Jesus Christ this man is going to be the death of me! What the hell is he doing with that tongue and why isn't he using it on me?!

I sit backstage squirming in my seat as I watch Finn dominate his opponent both in and outside the ring. Watching Finn in the ring has always been a turn on, the way he grunts and growls, flexing, and basically eye fucking the camera during promos. But goddamn, this is another level of teasing even for him.

It's been a year and Finn decided to bring back the Demon for SummerSlam, but he didn't let me in on the design or his plans this year. So just like every other member of the Balor Club, I was completely blown away when Finn started to crawl down the ramp. But what really gets me is that he constantly sticks out his tongue. That long, wide, thick tongue that I know all too well what he can do with it.

Pressing my legs together and biting back a moan; my eyes cloud over in lust and chest heaving at the thought of his tongue on me.

Thankfully, his match is over quickly (not really thankfully but for me if gets him back to the locker room quicker.)

"Hey Love! Did ya see my match?" Finn asks the second he steps into his locker room.

I jump off the bench and shyly look up at him, "Yes Sir, I did. You looked good out there."

I see the way Finn's eyes instantly darken at me using that title as he stalks towards me, "What did you enjoy the most about the match?"

"Easy Sir, you won."

"What else?" he demands, circling me. "And don't try to play coy with me. I want you to tell me exactly what got you so worked up during my match."

"Your tongue." I reply softly, not able to meet his gaze.

"My tongue?"

I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I nod, "Yes Sir, your tongue. So long and thick, and you kept sticking it out. I… I kept thinking…"

"Oh I know what you were thinking," Finn growls, "my dirty girl. You want me to use my tongue to eat that pretty little cunt don't you?"

I let out a low whimper, "Yes, please Sir."

In the next moment, Finn has me pushed against the wall, kissing me breathless. I know that his body paint will be smeared on my face, on my body, when he is done with me, but I don't care.

Pushing my shirt up, his lips trail down my body, nipping and sucking every so often. My eyes flutter shut with a soft moan escaping my lips from Finn's beard scrapping on my skin, leaving a slight burn.

I can sense the moment he is kneeling in front of me, slipping my leggings down my legs and helping me step out of them. He lifts my left leg, placing it on his shoulder and runs his lips up my inner thigh before standing back up.

"I need to bring you on the road with me more if this is what seeing me in the rings does to you." he says, nipping at my lower lip.

I gasp, "Sir, please…" my hands going right to the short strands of his hair, tugging harshly from frustration.

Finn smirks into the kiss enjoying the torment he is causing me. His thumb rubbing circles over my clit through my panties, causing my hips you jerk against his hand.

"Tell me, Princess, do you get like this at home when you watch me in the ring?"

"Y-yes…" I moan, moving my hips closer to his touch.

"Do you play with this pretty pussy when I'm away? Do you make yourself cum after one of my matches?"

I shake my head, "N-no Sir… Y-you never told me I-I could. I, I just assumed..."

All of his movements stop, making my eyes snap open and stare at him with a pout,

"Sir? W-why did you stop?" I ask, whining.

"Such a good girl, do you know that Princess? That was my fault, something that should have been addressed at the beginning. From now on, you are allowed to touch yourself, to make yourself cum, however many times you want. One one condition."

"W-what?" I cry, desperate for him to stop teasing me.

"You gotta film it for me. I want to see you touching yourself, hear you make yourself cum. Understand?"

"Yes." I moan, my head falling back against the wall "Now please Sir, stop teasing! I need it! I need your tongue on my pussy. Please, oh Please!"

"Love it when you beg." Finn growls.

Finn drops to his knees and pushes my panties to the side. He hikes one of my legs over his shoulder, burying his face between my legs.

"Oh GOD! Fuck!"

My mind goes black feeling his tongue working over my clit, switching between rapid flicks of his tongue and harshly sucking at the tender nub. My legs begin to shake and Finn has to tighten his hold to keep me up-right.

"Sir! Please! So… so close!"

I tug at his hair, grinding my hips against his face getting closer to my orgasm. Finn lets out a low groan tasting my arousal and doubles his efforts for more. He's acting like a man staved and my cunt is his last meal. Fuck, I can't believe how fast this man can get me to cum!

His tongue dips into my wet hole, fucking me with his tongue and scraping his beard over my aching cunt.

"Fuck! I love your beard on my pussy! Sir! Please more! Shit…"

I feel the coil tighten more in the pit of my stomach, my orgasm climbing higher and higher so close yet not quite there…

*knock knock*

"Hey Finn! You in there brother?We're ready to head out! Hey! Open up!"

Finn jerks away from my so fast he nearly falls on his butt in shock. But he quickly regains his composure and grabs a hold of me before I can hit the floor.

"Y-Yeah Karl… We're here but uh… not, not ready yet. 10 minutes!"

"Alright, but hurry up! Ya'll can fuck at the hotel!"

My face goes beat red from embarrassment hearing Karl laugh as he walks away from the locker room door.

Finn holds me tight to his chest, his deep chuckle vibrating in my ear, "Sorry sweet girl, seems like our fun has been cut short."

I let out a low whine, burying myself closer to him, not happy at having my orgasm denied.

"Don't worry, we'll have even more fun at the hotel. That's a promise love."