Married to the Beast // Brock Lesnar ●COMPLETE●

Chapter 72

SUMMERSLAM

BROCK POV

"What are you doing?" I chuckled as I saw McKenzie walk out of the bathroom in a cheerleading outfit. Similar to the one that had put me over the edge many times before when just thinking about it.

However the one I had in mind had a huge ass B on the front and was tight around her breasts and had a short skirt while this...

"Its a bit bigger than my one back home. It was meant to have the sexy effect, I finished my workout early and figured I would take a stroll in the city."

I smiled as she joined me on the couch.

"Baby any fucking thing you wear is sexy and well this one happens to make my wife seem much more innocent" I took a sharp breath as she laughed giving a small smile and I tugged on the ribbon in her hair.

"It took me so long to do that Brock!" She pouted and I shrugged as she should have known her husband by now. The moment she walked out of the door trying to act all naughty with me there was something growing in my trackpants for McKenzie.

She was provoking the Beast..

"So its your new wrestling attire?" I questioned and let my hand rub up her thigh and pulled her leg over my lap as she moved closer to my side.

"Would you be mad if it was?" She smiled and I smirked as I gave her inner thigh a squeeze knowing it definitely wasn't but my wife seemed to be in one of her playful moods.

"Depends" I shrugged.

"On?" She whispered as she grinded onto my lap feeling me beneath her and I immediately stood up with her in my arms.

I then pushed her up against the wall and tried not to groan as I pinned her to it, "have you been drinking?"

"You know those fancy stores offer champagne"

I was sure the shop that sold the outfit wasn't that fancy. But then again I didn't do much shopping..

"You're fighting in an hour" I whispered.