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wya?

at home. why?

lemme eat it rq.

man, what. 😭 are you cool?

would be cooler if i could get that pretty pussy on my face.

you’re actually insane.

sooooo??? no????? 👀👀

man, just come over.

bet 👅

You don’t even know why you invited him over. Surrounded by scattered brushes, endless tubes of lipstick and gloss and liners, you’re actually in no capacity for company right now. Time is of the essence and you have places to be.

Not fooling around with one of your biggest headaches.

Just as you’re applying the last glaze of clear gloss on your lips and humming along to Beyoncé’s Partition, does that very headache prowl into your master bedroom. When he spots you, his grin is wide and devious, big hands rubbing together like a damn fly. You’re already aggravated.

“Oh, shit…you got the music goin’ already,” is his way of greeting, making you roll your lined eyes.

He notices your made up face, the space you’re taking up at the vanity, how you tilt your head from side to side in admiration of your latest beat. Not to mention the hot pink silk that you can barely call a dress adorning your glittering body.

You look too damn good and he can’t help himself as he approaches to stand at your back and place his warm palms on your smooth shoulders, massaging the skin there. The feel of his touch finally coaxes you to meet his eyes in the mirror. His gaze, playful. Yours, slightly irritated.

Why did you ever give him a key?

“You ain’t have to get all dolled up for your boy—but I ain’t complainin’.”

At this, you suck your teeth, shoving the contents of your makeup back into its rightful places. “Jey, I don’t have time for this.”

You miss the way his brows scrunch up in confusion, too busy thinking of what the night would entail for you. “Uh, I think you would have the time for it, since you wanted me to come over.”

“No, I did not want you to come over—I allowed it. You clearly needed to since you begged.”

You can’t help but be a smart-ass with him sometimes. Jey just has a way of raising your damn blood pressure and every now and again putting his ego in check was good for your ego.

And speaking of ego, you shove his hands off your shoulders—to which Jey makes a stank face at—as you come to stand, now admiring your form in the full length mirror some paces away from your bed. The up-do was a good choice, highlighting the delicate script of the spine tattoo you got a couple months ago. Safe to say, you look good enough to eat but it wasn’t going to be by the man at your back.

“Joshua, do some good and hand me my bag,” you airily command, still not meeting his eyes. The body glitter was a good touch. Golden hour was approaching and the sun would make you look magnificent.

Jey listens, snatching the Dior handbag where it lay on your king-sized bed. He eyes the way you study yourself closely and the bag you’re asking for, suspicious now. As he hands it to you, he asks, “you goin’ somewhere?”

Once confirming your keys and wallet are inside the bag, you sigh heavily before meeting his eyes. Now, this is where you start to feel bad.

You turn to face him, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “Is there something you need to talk about?”

Jey frowns at the sincere concern. The kind of relationship you two have is one reminiscent of a queen and her loyal jester. He makes you laugh and gets you to cut loose, relieving you of those workaholic tendencies—that he was also guilty of having; admittedly, he was just simply better at handling job-related stress than you. With him, you let your hair down and push your responsibilities to the side for whatever fun he could stir up. Nuisance that he could be, he is a good friend to you. One you’ve known and kept close ever since you started working as a ring-announcer for WWE a decade ago.

But he’s just a friend.

Relationships are something that Jey quite literally sucked at. Countless times you’ve been there for him after he’s been out on his ass after his latest debacle with whichever flavor of the month he was seeing. Ever since his divorce, it’s just been a string of ain’t shit behavior—as Trin calls it—from him.

Still to this day, it mystifies you as to why you ever let him between your legs in the first place. Well, you know why—he’s some of the best sex you’ve had in your life—but to say such out loud would just blow that big ass head of his up even further.

“I ain’t come over here to talk, girl. Did you not read the texts? I came to eat that pussy.” Jey wags his brows suggestively, amusing you and slightly enticing you at the same time.

If there’s one thing his silly ass could do well other than run his mouth, it’s give head. If this were any other day, any other time, you’d probably take him up on the offer. But this isn’t. And besides, Jey usually hit you up like this when something was wrong.

So while this may be true—his apparent need to eat your pussy—you know him better than that. You narrow your eyes, staring deep into his soul. “Whatever it is you’re going through, sex won’t help you. It’ll only put it at bay.”

Jey makes a pffft sound between his moisturized lips, shrugging out of your hold. “Man, watch out.”

You watch him all but stomp over to your bed and sit down with a frustrated sigh, head in his hands. Playing therapist is the standard with him and just as you’re about to speak and get to what’s bothering him, your phone vibrates from where it’s sitting on the surface of your vanity.

