A/N: I've always wanted to write fanfiction and for a long time I talked myself out of doing it, so fairly new to how it works writing wise. This is me finally giving it a go for a number of reasons to improve my writing skills, release my brain from the shackles of my over active imagination, to distress, entertain myself and lastly being a fangirl gives me life. This being a WWE centric fic more so Roman Reigns (been a fan for years) I watch too much of this man then I care to admit and I'm not ashamed of it lol since fans are on the mafia Roman train, I hopped on it and this is what happened. Hope ya'll like it please stay safe and healthy. God bless.
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Sanai poured herself a glass of beer which was perfectly chilled at the right temperature and requested the barkeep to keep the drinks on rotation. Lifting the rim of the glass toward her puckered glossed lips she drank with gusto, it was Friday and you know what that means. All week long she was longing for tonight, as of late old troubles became new. Faces of people she associated with amnesia became clear as day, this whole week drove her to maximum insanity to be exact seeing him drove her to maximum insanity.
Killing the last remnants of her beer Sanai took the time to inspect herself looking directing at the mirrors that surrounded the bar. She looked ravishing in a sheer long sleeve peek-a-boo in front of her mini rose gold dress that hugged her slim athletic build all that time she spent in Pillates paid off, she coupled it with black chunky platform high heel ankle boots, her box braids in a simple ponytail. Checking out her FKA Twigs-esque edges of which were still laid. Her brown skin was glowing melanin shining as it should be. Sanai exuded confidence, however tonight she was determined to dance her troubles away.
Club Carpe Noctem was always ablaze and tonight was no different patron's milled about busy bodies thrashing, inebriated crowd dancing to some top 40 hit that held the horde in possession. Sanai bobbed her head to the pulsating music in chorus with her companion Loyola who purchased the club's signature treat-blackcurrant weed laced edible vodka flavour lollipop.
Loyola was Sanai's biggest if not number one cheerleader since they met on their shared first day at GoldLink Vessel Associates they've been inseparable. Loyola was a plus size female who didn't shy away from showing skin and showing her spontaneous personality you would swear she was a Lizzo impersonator.
Sanai and Loyola were waiting on their friend to complete their night as this naturally happened every week.
Loyola's phoned vibrated to Sanai's delight "Is she here?" Sanai questioned.
Someone approached the booth they were currently hogging. The final girl to make up their triangle had arrived. Annura, children's book writer and a proud member of the Queer community showed up spotting a new haircut.
Squealing of sorts emitted from the girls as they embraced each other in a group hug.
"You finally got it!" Loyola hyped at Annura's hair.
"The bisexual bob" Sanai chimed in as Annura kept posing for them as if taking pictures showing off her new hairdo.
The barkeep made his round this time with a tray of 6 tequila shots. Sanai grabbed a shot before the tray landed on the table downed it, Annura followed suite while Loyola dipped her lollipop in the shot glass took the shot than plopped the sucker in her mouth.
"So, 'Nura how's jet lag treating you?" Sanai asked.
"What jet lag? The first order of business I did when I touched down was get my hair cut and prepare for tonight anything else I'll see tomorrow" Annura let out in elation.
"Also if I come off a little too 'stiff' ", Annura air quoted "I was around the other part of my conservative Iranian family more specifically my aunties who are yet to time travel to the 21st century and see the light" she let out sarcastically.
Loyola twirled her sucker "Speaking of seeing the light, should we immerse ourselves with the strobe lights, the music and tonight's debauchery right this second or…" Loyola paused.
"We talk about all the things that made us want to jump off a cliff, then the debauchery?"
Annura spoke up "Let us cough up what's eating at our chests so we can live our best life, thank you" Annura beamed.
Sanai remained quiet. Loyola directed all her attention at Sanai even directing the stick of the sucker at her.
"So nothing is chomping away at your chest?" Loyola put emphasis on her words. Sanai feigned nonchalance with a shrug. Loyola continued to stare with scrutiny.
"Am I missing something here?" Annura asked.
Still staring at Sanai "Are you going to tell her or shall I?" Loyola let out.
"What happened, what is she talking about" Annura's eyes were bright with curiosity.
"Oh, so on Monday you didn't get a surprise that shook not only you but the entire landscape of our workplace?" Loyola pointed out.
