Melly 💜

From interviews, his workout sessions, to me being so jet-lagged all I did was sleep, I couldn't get any alone time with him. It was only before he went out, before entering the Royal Rumble, that he stuck his tongue down my throat, which caught me off guard since we were in a room with at least seven people, and we usually save those types of kisses for when we're alone.

"You sure you don’t wanna know?" he asked

"Nope, I want to be surprised," I shook my head.

Watching backstage as the crowd went crazy when he threw that bitch over the top rope had me so excited, maybe a little too excited. He entered the room full of applause and handshakes as he made a beeline to me, covering me with his sweat as he wrapped his arms around me, rocking me side to side.

"Congratulations, baby!!" I smiled.

"I can't wait to celebrate with you," he whispers in my ear in a low, dark tone as our eyes meet.

We go back to the hotel, only for him to take a shower, change clothes, grab our bags, and we're on our way to the private jet. I changed into something more comfortable for the flight a black thigh-length maxi dress and some sandals. Once we're settled and up in the air, Roman turns to me with the same look he gave earlier, demanding I go to the bathroom to take off my panties. I scurry back, clasping them in my hand, and get back in my seat.

"Give 'em to me," he holds his hand out, and he puts them in his pants pocket.

The way his fingers traced from my knee to my inner thigh had my legs tingling. He looks around to see if the flight attendant is in sight. When he notices the coast is clear, he grabs his throw blanket and throws it over our legs. I look over to him as he raises his hand, sticking out two of his fingers.

"Go ahead," he whispers and nods. As I open my mouth, he takes the fingers and stuffs them in my mouth, coating them with my saliva. He turns toward me, sliding them inside of me; my body starts to tense up the deeper he goes.

"Relax, baby," pressing his lips against my ear while his beard tickles the side of my face, and his other hand pulls me closer. He curls his fingers as he finds my spot, knuckles deep in me as I begin to squirm. His thumb begins to swirl on my clit while I'm trying to control the moans from erupting from my mouth. Roman doesn’t make it any better, as he starts to suck on my neck. That causes the moans stuck in my throat to be released from my lips, and my thick thighs clamp down on his hand.

"F-fuck B-b-baby, please!" I stutter.

"I love when you beg," he whispers, his breath warming my skin. But my pleas go unheard as he adds another finger inside. He’s perfected the combo of slamming them in me and then leaving them in as he slowly curls them, hitting my sweet spot every time.

"You know the rules, right?" His free hand grabs a handful of the back of my curly wig.

"W-We nut-t-together," I manage to get out, surprised I was even able to say it.

"So, you gotta hold it for me," he nips at my earlobe.

I grab his wrist, trying to at least take a pause, but that only seems to turn him up even more. Up 35,000 miles in the air, instead of enjoying the beautiful view, my mind is frazzled, trying not to cum on this man's fingers.

"Damn, baby you’re so wet,legs shaking and shit. You about to nut, huh?"

I look at him and nod because, at this point, I can't form words. A single tear runs down my cheek as I close my eyes, because if I make eye contact with his fine ass, I’m going to make a mess on his hand and this seat.

"You’ve been such a good girl. We’ll finish this later when we get a little more privacy." Pulling out his fingers, which are glistening with my juices, he puts them in his mouth.

"Mmmm, so sweet."

I grab the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss and tasting myself.

"Thank you, baby," I smile.