A/N: Am I the only one that teared up a little while watching Roman's documentary? I swear I was not prepared for all those feels, man, lol. Such a cute family. It only made me like the guy more, tbh.
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Joe exhaled wistfully as he settled in the plush leather seat. "Gosh, I can't believe I'm almost thirty. Where the hell did time go?"
Sitting to his right, Sasha raised an eyebrow at him. "You ain't thirty for another two years. If you're whining now, what'chu gonna do when you're almost forty, hmm?" she asked cynically.
"Hope I look as good as you?" He flashed her a wide, innocent smile, and Sasha rolled her eyes. "Good save."
It was perfect timing that he would be back home on his birthday. Once Sasha found that out, she made plans, starting with a quiet lunch date. After that they would go see the new blockbuster with Dwayne that he'd been clamoring to watch. What Joe didn't know was that she was keeping him away from the house to pave the way for the little surprise that would be awaiting him when they returned home.
It was a warm afternoon, and lunch was at the restaurant with a rooftop setting which offered a great view of downtown Tampa as well as delicious seafood. Joe picked up his menu booklet. "How was yoga with Pam this morning?" he asked.
"Good." Sasha smiled, then narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Have you ever tried yoga?"
He shot her a strange look. "Um, no."
"Not masculine enough for you?" She rolled her eyes.
"It's not that, I just like a rigorous workout. Hell, I barely do CrossFit but you expect me to do yoga?"
"Fine, I won't ask again. But don't knock it if you haven't tried it," she giggled, casting a glance at her phone before focusing on her menu.
"Sometimes I feel like you bite that lip just to torture me."
Sasha looked up and met Joe's eyes, dark and suggestive, and her body grew warm, like it always did when he looked at her like that. "I don't know what you mean." Her eyes widened innocently.
"Sure you don't." Joe grinned wolfishly. "I remember our very first date. It was all I could do not to lean across the table and bite off that lip."
"It's a bad habit," she confessed, "Still working on it."
"It's a hot bad habit." A smirk tugged his lips. "I also remember you not letting me kiss you that night."
Grinning at the memory, Sasha shook her head. "Trust me baby, if I let you, we'd have had sex right there on the pavement. I wanted you so bad. I just needed to catch my breath. You were a…lot to take in. Still are, to be honest."
He brushed a large hand over her thigh. "You looked so gorgeous that night," he smiled, "Just like you do now."
He was really laying the charm on thick today. Was he trying to score some birthday ass for tonight? Before she could ask, a waitress appeared at their table.
"Good afternoon, what can I get you today? Would you like to start with an appetizer?" Rounding the table, the waitress froze when she saw Joe, and all the blood drained from her face.
"Oh my god, oh my god…Roman Reigns!" she exclaimed. "Oh wow! I'm such a big fan, Roman…er…sir. You're my favorite member of the Shield! Oh my god, I can't believe you're here! Can I get a picture?" The words all came out in a rush and Sasha could only sit back and raise an eyebrow in amusement. Happened all the time.
The Samoan glanced at Sasha, then pasted on a panty-dropping smirk for the waitress. As the smile did not quite reach his eyes, Sasha instantly knew that this was the smile he used for fans. It was fascinating to watch – him molding them all in his hands like putty, working them and making them feel special for those few seconds he granted them.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, no photographs right now," Joe said kindly, "but I could sign something for you."
"Oh great! Here." Instantly she shoved the notepad and pen she was holding at him.
"What's your name, darlin'?"
"Ellen. Oh my gosh, wait until my friends find out I met you! They'll be so jealous." Her grin was about to split her face.
"Here you go." He passed the pad back to her and she clutched it to her chest, and Sasha had to look down to keep from laughing and rolling her eyes. After a few lengthy seconds of the waitress just standing there staring at Joe, Sasha decided to step in.
"So um, we'd like to order now, if that's okay with you, Ellen."
She shook herself out of her trance and blushed, not meeting Sasha's eyes. "Oh, of course. What can I get you?" She stared expectantly at Joe and he smirked, turning to Sasha with his hand still on her thigh. "You order first, baby."