5 Days ago
It had been… difficult to say the least to sit there across from him like nothing was remiss as his counsel spoke, "As you all know I serve as special counsel to Roman Reigns, who as of Friday will require all hands on deck on the deposition against Adam Pierce and his associate Kevin Owens, they are a stain and they need to be removed, your failure to do so will result in your sacking indefinitely. Lastly March 1st Roman Reigns will officially be part owner of GoldLink & Vessel Associates there will be changes and I'd advise you all to be prepared, thank you for your time". The man spoke in finality.
In all this Sanai for a lack of a better term felt like she were being fucked by a porcupine she had to be. Draped in midnight grey Armani that complimented his gorgeous olive skin, hair a touch shaved on the sides pulled in a neat bun, a well manned beard adorned his jaw Roman Reigns was setting right there at the head of the table smouldering, staring intently at her. She felt his eyes on her, whenever she would adjust her siting position, drinking a glass of water, the very act of breathing she knew he was watching.
Memories of a time she wished she could erase crashed like a tidal wave giving her a severe case of emotional whiplash, however she willed herself to remember she had grown exceedingly good at hiding her inner emotions, locking down her turmoil so others around her wouldn't know how messed up she was.
The associates present in the boardroom began to vacate the room as she was about to make a run for it someone called her name.
"Miss Sanai, could you please stay behind, we'd like a word with you". She froze in place. Just when I was about to cross the threshold, damnit! She thought.
She turned around plastered an appeasing smile. "Is there anything amiss? If so, how can I help?" Sanai asked.
A short slightly out of shape semi bald white man spoke. "You can start by taking a seat"
Sanai followed suite, however she made sure she chose a seat most far away from him, the look on his face was smug as he sat back and rested a hand on his chin using his arm as support.
'Firstly, I'd like to introduce myself my name is Paul Heyman. I serve as..."
"I know who you are, it came out quite a lot during the meeting. Your extensive reputation precedes you". Making sure to dim down the malice she wanted to spew.
"Great, care to tell me why your name is not on the list of the associates involved in Friday's deposition?" Paul inquired.
"Firstly". She began as he did earlier.
"I was called on to this floor earlier this month by a paralegal who needed a stand in entertainment lawyer to assist an associate, the one who was helping is currently on maternity leave. If you specifically wanted me, I'm sorry you're on the wrong floor, mine is below the one we're currently on. From what I gather this deposition has nothing to do with royalties, all aspects of copyright and intellectual property all related to film, television and music law, now is there? Sanai questioned.
"Lastly" Sanai gave Roman her undivided attention. "What are you doing here?" All civility left. The man in question sat up from his chair, equally gave the same energy. He smirked and waited.
"Why. Are. You. Here. Roman?" Sanai wanted answers.
"I know you're not here for the coffee, no. The view of the city? Hell, you run this city. People bend over backwards suck their own dicks to make sure your every whim is met. You're the Sun, everything orbits you, right? What is the Chief of the Bloodline mafia doing here?"
Roman knew what he was doing he liked dragging things out see people squirm, he could see she was trying very hard not to crack under the pressure of his silence.
All resolve was slowing seeping away from her as the directness of his now calculating gaze held her captive unyielding she couldn't handle it, never could. She averted her eyes.
"You're here to taunt me is that it?" Sanai managed to say.
A sick smile graced his lips, "Sweet Pea, don't flatter yourself, you're insignificant, you just happen to work here, it's unfortunate" Roman spoke with calm maliciousness it stung her.
A pained look came upon her face, however Sanai bit it down. "There truly is no end to your God complex, your narcissism" She hit back.
He's face changed instantly. One thing he detested being called was a narcissist. Everything he did was for the bloodline, his family he was a man of honour dammit. His jaw was flexing, hard. Sanai had struck a chord. Paul interjected "You do realise you are talking to the owner of this building, your boss. He has every right to…"
"That's enough!" Roman's voice spoke volumes as his special counsel cowered down his seat. Roman's cool exterior returned. It finally dawned on Sanai what was happening.
"Your here 'cause Adam Pierce beat you to it" She scoffed.
"This firm house's the best legal teams in the country, Adam came here lawyered up, however you bypass it all by getting a foot in, your pound of flesh, now your part owner of this firm. With all your influence you sway bias in your favour. Poor guy has no chance at winning"
The grin on Roman's face was downright saucy. He stood up from his chair sauntered his way to Sanai. Sanai felt the energy between them shift, a shift she was way too familiar with, Roman bent down to her level hovered mere inches from her left ear and spoke directly for her ears only "That's why I like you, that's way I've always liked you, not just a pretty face. That defiant careless tongue of yours though…" He guffawed humourlessly
"There's consequences to your actions, a good tonguing always sets you right in place" He crooned coolly.