5 mins out, baby girl. I can't wait to see you.

Too busy cheesing at the screen, you’re unaware of how fast Jey gets up after seeing you actually skip to your phone and giggle like a damn schoolgirl. Before you can respond, it’s snatched out of your hands. The sheer speed of it has you gasping and your heart dropping.

“Who the fuck is Daddy in your phone? This better be yo’ damn dad, bruh.”

It is not. Your actual father is in your contacts under Pops.

Your face must give away that it is not your biological father texting you because Jey sucks his teeth, the curls of his signature mullet flinging as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Wow, so you tell me to come over knowing some dude about to see you?”

Rolling your eyes, you put your hand out. He stares at it for a moment, debating, before giving up and shoving it back in your palm. “Thank you,” you reply smartly, firing off a quick can’t wait either before locking the phone and spinning around to locate your shoes. “I thought you needed to talk and I had a little time to see you before I left.”

Behind you, Jey scrubs his hands down his face. “I told you why I came over. I don’t need to talk about shit.”

“Is it Leila?” You wonder as you worm your feet into the golden strappy sandals, shoving off his stubborness. “Did she dump you?”

“Man, fuck Leila.”

Ah, so it is…

Bag in hand, you gaze back over at him sitting there, huffing and puffing, feeling bad even more now. You walk over, snaking yourself in between his knees. His thighs are warm where they touch yours through his sweats and the sensation of it is alluring, even now.

But you can’t stay.

He barely looks at you when you bring a hand up to toy with the ends of his mullet, pressing your forehead to his temple. “Look, just wait for me, okay? Stay the night if you want. I’ll be back and we can talk about it then.”

He sucks his teeth again, sighing heavily. You allow him to stew in his frustration all the while playing with his hair, rubbing his scalp. The blue ends are starting to fade. “And I’ll touch up your ends, too. You gotta look good for TV, hm?”

This must placate him because he turns to meet your eyes again, big hands coming to rest on your hips. He’s so handsome, you think not for the first nor last time.

“Who is this dude, anyway?”

At the mention of said dude does your phone buzz again along with a telltale honk just outside the window. You consider being truthful but the words feel difficult to say. So, you simply smile, a touch rueful, before bestowing a peck on the tip of his nose.

“Help yourself to whatever you want, okay?” You tell him, trying to break out his hold but he’s strong and doesn’t let you out of his grip just yet. “C’mon, Jey, I gotta go…”

“Not before you give me a real kiss.”

You regard him again to find that he’s being dead serious. And Jey is the kind of man that’ll hold you right here and make you late just because.

“You’re irritating.”

“And you wrong for leaving me. Now, c’mon.”

Sighing, you give in and just decide to give him what he wants so you can go. Jey is quick to meet you halfway once you lean in and even quicker with his hands that rove over the swell of your ass. The first touch of his lips makes you breathe deep into the kiss and not before long his tongue is persuading you to open your mouth so it can meet yours.

It’s good as all the kisses between you are, making your body warm and eager. Jey picks up on your rising arousal and smirks into your mouth, pleased at the fast reciprocation. “You better be wearing panties under this lil’ ass dress. Lemme check…”

The hand on your ass dips down under the hem before you can protest. His fingers find the lace wedged between your cheeks and the sticky gusset against your other lips. He can’t help but trace over the imprint of your clit especially when you break away to moan into the air—you just sound so pretty.

“He don’t even know you in here gettin’ yo’ pussy played with,” Jey mocks, big-headed as ever. How could he not have one, when he has you damn near trembling just off some slight touches and a kiss? “You want a quick nut before you go? Make you miss me while you out witcho lil’ boyfriend?”

Those words quickly sober you up, no matter how good his touch feels. You push him back with a moan, shaking your head. Jey’s eyes are dark and his smile is wolfish as he watches you refuse to meet his eyes in attempt to appear cool and unaffected, like that pussy isn’t wet from his doing. Your shaky hands dig into your bag and grab the lipgloss he kissed away, huffing under your breath.

“Be good, Joshua,” you warn him with a grumble in the midst of reapplying, spinning on your heel to leave the room.

He jumps up to follow, stalking behind you as you trail through the hall to your front door, watching the sway of your hips with his lip tucked under his teeth. A hungry wolf on the scent. “Don’t miss me,” he teases.

“I won’t!” you shout over your shoulder, still not daring to look at him.