And her man was back. "I'll have the turkey club, please, without the onion rings," said Sasha.
"And what can I get you, Mr. Reigns…er…sir?" Ellen's face reddened.
"I'll have the same as my girlfriend, and a bottle of your best white wine." He smiled at the waitress, who nodded. "Okay, let me know if I can get you anything else. Thanks again for the autograph!" And off she went.
"You okay?" Sasha asked when they were alone.
Joe shrugged. "Yeah, that wasn't so bad. Kinda used to the attention. You?"
"Amused. Then again, Pam and I were pretty much the same when we met LL Cool J at WrestleMania," she said, sighing dreamily at the memory and placing her hand over her heart.
Joe rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I remember that." Suddenly he held his hands up, shaking them animatedly in the air. "Oh my god oh my god! It's LL Cool J! I like, love you so much!" he said in a squeaky, Valley girl voice that both impressed and worried her. Bursting into laughter, she pushed his arm. "I do not sound like that!" she dissented, "Pam, maybe, but not me."
"I'ma tell her you said that. She'll kick your ass all over Tampa," he replied, leaning into her touch when she reached over to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear.
The wine arrived, followed by their lunch, and Sasha picked up her glass. "I noticed you don't drink Jack anymore," she observed her boyfriend.
"Haven't touched a drop in months," Joe concurred, smiling sheepishly. "You know how much I've struggled with it. Might as well stay away from it completely."
She leaned in and kissed his lips. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You've been doing real good."
"Thanks. I'm trying." He reached over and took her hand, raising it to his lips, and Sasha smiled at the blush that colored his cheeks.
They settled in to enjoy their lunch, but other waitresses kept stopping by their table to get Joe's autograph or gush about how much they loved watching him on TV, how cool they thought his Superman punch was, and some even asked about Jon and Colby. It got from adorable to annoying real quick for Sasha. This was meant to be a private lunch and they were invading that privacy. Of course Joe remained his sweet self, politely returning every greeting, but Sasha thought they were being unprofessional. Luckily the restaurant wasn't too busy otherwise there would probably have been customers coming over as well.
When she'd finally lost count of how many employees had come to interrupt their lunch, she got to her feet.
"You okay, babe?" Joe asked her.
"I'm fine. I'll be right back." She gave him a bright, reassuring smile and left the table, making her way to the bar. She found Ellen there, the waitress's star-struck stare quickly shifting from Joe when she saw Sasha approaching.
"I need to speak with the manager, please," said Sasha.
"Oh, sure. I'll go get her." She disappeared into what Sasha assumed was the kitchen and reappeared with a tall redhead, seemingly the only member of staff who hadn't managed to make it to their table yet.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" the lady said with a genial smile.
"I hope so. My boyfriend and I are having lunch here, and your staff has been interrupting us to ask him for autographs and to speak with him." She trailed off, observing the other woman's seemingly blank features. "You might not know him, he's-"
The lady smiled warmly. "I have two granddaughters. They're big wrestling fans," she said, her smile turning to a frown. "I'm sorry, my staff shouldn't have approached you at all. That's against policy. Can I comp your lunch?"
Sasha shook her head. "It's not about the money, ma'am. It's about the lack of privacy. I'd just really appreciate it if you'd ask them to stop." She tried not to sound like a bitch as she laid her complaint.
"I completely understand," said the manager. "I'll take care of it. I apologize on behalf of my staff."
Nodding her head in thanks, Sasha walked away, overhearing Ellen apologize to her boss, and returned to her seat next to Joe. "No one will be bothering you again," she informed him.
"What did you do?"
"I went to Management. Other customers are one thing, but it's not appropriate for the staff to interrupt us every five minutes."
"Nani, this is just how it is sometimes."
She shrugged one shoulder, maintaining her obstinate stance. "Well, not today. It's my boyfriend's birthday and this is my lunch date with him. I don't get to see him much so forgive me if I'm not really in the mood to share."
At her words, Joe's eyes softened, and the smile he gave her was even hotter than the drop-your-panties one he gave Ellen. "Look at my sassy warrior queen, marking her territory," he praised.