Remember the tidal wave, it came back this time it hit her precisely in her core, a zing struck her clit she crossed her legs. Why did his voice sound like honey and chocolate being poured on a bare cunt?
Feeling light headed she closed her eyes, she quickly came back to her senses.
"Consequences?" Sanai questioned as she stood up on shaky legs, Roman moistened his lips with his tongue and wear his signature smirk.
"With immediate effect this insignificant individual is resigning" she said to both Paul Heyman and Roman Reigns, she turned stared at Paul.
"You will have my letter of resignation come Monday morning. Have a good day gentlemen" Sanai said as she walked out the room.
Now
"Shook? It's just a slight change to management. You and your dramatic ass" Sanai said evenly, downplaying what happened prior this week.
Leaving out the fact that she resigned, she'd tell her friends when they were proper sober, chances of them forgetting tonight were high.
"You don't know what will happen, what if they change the coffee machines or worse the stationary brand" Loyola looked mortified
Both girls cackled at her, "Clearly that sucker is going into your head" Annura said shaking her head.
"Now, are our chests clear enough? Can we get to the real reason why we're here tonight" Sanai felt the joy come back again. The girls took their final shots and ventured into the dance floor, where a sensual up-tempo song had their bodies lost in euphoria.
The night had come to an end and the girls went their separate ways, Sanai was yet to tell them she resigned at work and it didn't bother her one bit. The Uber she was in finally arrived at her upscale apartment building, she got off the car on wobbly legs, not cause she was tipsy, the platform boots she wore were taking a toll on her making it difficult to walk. Getting to the reception area of the building she was greeted by the friendly face of Teddy the night shift receptionist/guard they exchanged pleasantries he gave her the week's mail. Sanai made her way to the elevator, luckily without incident walking on slick marble flooring.
Pressing the 11th floor button on the panel, she waited. The elevator doors opened she walked out, her phone pinged as she fished for it in her clutch bag, messages from her friends alerting her that they were home safe, the time read 00:30am. A wistful smile came upon her face, tonight was an eventful night and all she wanted was her bed.
Sanai looked up from her phone, only for those hopes to be crushed along with her buzz. A figure was waiting, guarding her apartment door.
She had been well acquainted with that figure, there stood the right hand man of Roman's protection detail, Jey Uso, who happens to be his cousin.
"Did he send you here?" distress evident in her voice.
"He's waiting for you" Jey stated.
Sanai took a deep breath trying to push down the vultures occupying her stomach not butterflies. She took out her key to open the door only for Jey to open the door and escort her in her apartment, A great annoyance was brewing in her, not only were they here they trespassed her space, invaded her privacy ruined a great evening. Someone was about to get a lethal tongue lashing.
Upon entering Roman Reigns had changed out his usual suit for something smart casual a suit jacket, fitted pants, plain T-shirt, suede air force ones all donned in black, staple man bun in place, his Samoan facial features stoic.
Paul Heyman was standing on his right side dressed in a grey suit with matching pink tie and pocket square whereas Roman took up space in her living room siting on a leather beige lone armchair adjacent to the kitchen island. Her annoyance simmered a bit, he had that effect on her.
"You know you could have saved me the trouble of paying for an Uber but again you'd probably kill the Uber driver" she took a dig at him. He ignored her.
His monotone voice echoed "Uce, she got here safe?"
"Yessir, without incident" Jey confirmed.
Roman turned towards Paul gave a singular order. "Get her some water and an aspirin" Paul did so with haste and placed the items on the posh coffee table.
Sanai was in disbelief, speechless they already knew where the aspirin was. How long had they been in here?
His eyes finally fixated on her. "You had your fun tonight?" Roman examined her
Sanai moved closer to the two-seater adjacent to the stylish coffee table across from Roman and plopped down the seat, clearly she was defeated. His piercing stare never wavered, to avoid this she turned to Jey "Your other half, Jimmy, how is he doing?" she asked nicely.
A low growl came out of Roman, clearly he did not take kindly to her snub.
Nostrils flaring he commanded. "Excuse us"
Paul began his protest, however it was short lived,"Uce, take Paul with you, I'll alert y'all once I'm done"
Jey did as was told and left with Paul. Now. It was just them alone. Sanai buried her face in her hands in frustration. "Roman, what do you want? First you show up at my workplace and takeover, literally. Call me insignificant and now you are in my living room, what do you want from me?"