Before you open the door, you unlock your phone and go back to your messages, ignoring Jey’s leering.

don’t get out, i don’t want there to be any mess.

“Bye, baby,” are the last words you hear from Jey as you swing the door open and quickly close it behind you, stepping out into the sunlight.

A big black truck is at the curb and behind the black tinted windows you can feel eyes on every rise and dip of your hips as you walk down the length of your driveway. With every step you can feel the sticky mess in your panties, courtesy of Jey.

“Hey, baby girl. You look gorgeous.”

The words instantly make you smile once you swing the passenger door open and see him there, already smiling back. That smile. Those warm brown eyes. Was there ever a man so beautiful?

“Hi, Daddy,” you all but purr, stepping up into the truck and closing the door behind you, enveloping your senses in the rich smell and presence of him.

Of Roman.

He’s on you immediately, scooping a hand around your neck and bringing your upper body forward over the middle console to kiss the living daylights out of you.

Jey called you wrong for leaving but he didn’t know just how wrong you were. Trading moans and spit with none other than the man you’ve been seeing for over a month now—his own cousin.

“You think he saw me?” Roman grunts into the kiss.

And, yes, Roman’s aware that you and Jey have off and on casual sex. He’s been known that long before he approached you and stated his intentions to get to know you in the romantic sense. It’s one of the first things you told him when you guys first started texting and calling in between shows. As long as it remained casual, who was he to tell you to stop?

And he never has. The fact that you haven’t had actual sex with Jey—other than what just transpired in your house—in nearly two months was your own doing. You figured fucking Jey wasn’t a good idea right now. Besides, he was always caught up with someone else to miss you. So, no hard feelings…right?

You shake your head, gripping onto Roman’s biceps as he kisses and sucks down the length of your throat. Fuck, it’s so hard to think right now.

“If he saw he would be coming out here right now, so you best drive off and take me to dinner, baby.”

Roman chuckles, the vibrations against your skin making your stomach flip. He pulls back from you, hand still at your nape as he stares at you across the front seat. “You hungry, baby?”

“Very.” For dick but you don’t say that.

It’s not like you have to say it because Roman’s eyes sparkle in a way to let you know that he knows. And by the way he reaches down to adjust himself in his pants, it’s clear that the feeling is mutual.

He throws the gear into drive, smoothly pulling away, leave your house and Jey behind. “Lemme feed you, then…”

The implication along with the way his eyes dip down to trail the length of your body for a long moment before he turns back to the road has you squeezing your thighs together. As if sensing this, Roman reaches to wrap his right hand around your left thigh, the warm contact further keying you up.

The drive is long and slow. Traffic is a bit chaotic and the longer it takes to get there the more you sit with your thoughts.

Most of them are about the man sitting next to you, pondering over the secret crush you harbored since essentially the day you met him ten years ago and how it transformed into a friendly acquaintance that Jey good-naturedly—and very obliviously—encouraged into actual friendship.

How does a man who calls himself your best friend not pick up on the looks, the passing touches, the laughs and heated tension and notice you’d been crushing on his cousin? And that his cousin, in turn, was feeling you.

Trin knew it, almost instantly, before you even were aware of it yourself. And if she knew it, then so did Jim. But, somehow, Jey being in his own bubble overlooked what was right in front of his very eyes.

It seemed inevitable that Roman asked you out and that you would end up here, by his side.

“I don’t know how I’mma tell him,” you mutter, eyes halfway fixed on the passing scenery out your window.

It’s a passing thought that you didn’t mean to vocalize but Roman hears it loud and clear, his fingers squeezing around your thigh. You blink over at him and he’s looking at you thoughtfully for a beat before asking, “you gon’ be at work on Monday?”

“Yeah…” you respond, furrowing your brows.

“So what if…we come together?” He proposes, casually focused on the road. Even just driving he looks too damn good. “That way you don’t really gotta tell him. He’ll just know.”

The proposition throws you off guard. Is he asking you to come out and publicly claim each other? Not just in front of Jey but your co-workers, too?

Roman smiles at the owlish look on your face. He doesn’t pour his time into just anyone. What did you think this was? “You mine, baby. Why not?”

Why not?

As if this isn’t Jey you’re talking about. He’s liable to blow up if this isn’t done delicately. “I don’t know…”

“Scared?” A little. Roman scoffs, a touch of mirth in his eyes at the thought. “He ain’t gon’ do shit—I mean, what can he do? Y’all ain’t together. Ain’t he with that girl Tina?”