"Just looking out for mine, baby," she smiled sweetly, the beep of her phone attracting her attention.
"You keep checking your phone," Joe pointed out, raising a curious eyebrow. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," she said simply, shoving some food into her mouth so she wouldn't have to explain any further.
The rest of the meal was delicious and they were indeed no longer bothered, unless to ask if they wanted more wine or dessert. At the end of their lunch, Ellen placed the leather check holder on the table and walked away without a word. Joe opened it, then there was a look of surprise on his features before he smiled and passed it to Sasha. Instead of a check, there was a note.
Dear Sir,
We appreciate your patience and generosity toward our staff. Today's lunch is on the house. Please accept this $150 gift card to join us again, uninterrupted, soon.
"Wow," said Sasha, "I guess my chat with the manager worked."
"Looks like we got another date night in our future. All thanks to my warrior queen." Joe slipped the card in his wallet and grinned at Sasha.
"How awesome was that machine gun scene though?" Joe said, as they walked hand in hand towards the front steps of their home, the sky above them starting to darken. "I swear every time a new movie of his comes out I get more jealous."
Sasha merely smiled, listening to her boyfriend gush about the movie they just watched. Sitting at the very top row of the stadium-style seats, they'd gotten the full cinema experience, with popcorn, hot dogs and 3D glasses. He couldn't remember the last time he went to the movies and seeing how much he'd enjoyed it, she was glad she'd thought about the idea.
As they ascended up the short steps, Joe pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head. "I had such a good time today, baby girl."
'Today' wasn't quite over, but she would let him figure that out for himself. "I'm happy you did."
"Still wish you let me pay for shit though."
Incredulous, Sasha rolled her eyes. "It's your birthday; you shouldn't be paying for shit."
"You know the best part about today though?"
"What's that?"
"I got to spend it with you." He turned to look at her, his heart in his charcoal-hued gaze. "How have I coped without you in my life?"
Touching his cheek, Sasha guided his head down so their foreheads met. "You have coped babe, and you woulda kept coping," she assured him. "You've been through so much and yet here you are, still standing, conquering the world. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for, Joe. Don't ever forget that."
Joe smiled and kissed her, the only response he had for such touching words. He unlocked the front door, letting Sasha walk inside first.
"SURPRISE!"
Joe nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned on the lights, his grey eyes filled with confused shock at the sight of all the people inside the house. Along with T.K. and Mia, he spotted his parents, his brother, both his sisters and all their kids, along with Reggie and his family. He hadn't seen any of them since Mania a month ago. As they all launched into a rendition of "Happy Birthday", Joe met Sasha's cheeky, knowing smile. "You sly little minx. So this is why you kept looking at your phone and acting all secretive and shit," he scolded, but there was a big happy grin on his handsome face and a hint of tears in his eyes. He enveloped her in a tight hug and a kiss on the lips.
Soon enough the house was filled with laughter, wrapping paper and cake, with the lucky birthday boy having three to choose from. Sasha ensured she took enough pictures for him to look back on fondly when he returned to work in a couple of days' time. She grinned from ear to ear as she watched him chat with Patricia, happy to see her man so happy. And not just him; her kids looked right at home with the Anoa'i family. T.K. and his new best friends it seemed, Matai and Jacob, playing pool in the corner. Mia on Sika's lap, the old man roaring with laughter at whatever the little girl had said. It was all so...perfect. Suddenly overwhelmed, Sasha glanced away, wiping the tears from her eyes before anyone noticed.
By eleven o'clock the last guest had left, and the house was quiet again. T.K. took Mia to bed and returned downstairs to help Joe and Sasha clean up the living room. As Joe dumped another stack of disposable plates in the trash, he felt a hand on the small of his back.