She was desperate for answers. Roman broke his stare, gave a glance at the items on the table then back at her brazen, she took up her cue and reached out to take the items placing the aspirin in her mouth followed by drinking the water.
She actively felt like she were suffocating under his presence, her skin too hot, her dress too tight, her hand was massaging her temples, her shoes were cutting blood circulation, Sanai reached for one of her heeled legs to pull away the shoe.
"Nah, leave them on", he said smoothly.
She took a sharp breath in, clearly this was not going the way she wanted, one final attempt. "Roman, I'm willing to get on my knees to ask you to please leave"
A devilish grin came upon his lips "Get on your knees then".
All her steadfastness was slowing walking out her apartment and what was left was an obedient slut she once was to him. Taking orders from him was akin to breathing and right now unsure she was gasping for air.
She slowly assimilated form, getting on her knees, finally breathing. Exerting his dominance he leaned on the back of the chair and signalled the 'come hither' motion with his fingers.
"Crawl to me" he let out with ease.
Like a rubik's cube configuration getting to its completion she got in all fours and sensually crawled toward him. Roman stared at her with unadulterated lust, she reached the edge of his knees and engulfed the space between his legs. Using his hand he caressed her cheek as she sank into his touch, he moved his hand she didn't notice, her head made contact with his thigh, she started rubbing her head against him in supplication, this only happened when she was touch starved.
Roman was in awe, he reached out to stroke the back of her neck. Sanai tilted her head back into his hand, eyes half lidded dazed as if in a trance. "Whose touch are you craving?" he spoke seductively.
An inaudible 'Yours' fell from her lips.
He tugged at her ponytailed braids "I didn't get that, say it to me, let me hear it. Whose touch?"
Panting she licked her lips "Yours", Sanai shamelessly squealed.
Roman halted his movements and set back placing his arms on the arm rest of the chair. The effects he had left on her were still lingering, slowly it hit her that his touch was absent, her eyes snapped open.
"Why'd you stop?" she fumed.
He reached out to cup her chin, she fell into the same pattern again "Because I can"
Agitated, she removed his hand and stood up, "You're toying with me… you know the moment you touch me I can't form a coherent thought let alone fight you. I relapse."
Sanai moved away from him. "You slither your way in to keep me docile so I don't challenge you" she said matter-of-factly
"Roman, you abandoned me, in a warehouse in a foreign country, now you're here spinning my world in a tizzy and I'm allowing it" Sanai chuckled darkly
"Are you even going to say anything an apology maybe, some form of accountability?"
Silence.
"Oh, so you're just going to sit there, looking all 'you know you want me' huh?" She crossed her arms over her chest and tried her best to look intimidating.
He couldn't help but laugh, the kind that gave off 'who are you kidding' vibe. He got up from the chair and towered over her "Are you done delaying the inevitable"
Sanai went back to sit on the sofa, Roman joined her, they both sat apart from each other, Sanai had her back against the arm rest her legs stretched out crossed at the ankles, facing him whereas Roman did his favourite thing ooze sexiness and stroke his beard. "Look at you, all cute and upset"
Her pout was slowing turning into something else. "Look at me?" he asked
She stared at everything but him, "I don't negotiate with emotional terrorists" she mocked. He feigned being hurt and placed a hand upon his chest as if she had shot him, a little smile adorned her lips.
"Look at me" this time he commanded.
Sanai took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, she turned and managed a side glance at him.
"I'm sorry" Roman said sincerely. Sanai sat up straight "The Roman I know doesn't apologise"
He moved closer closing the gap between them "Consider this a" he stopped "Readjustment" he confessed.
She brought her legs on the sofa her platform boots digging onto the surface she pulled her knees up to her chin, her mini dress hiked all the way up leaving little to the imagination. Her chin laid on her knees as if it were an arm rest, her eyes were searching investigating him to see this 'readjustment'. Roman's eyes roamed on her slightly exposed frame savouring every part his eyes landed on, his tongue made a debut licking his bottom lip and biting it for good measure.
"Eyes up here" she pointed at her eyes, their eyes met Roman winked at her laying the charm she simply blushed.
"I'm afraid if I make a move that heel will end up on my chest" he said as he took off his suit jacket placed it on the back of the sofa. His large muscular arms came into view his tribal sleeve tattoo on his left arm stood out, her eyes briefly lingered there before she spoke. "You are right, besides I'm still deciding whether your readjustment is genuine or a farce"
His voice dropped an octave "How genuine do you want it to be"
Roman leaned back put his arms around the sofa, he showed her how real she was making him feel as he was spotting a hard on. Sanai peeped downward and inhaled sharply.