“Leila.” The correction automatic as you start to bounce your leg, wondering what Jey is doing right now, at this moment. Was he still at your house? Would he be waiting for you like you asked?

The thought has your stomach twisting. Why did you tell him to stay? How fucking selfish were you?

Roman is shaking his head, smiling. “See? He’s always entertaining somebody. Who is he to feel some kinda way about you doing the same?”

Even if you are feeling anxious, the smile on his face is infectious and you can’t help but grin yourself. You run a hand up his arm, quietly marveling at the sheer size of it. “Is that what I’m doing? Entertaining you?”

“I hope not. I hope it’s more than that.”

The heavy truth those words reveal to you makes your head slightly fuzzy. Roman wants you. Not just for the time being but always. And he’s the kind of man that what he wants, he makes sure to get. To keep.

It’s how he got to the top of the company. That tenacity. That unwavering dedication. No matter what anyone said Roman was always going to be something. But he’s not just something—he’s it.

And with that lifestyle and mindset, Roman is afforded the things he locks his focus on. You just never thought it would be you.

Suddenly shy, you merely glance away and out your window, your hand finding his to hold and keep close as your mind continues to wander.

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“How was dinner, baby?”

Good. Great, even. Roman never fails to wine and dine you in a way befitting a queen. He’s so romantic and gracious. He says all the right things and makes all the right gestures.

You’ve had dinner with Roman many times now and, for some reason, this one felt different.

Looking at the unread messages from Jey just waiting to be opened by you, has you sighing. He didn’t stop texting you the whole night. If it bugged Roman, how you would look at your lit up screen every time a new one rolled in or check his location to see him still at your place, then he didn’t show it.

He remained cool, patient and understanding. You’ve been silent the entire drive back to his place and, still, he doesn’t push. Just lets you muddle in your thoughts. You don’t give him a straight answer about basically showing the entire world your relationship, and he’s content to ease up.

It’s not until you’re being led inside his big ass house—way too big for just one man—and up the expansive staircase into his master bedroom that you finally tell him to get your mind off it.

From where he’s sat on the California King, Roman chucks his shoes off before grinning, coaxing you to come closer with his wagging index finger, “c’mere then.”

When you approach, his large hands shoot out to grab you up until your thighs are in between his—reminiscent of how you left Jey in your bedroom—and he peers up at you with smouldering, devilish eyes. Of course, his hands immediately start gripping and massaging your ass, making you squirm before him as you place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, and how you want me to do that, baby?” His voice so deep you feel it in your gut. “Need that lil’ pussy ate?”

His right hand travels from the plushness of your ass down the front of your body to force your thighs apart, all the while staring up into your eyes. When he touches your lips and teases the wet flush there, your eyes roll up into your skull. Not able to handle the eye contact. Already too affected.

“Always so damn wet,” he growls, pushing the sorry excuse for fabric aside to unceremoniously dig not one but two long fingers into your tight hole. The sound that instantly echoes throughout the room as he strokes back and forth, in and out, is downright pornographic. “Is this just for me, or someone else?”

The identity of that someone else only makes this situation more intense. Is it depraved to become even wetter at the thought of him? Of how not even a few hours ago it was his fingers touching you here?

The guttural moan as you dig your nails into Roman’s shoulders makes him smirk. You get worked up so fast.

You’re damn near riding his hand, hips instinctually chasing the pleasure. His fingers are just the right length to reach that spot that makes your eyes cross.

“I bet you creaming on my fingers already. Matter fact, lemme see.”

The whine that leaves your lips when he pulls out is pathetic but any protest you have dies at the sight of him taking his sticky fingers and delving them inside his mouth. His approval at your taste an elongated groan as his eyes falls shut and his other hand grips the impressive print in his slacks. Like he just can’t fucking help it.

When he opens his eyes again, it’s with intent. “Come sit on Daddy’s face, baby,” he commands sultrily, cracking you on the side of your ass. Your eye screw shut at the impact as you moan. “Nasty ass girl, don’t make me say it again.”

It’s clear that he means business because he’s whipping his shirt and jacket off before leaning back on the bed when your eyes flutter open again. Your eyes eagerly rove over the tan, muscled skin on display, on his tatted right side.

God have mercy on your soul.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, you forgo the choice of disrobing, merely bending at the waist to pull your heels off before bringing your knees up on either side of him to shimmy up the length of his half naked body. However, you hesitate just around his chest, hovering uncertainly. You’ve had sex with Roman a couple times and he’s shown you that he’s very adventurous in bed but you’ve yet to do this with him.