"Bedroom. Fifteen minutes." Sasha's voice was a soft, cryptic whisper in his ear. Standing back upright, he turned to her, but she'd already brushed past him and was heading upstairs. He had no idea what she was up to, but the excitement of finding out was strong enough to make him finish up quicker. He took the stairs two at a time, trying not to trip on his own feet in his haste. He opened the door to the bedroom and paused, noticing the dimmed lights. The familiar floral fragrance that he liked on Sasha permeated the air. The wooden chair that was usually in a corner now sat in the middle of the room.
"Lock the door, baby."
He looked in the direction of where her voice came from, and his mouth went dry. Sasha was walking towards him, wearing a dress shirt – his own, surely, as it fell to the middle of her thighs – a black skinny tie and fishnet stockings. Her hair was up in a bun. The outfit was capped off, to his great pleasure, with the very same red Louboutin stilettos from their incredible weekend in Pensacola. He would never forget those shoes as long as he lived. "What's going on, nani?" he inquired.
"I got a secret present for you, Daddy," she said, taking his blazer from him and putting it away.
His grey gaze followed her backside and involuntarily, his tongue darted out over his lips. "Do I get a clue?"
"Oh, you will in a minute. Take a seat, handsome. Make yourself comfortable." Placing her hands on his chest, she backed him into the chair, and he sat down and settled in eagerly. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy what was coming.
"Now you never hesitate to remind me that I can't sing for shit, so I'll let Bey handle that," Sasha said. "Listen to every word, baby. It's me talking to you, meaning every word."
Picking up the remote for the iPhone speakers, she switched to the planned track and turned her back to Joe. The song began, and Beyoncé's smoky voice filled the air.
I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you
Wanna show you how much I will forever be true
Zoning in on the music, Sasha's hips swayed from side to side, then rolled in circular motions. She went slow, bending slightly at the knees as she moved her hips left and right, letting Joe drink in her curves. She pulled out the band securing her hair, letting the long tresses flow down her shoulders. Her hands found their way into her hair, shaking it out before she swiveled around to face Joe, love and desire burning in her gaze.
Wanna show you how much you got your girl feelin' good
Wanna show you how much, how much you're understood
Wanna show you how much, I value what you say
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me bae
She loosened her necktie, pulling it off and letting it slip to the floor. Her fingers teased the first three buttons on her shirt open, giving Joe a glimpse of the green and black lace and satin bra underneath. Her hands clasped her breasts and slowly rubbed them, an audible moan slipping from her lips as she closed her eyes, her hands gliding up and down her torso, her thighs, visualizing her man's hands on her, and it was enough to dampen her panties. Sasha caressed herself some more, then caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it up enough to expose her stomach and panties. Her eyes opened to see Joe shift in his chair, lips pursed, his hands clenched into fists on his thighs.
Blowing him a kiss, she tied her shirt in a knot, she continued to roll her body, her hips keeping up their sensual twirl as she lowered down to a squatting position, opening and closing her legs with her hands on her knees to the beat of the song. She then stretched her legs so that she landed in a perfect split on the floor. It was a trick she hadn't tried in years but the look on Joe's face told her the attempt was worth it. Another graceful swipe of her leg and she was back on her feet with ease. Turning her back to Joe, she bent over sharply, her legs parted and knees locked, her hands touching the floor. She rolled her ass in the air for a few seconds before pulling back up, dragging her fingers up her legs and thighs. Months of yoga coupled by her natural abilities as a dancer and the self-confidence she'd rebuilt thanks to the stunning man seated in front of her, were the only reason she could have gone through with any of this tonight.
Wanna show you how much, I really care about your heart
I wanna show you how much, I hate being apart
Show ya, show ya, show ya til you're through with me
I wanna keep it how it is, so you can never say how it used to be
Joe could only stare, mesmerized by her body – that goddamn ass – and the audacious way she was using it to tease him. Without realizing he was doing it, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, dangling it between his fingers. "C'mere baby. Daddy's got somethin' for ya," he growled. He couldn't help himself; this little show of hers warranted a monetary reward.