"Genuine enough for you?" he asked gravely.
She was beside herself, "Looks solid to me" her voice was breathy yet confident.
"So, what's it gonna be, Sweet Pea", he let the hand with the sleeve rest on his dick, her eyes followed the movement, she swallowed.
She looked up, their eyes met in unison, held each other captive staring intensely, simply put they were eye fucking.
She bit into the corner of her mouth and the made the first move. Sanai parted her knees and stretched the one leg to where his knee was and left the other bent. Roman reached for her bent knee but she beat him to it by grabbing his wrist, he was taken aback by her quickness. Sanai gently guided his hand toward her core. His fingers were singed in her engulfing heat emitting from her thighs. Roman attempted to move his hand higher seek out the source of her heat, cup her through her wet panties to tear them on sight once he found them, but Sanai had his hand in a vice grip.
His face became a bundle of frustration and irritation "You've punished me all week, it's only fair I return the sentiment" her voice sultry unapologetic.
Roman let out a huff of annoyance, she giggled. "I remember saying there's consequences to your careless tongue best believe I'm going to wash your mouth out with cock"
Those words promoted her arousal which helped release her grip as the hiss of pleasure filled the air, Roman's forefinger had made direct contact with her wet panties. Roman didn't waste time he added his middle finger to the mix glided up her slit through her panties, another hiss of pleasure coursed through her. Sanai lowered down the sofa and rested her head on the arm rest to further give him access. His hand still in place fingers working at a snail's pace through her wet panties, Roman leaned forward using his free hand and braced it on the arm rest next to her face, he hovered over her face meeting her close but not too close.
She licked her lips in preparation to be kissed, however Roman had other plans, Roman cupped her through the drenched underwear using his thumb he slid her panties to the side, his thumb made contact with the sensitive flesh of her clit and started circling clockwise gently, a delicious moan of pleasure came from her lips, Roman dug his thumb a little deeper and rotated anti clockwise, her head further dug onto the head rest in pure rapture.
"What? No defiance not gonna throw a fit" he goaded her, Sanai managed to turn her face to where his free hand lay saw his thumb lapped at it and sucking it as if a pacifier she baited him. Roman was sure he draw blood from the sheer pressure he bit into his lip from what she did. She knew how to push his buttons.
"What are you going to do about it, yell it out of me?" Sanai fired back breathily further baiting.
Panting lowly he took that as his cue to switch it up, his thick fingers moved down her slit, Roman invaded her space moved up on her face "Again with that mouth. Nah, I'm gonna fuck it out of you" he stated matter-of-factly.
He inserted the two digits in her pussy Sanai gripped the edge of the sofa groaning loud. His thumb began massaging her clit in unison with his fingers plundering in her soaking wet pussy at a lounging pace. His fingers found a rhythm that her body danced to his hand thrust up and her hips followed every pump, Roman massaged her pussy like it had a serious kink, a knot that needed to be loosened by his touch and his touch alone. Roman ate up every elicit sound she was making he feed on every minuscule movement her body was gladly surrendering to him, it only served his point that she was his and he was going to make it stick in her head, made fact.
Her panting began to reach new heights as Roman upped the ante, her hips working to get closer and retreat with each thrust that alternated from painfully slow to rapidly fast. Roman sank his fingers and curled hitting the infamous sweet spot that prompted her back to arch from the couch, Sanai moaned loud, he continuously repeated the motion.
"If you keep… doing that, I'm gonna…I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum…" Sanai stated panting
Roman finally brought his lips to her mouth smirked against them, snaked his tongue in and kissed her passionately, Sanai was in state of pure ecstasy.
He removed his hand from her slippery core for a brief moment he marvelled at his work, Sanai was in a daze. She was robbed of air when Roman sunk his fingers into her and kissed her at the same time his tongue mimicking the action of his fingers thrusting, curling and teasing.
Sanai moaned louder, panted as if she were running a marathon
"Do you have the slightest idea how hot you are when you're in heat? Look at you chasing your nut" Roman said hotly to her. She was reaching her peak, her face was pure beautiful agony and euphoria.
"I can see your cum-face, are you coming for me baby girl?" She frantically nodded her head.