“Baby…” you trail off, bottom lip between your teeth, studying how he’s the picture of relaxed as he lies there, eyes closed and handsome face slack.

You should’ve expected the second swat on the ass but it has you gasping in shock all the same. “Get up here, pretty girl. Not sayin’ that shit again.”

And who are you to not listen?

It’s a little intimidating being on top of a man like Roman, even more so when instead of riding his dick, it’s his face. His pretty face. That he urges you to sit on with eager, possessive hands that drag you up right where he wants you. Above his ravenous mouth.

“You need to get outta your head, pretty girl.” He studies the lace nestled in his favorite place and huffs. “Got this shit still on—what you want me to do, eat it through the panties?”

Before you can answer, his tongue steals the breath out of lungs as he does just that. It’s nasty but so sexy to watch him under you, licking and nosing at you through the fabric. Feels good, too. Way too good.

You whimper helplessly above him, hands coming up to dig into his once slick bun and grip the now messy strands for a lifeline. He groans at the contact before yanking the panties to the side, taking a moment for himself to admire the dripping pink flesh. “So fuckin’ pretty…”

The first latching of his plush lips on your cunt has you hissing under the pleasure, his mouth so warm and soft as he flattens his tongue and licks from hole to clit. “Oh, fuck…”

“Mhm, relax for me,” he mumbles into your pussy, strong hands forcing you to actually rest your weight on his face and sit and let him dive in the way he wants.

Roman’s tongue swirls and licks at your swollen clit, only getting you wetter and more aroused. You can’t help but rock into the sensation, the attention he’s languishing you with. An approving sound vibrates through you, his head nodding as a hand comes down to grip the plump swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind on his face.

And it feels too good to deny him. Before long, you’re working your hips on his mouth, leaned over on your palms while you pant and curse as he chooses which part of your wet pussy to kiss, lick, suck—even to tease with the sharp edge of his teeth.

Safe to say, you’re having the time of your life riding his face and, unbeknownst to you, Roman is, too. Beneath you, in between your thighs like this…is something he’s dreamed of pretty much since the moment he met you. But he was aware that Jey was, at the very least, attracted to you—even being married to someone else—not to mention, he came off super territorial at times when any other man was around.

So, Roman backed off. Played it safe enough that Jey let his guard down and actually began chilling whenever Roman came around you. And he’s glad because not only are you a beautiful woman who excelled at her job, but also because you were a friend who listened and cared and never doubted him during the harder years of his career.

Still, it took him a while to get at you. Not wanting to rush it in fear of having you second-guess the basis of your friendship. It wasn’t until he discovered that Jey actually had the balls to make a move and start sleeping with you that Roman realized that playing it safe for the sake of anyone’s feelings wasn’t good for his feelings.

Feelings that he’d been delighted to discover you returned. Feelings that led the two of you here—dating and fucking and everything else in between.

By the time this night is over, he’s gonna make you his. So, yes, Roman is having a ball to have you sit on his face right now.

“Ohhh shit, Daddy, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good,” you mewl into the air, essentially humping his face now and completely unaware of the possessive thoughts spiraling in his brain.

At this, Roman groans happily into your pussy, slapping your ass again. “Keep goin’, baby,” his encouragement muffled under you, “don’t stop til you come on my face.”

Not that you could stop at this point. Too blinded by the pleasure, desperate for that ultimate peak that’s just in reach. If it isn’t the strong sucks and wide licks at your clit, then maybe it’s the pesky fingers wedging in between your cheeks to brush against the tight rim before applying the smallest pressure against the sensitive, puckered skin.

Whatever it is, the outcome of all these skilled methods has you tightening up before you can even warn him. It hits so fast and sudden that you seize up and only see white behind your eyelids.

“Shit!”

It’s the only thing you’re able to say—screech—as you come, his lips still sucking so hard that it has you rearing back into your seat once more, eyes flying open in surprise while staring down into his heated, narrow gaze.

You begin to shake over him, head tossing from left to right, too breathless to tell him to stop. Roman hums, humor in his eyes to see you so overcome. “Oh, my fuc—Daddy!”

But he doesn’t relent. No, he actually has the audacity to open his mouth wider, greedy tongue wedging its way into your pulsing entrance. His grip too strong to run as he basically fucks you on his tongue.

“Come again, mama—one more time for Daddy before I fuck you.”

“Shit, Roman,” you breathe out, fingers tangling in his dark locks again.

He uses everything at his disposal to get you to that second orgasm, bullying past your oversensitivity. Soft lips, skilled tongue and those thick, long fingers that curl and drill up into you when his tongue stops.

