Losing It

I had the perfect life. I was dating Roman Reigns, of the WWE, and my two best friends, Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins, were very supportive. I had no idea that one night would change the rest of my life. The three of them shared an apartment and it was nice and all, but it didn't leave me and Roman much privacy. One night, I got a text, supposedly from Roman asking him to meet me at the apartment, because Dean and Seth were going out and we'd have the place all to ourselves. I arrived at the apartment and let myself in. "Roman?" I called out, as I entered his dark apartment. I switched on a lamp on a nearby table and made my way towards the back of the room. "Roman?" I called again, a little louder. I went to Roman's room and the next thing I know, I was grabbed from behind and thrown onto the bed. When I rolled over, I saw Dean and he wasn't a happy camper. "Sorry to disappoint you, doll face, but Roman and Seth aren't her".

Dean knew he was good-looking and he knew he could have any woman that he wanted; which is why I had no idea why he even thought about me. I never saw him as anything other then a friend, but in his mind, he was going to have me, one way or another. He kissed me lightly and then he quickly changed. He crawled on top of me and used his strong legs to spread mine apart. He lifted up my skirt and removed my panties with such a force, that I didn't have any idea what was going on. Before I knew what was happening, he was holding my wrists together with one hand as the other came crashing down across my face. The blow stung, tears instantly sprang to my eyes. "You've been nothing but a tease." he said fiercely. "But not anymore. I'm gonna fuck your brains out, and you're gonna let me." I struggled against him, but he was too strong for me. "Please Dean, stop!" I was on the edge of hysteria.

He saw the look of fear in my eyes, and he laughed menacingly. He let go of my wrists, bringing both of his hands down onto my tits, grabbing and pulling the flesh. I pushed against his shoulders, fighting him, trying to get him off of me, but to no avail. He laughed again. "Go ahead, tire yourself out...it'll be even easier for me to shove my dick up your tight pussy!" I started to cry, because I knew he was right. Then I heard the front door open but before I could say anything, he clamped a hand tight over my mouth. "Don't even think about it, bitch!" he whispered, his face right up next to mine. "You try to make noise, Roman or Seth will come in here...but they won't come in here to rescue you! He's wanted to fuck you for a long time, too. So I wouldn't call attention to this if I were you!" I knew my fate was sealed. I relaxed my body. He chuckled. "Good girl. Now just stay that way. You might just enjoy this!"

What seemed like hours, was only minutes. When Dean finished with me, he got up and went into the bathroom, leaving the door open. I ran out of his room, wrapped in a blanket, and found Roman and Seth. I didn't need to say a word…they knew. Then, as if time stood still, I saw my two best friends, attack their partner and then I heard a gun shot. Roman came out and said it was all over and that we needed to leave. "Don't worry, Seth will take care of everything. Let's get you cleaned up and put this whole thing behind us", Roman said as he grabbed my coat and walked me out to this car. I looked back and saw Seth standing with a gun in his hand and a smile on his face. As much as I loved Seth and Dean, Roman was the one that I really wanted.

It's been almost a year since that fateful night and I still have nightmares. Not about the killing, but the sex and the fact that I had come to the realization that I had indeed liked the way he made my body feel. Roman and I celebrated my birthday and later that night, he gave me a very special present.