Sasha sauntered towards her boyfriend, one foot in front of the other, her curvy hips swinging. She plucked the money out of his hand, edging away as soon as he reached for her. "Ah-ah, you ain't slick, big boy. No touching yet," she warned, wagging a finger at him as she stuffed the money into her bra. Flashing him a wink, she trailed her fingers along his boulder-like shoulders as she circled his chair, stopping directly behind him. She bent low to nip his earlobe, then slowly lowered herself down, running her hands along his muscular arms and pulling them behind his back. Her hand snuck underneath the chair, where she'd concealed the handcuffs, and swiftly, she slapped them on his wrists. Rising back up, she gripped his hair and tugged it back roughly so he was looking at her upside down.
Loving you is really all that's on my mind
And I can't help but to think about it day and night
I wanna make that body rock, sit back and watch
"Babe," he warned.
"Just a precaution, Daddy. Don't need you gettin' frisky just yet."
A low growl emanated from Joe as he licked his lips. "Say Daddy again."
She tossed a leg over his shoulder, rubbing her thigh against the side of his face, and leaned down next to his ear. "Does it turn you on when I call you Daddy?" she whispered, grinning when he groaned and turned his head to lick her inner thigh. She forced herself to pull away otherwise this dance would be cut real short.
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you
Tonight I'm gonna dance for you
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
Tonight it's going down
Strutting round the chair to his front, she blew him another kiss and bent at the waist, ensuring he could see her cleavage. She placed her palms on his knees and pushed them further apart. Giving a sultry whip of her hair, she stared at him through her long lashes as she swung one leg over his, then the other, and straddled his lap. A soft moan left her lips as she was greeted by the hard ridge of his length straining through his pants, straining for her. Gripping the head of the chair, she leaned in and flicked her tongue over his top lip, grinning when he tried unsuccessfully to catch it. She pushed her breasts forward, right in his face, and started to roll her ass to the beat of the song, grinding on his crotch. She lost herself to the pulse of the music, drinking in the familiar scent of his cologne, her arousal starting to flare.
I'll be rockin' on my babe, rockin', rockin' on my babe
Swirlin' my babe swirlin', swirlin' on my babe
Baby lemme put my body on your body
Promise not to tell nobody cuz
It's 'bout to go down
Still dancing on him, she unbuttoned his shirt, parting the halves and caressing his broad, smooth chest and belly with her palms. His moan was lustful, needy, and she placated him with a slow, smoldering kiss. He reciprocated by forcing her mouth open with his and tangling their tongues together in a heated clash, making Sasha heady and more stimulated than she already was. She flicked her tongue inside his mouth, all the while rotating her hips in a circular motion and wrenching another expletive from Joe. Behind his back he pulled at the handcuffs, wondering if he could break them.
Toning the pace down for the moment, Sasha dismounted him and took a step back, untying the knot on her shirt. She made a show of opening it up, fully revealing her lingerie. As she let the shirt drop to the floor, Joe groaned at the sight before him, certain he was drooling. She looked so damn good, all them curves and him with no brakes. Again he struggled with the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to put his hands on her body and have his way with her all night long. He watched her turn around, then bend at the waist once more, sliding her hand down her leg to touch her ankle while gifting him with another nice view of that juicy derriere. Her leg was straight, as was her back, the posture perfect and enticing. Fluidly, she dropped back down to the floor, then slid her body forwards a little and got on her knees, keeping them wide apart. Placing her hands on her hips, she popped her butt, twerking her ass cheeks in perfect timing with the beat of the music. She then planted her hands on the floor and bounced her butt, up and down, riding the floor the way she would ride her man. Rolling onto her back, she parted her legs wide and with her feet planted on the floor, she lifted her hips and began to grind upward. She slipped her fingers between her thighs, stroking herself through the thin, dampened fabric of her thong, all the while grinding her hips in the air.
Joe was sure he was about to cry. This was fucking torture. He was painfully hard by now, and he was torn between letting her finish her little show and destroying the cuffs to get at her. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there for or how much longer this song would go on. He just wanted to ravage the shit out of his woman.
