and all. One of your hands wrapped around him, giving it three long strokes as you took almost all of him in your mouth.
Your cheeks hollowed around his shaft, his hands traveled through your hair holding you there in place. Bobbing your head up and down, you gagged around him while spit dripped down your chin.
“Fuck,” he cursed, “Look at you, my dirty girl on her knees for an old man like me. So fucking perfect.”
Your eyes narrowed up at his lustful ones, his hand grasped onto your hair as he relentlessly began to fuck your throat. His length hitting the back of your throat every time he snapped his hips forward.
He groaned above you, feeling him twitch in your mouth.
“Gonna come down this pretty little throat,” he rasped, giving a few more thrusts.
He held you there, hips stuttering against your face as ropes of his hot seed shot down your throat. He pulled you off with a “pop”, you swallowing his release.
“Time for me to make you feel like more of a woman than you are now,” he announced.
Adam lifted you off the floor and carried you effortlessly over to the couch where the camera was still going. He laid you down, settling in between your legs and yanked off your shorts followed by your panties.
He spread your legs wide for the camera, burying his face in between them feeling his beard scratch against your heat. His tongue licked long strides over your pussy before sucking on your clit.
His two thick fingers dipped inside you, pumping them at a steady rhythm while he ate you out like a starved man. Moans spilt from you, your hips rocked against his mouth seeking for something more.
“Gonna come, fuck right there” you cried out, legs now wrapped around his head shaking violently.
“Give it to me,” he groaned, his fingers still buried deep inside using you however he wanted to.
A cry erupted from your throat, you shamelessly came hard on his face. Adam moaned at the taste and pulled back.
He sat down and pulled you into his lap facing him, his big calloused hands kneaded your ass giving it a squeeze. Your head fell into the crook of his shoulder, earning a low moan from you.
His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheeks, two hands slapped them spreading them wide for the camera. You grinded against his cock, feeling his heaviness swell underneath you.
“Need to fill you up,” he rasped, now flipping you on your back. “Gonna fuck you right on camera.”
He grabbed the smaller camera bringing it closer as he lined himself up with your dripping entrance. His cock disappeared into you slow, letting the camera catch the way your cunt stretched around his thickness.
Once he bottomed out, he began to fuck into you as your pussy gripped around him. His forehead rested on yours, darkened eyes staring back at you.
“You’re such a desperate little thing for older cock,” he taunted. “It’s so pathetic how you’re so eager enough to get fucked by someone who’s more experienced than boys your age.”
The words that rolled off his tongue were intimidating, knowing that he had you wrapped around his little finger. He knew how to get you lured in enough to make you forget about wanting to fuck with guys who could only last long as for 5 minutes.
But Adam? He was mature. A man who could make you cum over and over again without any effort and having you break for him.
Your orbs fixated on his full blown ones, you were put in a missionary position feeling him deeply hit your spot enough to make your brain go fuzzy. Adam continued to relentlessly thrust, pounding against your cervix with every inch.
“It’s too much,” you choked out, your body beginning to overstimulate.
“You can take more,” he hissed. “Not until I say we’re done.”
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, cunt convulsingly spasming around him. He thrusted a few more times, then quickly pulled out to put you on all fours.
He slammed back into you again, leaning in forward while his broad chest was pressed to your back. Your knees were spread wide on the couch, his weight shifted deliberately heavy and unyielding.
With your cheek pressed against the edge of the couch, your ass rose up as he followed you down completely. His big hands displayed on your ass, the camera still rolling in the background.
Broken moans spilt from your throat. You felt every inch of his body weight settle over you, with his chest molded to your back and his hips flush against your ass.
“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” he groaned against your ear, his breath falling hot on your neck.
Adam made it impossible for you to do anything but to take him. His length sank even deeper in the new angle he had you in, grinding against your front wall with every slow, deliberate thrust.
Your moans turned into whimpers, body beginning to get overly sensitive. Each of his strokes became powerful, his free hand wrapped around your hair tugging it back as he pounded into you.
“Tell the camera how much of a dirty girl you are for me,” he said. “Want to watch you fall apart like this.”
“I’m your dirty girl Adam, I like how you use me.” you keened.
“Good fucking girl.”
Your eyes began to go glossy, overwhelming pleasure filling you quickly. Moans erupted from the older man above you, his cock twitching pussy gripping him like a vice.
“Gonna fill this sweet pussy up with my load that you’re gonna feel me for days,” he growled, his hands pinning your arms behind your back.
With several final thrusts, his hips quivered filling you up to the hilt with his release. He eased out of you, watching it leak out with a satisfied smirk.
He reached over for the camera and turned it off. The veteran settled you astride his lap, his hands soothingly rubbing your back as his breathing became softer now.
“Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked in concern, his hazel eyes gazing into yours.
“Yes,” you breathed out. “That was so intense.”
“I hope you know I’ll never do anything to hurt you, because I love and care about you more than you know.” he said, placing a kiss on the side of your head.
The two of you sat on the couch for a long moment, his hands continuing to caress you whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He held you close against his much larger frame, his chin now resting on top of your head.
“I know an old man like me shouldn’t be in love with you like I am,” he mentioned. “But I truly hope tonight made you feel more than wanted, you deserve everything the world has to offer you and I mean it.”
Your cheeks tinted a light pink, you smiled against his chest feeling warm and secure. Adam held you tighter in his arms, his warm masculine scent drinking you in.
“I love you Adam,” you announced.
A gentle smile appeared on his face.
“I love you more, more than you’ll ever know.”