Roman laid me on the bed and lifted my shirt up. He licked his lips hungrily and began to devour my bra-clad boobs. I turned my ahead away and shut my eyes tightly, trying to ignore his teeth and tongue on my bare flesh, but my body was becoming excited. He lifted my bra up, totally exposing my breasts. My hands began clenching the sheets; damn my body for reacting this way! I didn't want this...I wasn't ready! But the burning wetness I felt between my legs said otherwise...
After my tits were red from his attentions, he made his way down my flat stomach, leaving a trail of wetness with his tongue. My body let out a sigh, and I could feel his sinister smile against my skin. He traced circles around my belly button as his hands undid the button and zipper on my jeans. He lifted my hips up with little effort; my body was like jello to his touch. He slid my jeans down my long legs, and my underwear quickly followed. I felt violated, but at the same time extremely turned on. I noticed the approving gaze he was giving my pussy - I kept it almost completely shaved, with a small patch of hair at the top and along the edges near my lips. He pulled me to a standing position beside the bed none-to-gently, pulling my shirt completely off and disposing of my bra. I stood before him completely naked.
"Take off my shorts." he demanded huskily. He pushed me down to my knees and I timidly raised my hands to the waistband of his underwear. I hooked my thumbs around the elastic and slid them down slowly, fear and a little excitement causing my hands to tremble. His cock sprung out of it's confinements, standing straight up just inches from my face. He had told me that he was about 7 inches long and 2 inches wide, but I knew he was bigger than that. The bulbous head was three shades of purple and throbbing from his massive erection.
"Take it in your mouth..." he whispered, pushing his hips toward my face. I clamped my mouth shut, my instincts taking control. He forced the head on my lips, but I refused to open my mouth. Suddenly, I felt a pain sear through the back of my head - he had reached behind me and yanked a handful of my hair. I cried out in pain, giving him enough time to shove his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged and almost bit down, but I caught myself in time. He was choking me, but I knew he would not pull out, so I forced myself to relax. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my face up and down his long, thick shaft. I was totally disgusted, but there was nothing I could do. He was plunging his dick in and out of my mouth, face-fucking me for all he was worth. He quickened his pace, and I just knew that I was going to throw up if he forced himself any farther down my throat. I felt his body begin to tense and with one final thrust, he shoved all 7 inches down my throat.
"Oh Jesus...oh fuck..." he moaned as his body jerked violently, his cum shooting down my throat. "Swallow it all bitch!" he whispered, as if I had any choice. He held his body still, his cock still deep in my throat, my nose pressed against his stomach. Just when I thought I was going to suffocate, he slid his member out of my mouth with a sickening "plop". I fell forward, gasping for breath, coughing and gagging. He fell across the bed, chest heaving. "Not the best blowjob I've ever had, but you'll have it down in no time." The room was silent save for the sounds of our breathing for a few seconds, until he climbed off the bed and picked me up off the floor. He threw me onto the bed unceremoniously, my ass on the edge and my feet on the floor. He kneeled down between my legs and dived into my hot snatch. The feel of his tongue on my pussy was incredible. My body began to squirm beneath his touch, and I could feel my juices flowing freely down my legs. He sucked on my lips, slid his tongue in and out of my hole and breathed lightly on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips began to rock up and down, and he wrapped his arms under my legs, resting his hands on my hips. He positioned himself so that his tongue was deep inside me and his nose was resting lightly on my clit, so that every time I moved a tingling jolt shot through my body.
"Oh God..." I moaned. He withdrew his tongue and shoved a finger up my pussy. I was caught by surprise and let out a squeal. He worked his finger in and out, then shoved another in. I had finger-fucked myself in the past, but his fingers were much larger than mine, and my pussy walls were stretching around them. The pain was intense, but it felt so good. I began to ride his fingers, my juices pouring down his hand. He was still licking and sucking my pussy lips, teasing my clit, holding me right at the edge of orgasm. "Please...oh please..." I cried. "Please what?" he asked innocently, still sliding his fingers in and out of me. "Please...oh God...please make me cum!" I choked out the words. This was all the encouragement he needed. He removed his fingers from my sopping snatch and in one fell swoop, he buried his cock inside my steaming hole. I felt my cherry burst and cried out in pain, but it only lasted a brief moment. It was replaced by an electric sensation coursing through my veins as I instantly began to climax.

"Oh fuck yes!" I said as he began to pound fervently. I could feel his balls slapping my ass. My pussy was stretched to the max. "Christ you are tight!" he said hoarsely. My back arched as my body was wracked by yet another orgasm. He wanted to go deeper, so he pulled me up to a sitting position, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He picked me up and held me tight to him, his cock pushing against my stomach. I thought I was going to die from the intense feelings shooting through my entire body. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as he began to walk around the room, causing his cock to bounce ever so slightly. His mouth encompassed my tits, nibbling and sucking, sending me over the edge for the third time. The exertion of holding me up and fucking me at the same time soon took it's toll, and he walked back over to the bed. This time he laid down, keeping me on top.
"Ride my dick baby!" he said lustily. I placed my hands on his chest to hold myself up and I used my legs muscles to slide myself up and down his thick shaft. I leaned forward slightly so that my clit rubbed against his skin as I rode up and down. He played with my swinging tits as I impaled myself again and again. He was ready to cum, so he flipped us over and shoved himself into me with renewed force. I thought for sure that he was going to rip me wide open. He pushed his cock into me harder and harder, his hands clutching my breasts in a death-grip. With a thunderous groan, he buried himself to the hilt and his body tensed, his seed pumping into me. He rode his orgasm through to the end, stream after stream of hot gooey sweetness, pouring down my love canal. This caused me to cum once again, my pussy clamping down on his rod, pumping him dry. When we were both finished cumming, he collapsed on top of me, crushing my tender flesh, his dick quickly softening inside me. I had never felt anything so intense.

"That was amazing." he whispered in my ear as he began to kiss and lick my face and throat. He caressed my body as my breathing returned to normal. I finally looked him in the eye, and this time I didn't see the frustration or the anger. But the look of lust was still there, and I knew that this would not be the last time this happened. The thought of his massive cock buried inside of me sent another bolt of fire between my legs, and I knew it was going to be a long night...