Sasha grinned at the look of absolute hunger in her man's eyes. He looked like a caged animal, desperate to attack something, specifically, her. But she was only just beginning. She crawled on her hands and knees towards him, taking her time, arching her back with each move towards him. She slinked up his body, running her hands teasingly along his muscled thighs, and returned to her seat between his legs. This time with her back to him and with her knees together, she gyrated on him once more, leaning forwards and bracing her hands on his kneecaps. Joe gritted his teeth at the sight of her back flexing, her bare ass cheeks wreaking havoc on his dick. His head lolled backwards against the chair, certain he was about to come in his pants. "Fuckin' hell, Sasha…" he breathed.
A wide smile spread on her face, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. "Mm, moan my name like that again, Daddy," she purred. Before he could reply, she threw her legs over his own and pushed her ass further into him, rolling and writhing and increasing the friction on his dick, her high heels giving her the leverage and balance she needed.
"Fuck!" Joe spat the word out, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier as Sasha continued to dry-hump him. He couldn't take it anymore and he wouldn't. With all the strength he could muster he stretched the cuffs as hard as he could. The short chain snapped within seconds, freeing his hands. With lightning speed, he wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her roughly to his chest. It all happened so fast and it caught Sasha completely by surprise. "Baby! No touching," she said, squirming in his arms, but Joe held her tightly.
"It's my birthday, I can do whatever the fuck I want," he snarled, his fingers easily shoving her thong aside to stroke her wetness. She arched her back at the lightning that suddenly shot through her, her body already shuddering as his long, thick fingers plunged in and out of her. Yep, he was in full control now.
"You're soaking wet, baby girl," he murmured, his fingers circling inside her. "You got turned on turning me on, huh? You naughty girl." He smacked the ball of nerves, and Sasha cried out, arching against his hand and her head falling over his shoulder, her hips bucking as he continued his assault on her folds.
"Unlock the cuffs," Joe ordered, watching her remove the ruined items from each of his wrists before he pulled her back to him. His warm tongue met the shell of her ear. "I want my present, nani. I wanna eat and finger and fuck your pussy all night long. Will you give me what I want?"
"Yes," she breathed, aching from head to toe with desire as she watched him suck his fingers. "My pussy's all yours, Daddy. Take it."
"With pleasure." As he guided her to sit up on his lap, something on her upper back caught his eye. "What's this?" he asked, pushing her hair to the front and tugging her bra strap down.
Etched on her left shoulder blade, in small, elegant, black cursive text speckled with grey, were the letters G.I. He'd memorized every inch of her body and not once had he seen this. His fingers brushed over the tattoo as he stared at it in astonishment. "When did you get this?"
Sasha smiled shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Couple of days ago. It's my little birthday gift to you. The grey coloring matches your eyes," she said. The reveal couldn't have been timed any better. She'd made sure to wear covered up clothing so he wouldn't see it until tonight. Cupping his face gently, she gazed deep into his eyes. "You've always had my back since we first got together, and you know I'll always have yours, and this is kind of a reminder of that." It was her very first tattoo and she was relieved to know he liked it. The look on his face was one she would remember forever.
Joe could honestly say that it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. And her sweet words hit him right in the heart. "My nickname looks damn good on you." Unhooking her bra, he kissed the branded skin reverently. "Baby girl, I love it. I love you." He was amazed that she would do that. Thrilled. It screamed permanency and commitment to him and he loved the sound of that.
Standing up from the chair, he carried her over to the bed and dropped her on it, then shrugged down his pants and boxers simultaneously. He smiled as her eyes fell down to his dick, hunger flaring in her brown orbs. She didn't need to worry; she was going to get her fill and then some.
"How do you want me, Daddy?" Sasha asked after he'd pulled her thong down her legs. Watching him put on a condom, she lifted her butt in the air. "You wanna fuck me in the ass? I know we've never done that before," she said. "Go ahead, baby. It's your birthday. Take me however you want."
Smoothing a large hand over her round, succulent backside, he grabbed hold of her hips and turned her back around to face him. Indeed, they'd never done anal before, but it wasn't something he lost sleep over and neither should she. Climbing on top of her, he seized her lips in a searing kiss. "Thanks for the offer, baby girl. But there's plenty other things Daddy can do to you, and you best believe sweetheart," his voice dropped an octave as he stared at her. "Daddy's gonna fuck you hard tonight."