"Don't hold back. Cum on my fingers. Cum for me" Roman encouraged her.
Her hips worked furiously, pumping on Roman's fingers he didn't even have to move, her jaw dropped formed the 'O' shape a scream filled the room. She hit orgasm.
She shuddered and jerked at the sensations pummelling her, her body one big wave of juddering pleasure it was evident as the proof poured out of her as she squirted hard on his hand.
Sanai rose from the couch using her elbows as support her panting slowly subsiding, Roman extracted his hand from her pussy. His fingers were drenched Roman took those fingers and stuck them in his mouth and sucked on her juices her essence.
"Come taste yourself", he said voice thick with lust.
Sanai moved, her thighs straddled him did as told and made her way towards his mouth and tasted herself whenever their lips collided their tongues clashed. Her wetness still present, her bottom made contact with his dick through his pants, while making out Sanai slowly started grinding on him, her hands found their way to his bun Sanai pulled the tie holding back his hair. The luscious heavily moisturized locks came tumbling down his shoulders she buried her hands in his hair, she gently pulled his head back broke away from his mouth and placed soft kisses against his beard. Roman's hands found a home when they reached her ass and palmed, the mini dress was slowly becoming a nuisance as it was restricting a full view of her body.
Sanai traced kisses from his jaw to the spot where neck meets jaw and gave him a long lick down to his clavicle, where his tattoo was Roman roared in her ear. Sanai knew where his erogenous zones were and she was going to milk them. She placed open mouth kisses on his neck going up to reach his left ear. Roman palmed and squeezed her ass and held her steady as her grinding was affecting him as he thrust forward, he couldn't help it. They were steadily dry humping each other.
Sanai inhaled, used the tip of her nose to trace the shell of his ear breathing out "God, you smell good..." Her mouth found his earlobe using her tongue she grabbed it and sucked it.
Something primal in him kicked in high gear, a loud scratch like a tear filled the air that fell in course with a deep grunt, Roman had ripped her dress from the front through the peek-a-boo design of the dress into two pieces. Sanai felt her dress fall on both of her sides as her ample breasts spilled from the rip, she wasn't wearing a bra.
"My dress" Sanai quipped. "Like a decent person you could have asked me to take it off" she said in slight shock.
Roman gripped her hips ground her down against his erection "Around you I never want to be thought of as decent or a gentleman. Hard up ready to fuck, sure. Besides that dress didn't do you justice, you're gorgeous" he stared at her deeply as he blessed her with his alluring smile. She blushed profusely.
Roman put his mouth directing on her throat and sucked, his hands made their way underneath her thighs and dug both hands on each thigh he hoisted her up as he stood up to his full length, Sanai put her arms around his shoulders for support. Roman carried her all the way to her bedroom where dim lighting consumed their bodies. Sanai had her legs wrapped around his waist crossed at the ankles behind his back her hands tugged at his shirt in search of more contact more skin. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge of her large bed. He further spread the fabric of her torn dress as she helped him pull away what was left of the cloth. Now, half naked leaving nothing but her underwear and shoes on Sanai felt heat simmer through her as Roman's eyes roamed across her body.
Roman reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head with one hand as he throw it at a far corner in her bedroom. His broad chest graced her eyes rising and falling from his breathing, Sanai reached to touch his tribal tattoo etched on his body which up close looked like it began on his collarbone however the lines and patterns went on and stretched from his nipple, upper left side, the entire left arm and probably his back there was no knowing where it began or ended.
"Don't look at that, look at me", he whispered to her.
She made eye contact with him, his brilliant brown eyes were doing all sorts of things to her. They moved closer their kissing resuming slowly, passionately lips moving in-sync, "Where do you belong?" he asked gravely
"With you". She murmured.
"Acknowledge me. Tell me you're mine" He said asserting his dominance
"I'm yours, Roman." Sanai repeated like a parrot.
"My girl" He grinned.
His lips travelled down her neck. Roman used his left hand to brace the small of her back keep her secure, his right hand moved to his back where Sanai had boxed him in with her legs and platform shoes. Roman tactically manoeuvred his hand to remove her shoes from her feet as a loud thud hit the floor as her platforms dropped one by one.
Roman placed his now free hand on the nape of her neck brought her face to his the kissing spree commenced however it intensified what started off as affectionate, slow and passionate became wild, hungry. Sanai whimpered and moaned under his touch. Roman gripped Sanai gently by the throat panting hard he put space between them slowing them down.