At the wicked gleam in his eye, Sasha felt her pussy clench involuntarily. "I'm counting on it," she said, right before his lips crashed back to hers. The time for talking was over. His hands and mouth were all over her, the softness of her skin and her moans of pleasure shooting more blood down to his dick. She had teased him so good that the need to take her was all-consuming at this point. Turning her onto her stomach, he kneeled behind her, straddling her thighs, and pushed inside her, moaning at the slippery warmth that welcomed his dick. As promised, he took her hard with deep, commanding strokes, reclaiming the dominance she seduced out of him minutes ago. She moaned and gasped, wrapping the sheets around her fists as he fucked her with a primal intensity, kneading her plump ass with both hands as he did so. "Fuckin' shit," she groaned, "Oh my god, you fuck me so good, Daddy."
Growling lowly, Joe responded by slapping her ass hard enough to make her cry out. Clamping a hand around the back of her neck, he rammed his dick into her sweet spot over and over, and she ended up biting her lip to keep from screaming down the house. Joe noticed this and grunted angrily, shoving a finger roughly between her lips. "Hell no, doll. You scream for me. Open that pretty mouth of yours and let Daddy hear you."
Her body was his slave, his marionette, and he was the puppet master. Right away, her jaw fell open and she moaned long and loud. It was music to his ears, his dick swelling inside her in reaction. Flattening his large body on top of her own, he swore out loud as the different angle inched him deeper inside her, her walls squeezing his length harder. Jesus, she felt so damn good, so wet and tight. He had to stop for a second, to pause and catch his breath.
"No! Baby don't stop…" Sasha begged, her ragged voice trembling with need, "Don't stop, please. Keep goin'. Fuck me…"
Her throaty plea sent tremors down his spine. A groan tumbled from his lips as he began again, grinding into her persistently, and he leaned down to kiss her neck, breathing in her scent, her skin, the sounds of her moans and gasps washing over him. His hand snuck between her legs, finding her clitoris, furiously taking her to the edge, not letting her even stop to drag in a ragged breath as his thrusts increased.
"J-J-J…" Sasha stammered, her tongue too thick and her brain too fuddled to form any more coherent words. He pounded into her, harder and harder, and a final flick of his fingers over her clit finished her off. Shrieking his name into the sheets, she climaxed violently, shaking for a long moment before going slack underneath him. "Fuck." Her mouth hung open, her beautiful face twisted in blissful agony, wondering if the twitching in her body was ever going to stop.
"That's what you get for teasing me," said Joe, brushing his lips over her new tattoo before laying on his back and pulling her on top of him. "Time for round two, baby. Come ride Daddy's dick. And do that squatting thing that I like."
"Anything to please you, Daddy," Sasha breathed. Kicking off her heels, she adjusted to a squatting position and slowly lowered herself onto him, resting her hands on his chest. Her ass slapped loudly against his lap as she worked his dick from head to base with her pussy. She stopped to briefly grind down on him, causing them both to gasp aloud at how deep he was inside her, but she loved it, loved every long, thick inch of him and the pleasure he never failed to give her.
Arms behind his head, Joe licked his lips in approval at the view before him. "I can watch you ride my dick all night, baby girl," he said. Grabbing both her ass cheeks, he sat her down fully on him, impaling her on his shaft, then lifted her up again and back down, burying himself deep inside her. He established a rhythm quickly, and each move found her spot nice and sweetly. Sasha grabbed the headboard to steady herself, moaning over and over as he bounced her on his dick, certain she was going to pass out from the delicious sensations zinging within her body.
Joe sat up so they were chest to chest and wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth with his. They stopped moving for a moment to kiss and caress each other, their mouths and bodies melting into one. "I love you so much," he breathed against her lips.
"I love you too." Sasha cupped the back of his neck and kissed him profoundly, continuously sweeping and tugging his lips with hers. He gathered her breasts in his hands, and she rocked against him, his dick sliding deeper inside her with every roll of her hips. As the air started to thin out, she tore away from the kiss and pressed her forehead to his, her hips still rolling, her lips parted over his own so he could feel every labored breath. She groaned out loud as he took over all of a sudden, holding her still while his own hips lifted to thrust in and out of her. "Fuck, Daddy, yes," she panted, and in reaction his eyes twinkled and he growled, thrusting faster into her. The friction was sweaty, slippery, contributing deliciously to the build, and she could sense her body growing hotter and beginning to tremble once again.
Without breaking rhythm, Joe surged forwards and pushed her back down, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. Getting back on his knees, he turned her body sideways, trapping her lower leg between both of his and pushing the other one to the side before burying himself back inside her heat. Slipping into her was a piece of cake now, she was practically leaking. Gleefully he watched her ass cheeks bounce, rippling against his pelvis every time it smacked against her, the sounds of her wet pussy permeating the air. He held her leg up in the air and kept up his hard, deep thrusting, only pausing to slap her ass and slow-grind her pussy. Overwhelmed by his sheer power and his pulsing heat and the pleasure building inside her, Sasha cried out and shivered as a second orgasm set off within her. A loud groan and curse emitted from Joe as her walls clamped around his length, but he didn't stop, didn't slow down, clutching handfuls of her backside as he slammed his dick aggressively into her. His thrusts were more irregular, less coordinated, and Sasha took advantage, her hand creeping between their bodies to play with his balls. She basked in the sound of his tortured groan when his body tensed up and he exploded deep inside her warm confines, his hips stuttering as he finally found sweet release.
"Fuck yeah," he growled savagely, finishing off with one more fierce thrust before he stilled. He slipped out of her, got rid of the condom, then guided her back onto the bed before collapsing next to her on his back. The distinctive smell of sex filled the air. Running a hand over her head, he tugged up by her hair up and brought her face to face with his dick. "Suck," he told her simply, his voice quivering from exertion.
Sasha licked her lips at the sight of his member resting on his thigh. She leaned over his prone body, and grasping it gently, she lowered her mouth onto it, moaning softly at the unique taste of him. With his dominant urges quelled, Joe looked on adoringly, petting and stroking her hair as she cleaned him up. He loved how she let him take charge when he wanted to. He could be rough at times but she took it like a champ and gave it back to him with equal measure, and he loved her for it. Age had nothing to do with it. He'd never had a lover like her, and he liked to think she'd never had one like him. If he had his way, he would be the last lover she ever had.
When she was done with him, he gathered her up in a spooning position, his fingers skimming over her curves and up her back to trace her new tattoo. He shifted on the bed and felt dampness against his calf. Glancing down, he broke into a cheeky grin. "You soaked the sheets, baby," he said.
"That's your fault for making me so wet," Sasha giggled.
Kissing the newly inked part of her shoulder, he murmured, "Best birthday ever. You were incredible, nani."
Sasha steered her head towards him for a kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"The best part is it isn't over yet," he stated when he pulled away.
She started to ask what he meant, but stopped when she felt an increasing pressure against her back, then the sound of another condom being ripped open. She shouldn't have been surprised, but her eyes widened nonetheless. "You don't wanna…rest?"
She didn't know whether to be excited or terrified by the low chuckle that vibrated from her insatiable boyfriend. "Oh Sasha," he laughed, tugging her closer to his body, his length flattened against her backside. "You gave me a lap dance, wore my favorite heels, handcuffed me and got inked for me. It's imperative that I thank you appropriately."
"And I'm guessing you're not done thanking me?" She sensed his wicked smile as he placed a kiss on her shoulder, felt his hand creep down between her legs.
"Let's put it this way, baby girl…" he whispered, enjoying the moan that left her lips as his fingers found their mark once again, "you're gonna lose count of how many times I thank you tonight."
*evil grin 2.0*
I swear I'm done now, I promise. :)
Wasn't just all about the smut in this chapter. For me that was important. So weird seeing this chapter finally up. Hope you review and let me know what you thought about it all. :D
Song used in this chapter: "Dance For You" by Beyoncé