His hand moved touched her from neck to chin he ran the pad of this thumb across her lips, she savoured the taste by licking her lips, his other hand came into play, he tentively brushed the pad of his other thumb on her nipple.
She let out a soft gasp as her nipple hardened as he circled it counter clockwise then clockwise both nipples swelled, more so the one being worked. He went for the other nipple he bent down and dragged his tongue on it, she gasped loudly. Roman was determined to make her a puddled mess make her come mind, body and soul.
He brushed his thumb over her lips then he sunk his thumb in her mouth she wrapped her lips around it and sucked. Roman delicately pushed her off his lap she landed easily on the floor between the space of his thighs, his digit gone a startled yelp came from Sanai's mouth to suggest her surprise.
"I did say I was going to wash your mouth out with dick, right", he said as his hand reached his zipper and released his beast. He wrapped his hand around his hardened flesh and softly stroked up, Sanai's eyes went wild, mouth salivating. His eyes had dilated as he soaked up her position, as did she, his full torso exposed for her to ogle at. She was at a perfect distance to where his cock was, hand still wrapped on his dick he moved to traced her lips with the tip.
"Open up" his voice dripped of arousal.
Roman licked his lips as the lust boiling in him grow in intensity he watched as Sanai opened her mouth he put himself inside her to help accommodate this Roman gripped her by the ponytail with a firm hold and guided her down his shaft. He was greeted by pure warmth as an inaudible 'fuck' hit air pure bliss escaped Roman's mouth. He began washing her mouth thrusting into it in degrees. He went in deeper as Sanai's throat contracted around him the sensation was too sweet almost too painful to release himself from he pulled away. Sanai gasped loudly, a long trail of spit connected her flushed lips to the top of his dick.
"More?" He asked, Sanai simply opened her mouth and he pushed forward going in, he fucked her mouth going in deep "Shit!" Roman cussed loud as her gag reflex kicked in he wanted to stay there in that sensation it felt good he pulled away quickly. More gasping and spit, Sanai opened her eyes caught her breath. They both needed a breather, however Roman wasn't having it
"Suck me off" he instructed her, he let his hands rest on his sides.
Sanai did as ordered to a point where her cheeks were concave her mouth was exquisite going at a pace his body agreed to. She held him in place underneath the hood of his cock while sucking enthusiastically at the tip her tongue lashed his tip as if enticing it, drawing it, rush it to release a backlog of come, a quake began in him, his head fell back, however Roman used all his strength to withdraw from her eager warm wet mouth.
"Okay," he laughed shakily, looking at her? Were they two of her? Was he having double vision due to her vigorous activity "God, that mouth" he said in wonder.
Sanai simply nodded whilst a wicked smile graced her face pleased with herself. Roman wrenched his pants down to his ankles kicked them off along with his sneakers, she wiped the corners of her mouth. Hunger in his eyes Roman pulled her off the floor subtly touched her abdomen pulled down her underwear discarded the cloth. Sanai straddled his lap as Roman grabbed his cock and aimed at its precise target he took her by the hips as his hips surged forward
"Oh! God!" She pitched forward and held on to him by the nape of his neck Sanai stopped breathing and thinking the moment his cockhead began to penetrate. He stopped moving as she sighed. She began panting again gaining her breath and slowly rocked against him his dick burrowed inside, she was tight he stretched her, she was soaking wet and her pussy accommodated every inch of him.
"Holy fuck, Roman" Sanai emitted from her lips
Sanai slid up a little on his dick and let her bodyweight push him deeper on the way down. Coherent words failed to come out as they were lost in the mire of turbulent pleasure. Ecstasy latched on Roman as he raised one of hands and pulled Sanai's face toward his as their lips met in a searing kiss, they moaned in one another's mouths as their bodies instinctively moved against each other. His mouth found her neck, Sanai reared her head back and moaned as his tongue left a wet streak on its wake down to her nipple he sucked on one then the other. Their eyes connected, held. Their lips met again for a brief moment as Roman held her still and slightly bent his torso further sinking his dick in her and thrust into her, she cried out, her arms wrapped tightly around his head pulling on his hair from his scalp.
Roman needed to be inside of her like a drug addict finally getting their hit of their drug of choice. He thrust again, and again until he felt satisfied that the whole of him was inside her heat, her eyes had rolled back as mellifluous curses came out her.
"Don't stop" she said in pure hysteria.
Roman moved her body with every thrust, sliding herself up then down his cock in a rhythm that demanded she keep pace.
He palmed her ass in both hands as he fucked her he was rewarded by her moans. They were drenched in glossy sweat as he pushed further, all the sounds her pussy was making, her moans above him the heat they shared it only served to shoot him toward his crisis.
"Ro… Rom… Roman" her words coming out uneven, "Please… More… Yes!" her words were a high-pitched plea. She was chasing an orgasm that came too hard and fast.
Roman fucked her through her climax, her cunt gave in around him as he kept pounding into her till her orgasm subsided and she collapsed against his chest.
Sanai panted against his chest her breasts were slick and his naked chest was caked in sweat, she was tender after she'd come so hard but still eager to please "Gosh, Roman" she let out. "Slowdown" it came out in a low whisper
He willed himself to slow down for her benefit, he slowed his pace grinding. He slow fucked her.
"Yes" she sighed contentedly her face in a state of mania "Like that. Fuck me just like that"
"Stop saying fuck" He panted, "I might fuck around pick up speed again" she giggled. Roman with one hand reached her nipple and pinched it to quell her giggle, Sanai let out a whine.
Roman smiled found his way to her lips and kissed her. After a while her movements fell in rhythm with him, she pushed down and he thrust up, she retreated when he did only to meet him with equal force.
More hissing came from them as if they were snakes "Shit, you feel good" He murmured against her mouth. A change of position was in order Roman switched her around as her back made contact with the bed he placed his hands flat on the bed on either side of Sanai's hips still inside her, he was delighted by her mewling whimpers as he began to gradually pick up pace.
"Fuck me" she said with bated breath.
"Beg me" He demanded, his right hand came up her throat gently grabbed and squeezed lightly cutting air circulation choking her, Sanai gladly gave in.
"Please, Roman. I want you to fuck me into a slow death in this bed" She said a bit winded from the arm around her neck she bit the corner of her lower lip as Roman finally released his choke. Roman pushed himself all the way in. His one arm braced the surface of the bed the other gripped tightly on her hip, he watched himself fuck her, fuck her into oblivion. He couldn't hold back any longer he was going to come inside her.
Their eyes pierced each other with their intensity and before he knew it he emptied himself in her, he tried to keep his eyes open watch Sanai reach her crisis once again he couldn't as he was too lost in the delirium of being received by Sanai's body.
He finally opened his eyes his orgasm subsiding he looked down and was greeted by a cute soft smile of utter satisfaction from the girl underneath him.
"This is why I hate having you like this. Once we come together, pun intended" she chuckled "We never stop"
Roman finger combed his slick hair backward, aligned himself bent down to kiss her damp forehead, "I know, that's why I'm allowing you a breather, I'm not done with you yet" he fall down next to her on the bed simply basking in the moment. They carried on their activities well into the wee hours of the morning.
Sheets wrapped haphazardly around her body her internal clock woke her up, only for her to glance at the real one at middle of her bedroom, the light from the windows had infiltrated her bedroom making everything a little too bright, stinging her eyes, it was 01:30pm and Sanai still had much sleep to catch up on. Images of the early morning with Roman Reigns started playing out in her head like a movie a goofy smile crept up her lips.
Sanai tried to move her body but she was too sore from all the vigorous activity she had engaged in, the man taking up residence in her head, made an appearance as he walked into her room in dressed in a blue t-shirt, tight as if a second skin, fitted joggers and Nike shoes a model she hadn't seen before as if he had just come from working out or something, Sanai felt heat in shoot straight to her pussy she thought it had calmed down, wrong. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs to avoid incident.
Roman came in holding a medium size Starbucks cup and approached her bed, sat on the edge of it as it dipped from his weight "I got you your favourite, hazelnut latte" he offered it to her.
She took it "Thank you. Are you planning on giving my pussy a reprieve? You in that shirt really is not helping" she said earnestly.
His laugh tickled her ears "Why would I do something irresponsible like that"
He pointed at his shirt "This right here makes me look like I invented blue" he smirked, she did her favourite thing around him blush. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.
Sanai moved her neck side to side releasing whatever kink ailed her," Feeling real sore" she nodded.
He got off the bed and stood to his full height "I'll run you a hot bath" walked toward the door, in her head she knew this thing between them was far from over however she'd see what the course set was. Before he could walk out the room Sanai called out to him, he stopped.
"I honestly don't know the state of the foundation of my legs can you give me a lift?" she asked sickly sweet
Roman welcomed her with his beautiful smile "With pleasure, baby girl"