Your eyes roll back and your back dips into a painful arch. Roman, whose eyes have never left your face, notices the second it starts to happen. “Oh, hell yeah. Gimme that shit, baby,”

“Fuck, fuck!” you cry out, thighs squeezing around his head as the second orgasm rushes through your body like a fucking train.

Once your body decides to give out and you slump over, twitching on the bed, Roman chuckles pridefully as removes himself from between your legs. The skimpy silk of your dress is all tucked above your ass and slipping off your shoulders, brown peaks teasing their way out with every breath you take. His dick jumps at the sight.

Eyeing you close, Roman makes quick work of his belt and pants. “Take that pretty dress off, mama.”

His words float over to you in a haze, almost as if they aren’t real and all this is a dream. Roman clocks the spaced out look on your face and snickers to himself, luxuriating in how good he makes you feel. “You act like you ain’t came on my face before.”

You groan pathetically before gathering your strength and wits to sit up and begin fumbling at the fabric. “Back to back like that, though? Fuck.”

“Oh, baby, that ain’t nothin’,” he boasts, stroking his dick—and God when did he get naked?—as he greedily watches the way your body moves, how your breasts spill out as they’re freed. “You gon’ come on this dick, too.”

And that sounds just delightful. You eye him over your shoulder, just as nude as he is. Admiring him the way he’s admiring you. You sigh happily at the length of his dick, how thick and pretty it is. Those two orgasms lit in fire in your belly and Roman can see the hunger in you, rivaling his own.

What you do next is the utter pinnacle of any male fantasy. Roman growls when you get up on your knees and dip down into a mouth-watering arch before him. Fat ass in the air and soaked pussy on display for his eyes only. “Make me, then,” you purr, enticingly wiggling your hips. “I’m all yours.”

You asked for it…

Roman joins you on the bed, his heated thighs pressed against yours as his hand comes up to adjust your arch to his liking—face down, ass up. The feel of his tip gliding against the cum still drooling out of you before catching on your clit and doing it all over again has you whining already.

“Need it, please,” you beg, pushing back against him. “Been thinking about this all day…”

“Oh, yeah? Thinking about me, baby?” Still teasing your pussy with his tip, Roman brings his eyes up to the side of your face, the furrow of your brows. So gorgeous, and all his. “I missed you.” It’s only been two days since you saw each other last. The tender admission giving way to how intense this is all becoming, and so soon. “Missed me?”

You nod emphatically—because of course you did—sucking your bottom lip into your mouth before glancing back at him and confessing: “I think I’m ovulating or some shit. Been horny ever since I woke up and saw your text.”

And, fuck, you know just the things to say to him.

“Been needing Daddy’s dick, huh?”

You moan in response, already gripping the sheets. “So fucking bad. Then you sent me that gym selfie and I had to make myself come before I could even get outta bed.”

“And you ain’t send me no picture back?” He makes a tsking sound under his breath. “That’s not like you…”

Because you’ve sent him a few things in the span of the last several weeks. When he didn’t make a show, or when the two of you would be too busy at work to do any interacting. Just little reminders, little shows of appreciation.

“Kinda passed out after,” is your sheepish excuse, actually blushing even though you’re laid here naked for this man.

Roman snickers at the image of you laid out, snoozing away with your wet pussy still dripping down the sheets. “I guess I gotta make it right, huh? Give my girl what she needs.”

“Please do, baby,” and you sound so pretty that Roman would be hard pressed to ignore your wishes.

At the feel of his dick ceasing its teasing to press against your entrance with intent, you burrow further into the sheets, bracing yourself. “Relax, baby,” he coos above you, warm hand pressing into your back. “Lemme open you up…”

But it’s so big and never fails to fill you all the way up to the hilt. “Fuuuck,” you hiss anyway, despite his soothing.

“Tight as fuck—goddamn.” Roman gyrates his hips, digging deep to ensure you feel all of him. “Good ass pussy. You needed this?” A smack at your ass, the sting making you cry out. “Tell me somethin’, baby. Say it to me.”

You’re trying to, you swear, but his hands hold you down as he rolls against your ass. Stroking you in a mind-numbing way that made the simple act of speaking impossible.

“Can’t even speak, it’s too good. You love this shit, don’t you?” Another smack. “You love Daddy’s dick?” It’s here that he starts to pull out before driving all the way back in, making you groan into the mattress. “Let Daddy know how good it feels.”

It bursts out of you with the rising build of his strokes. “Fuck, yessss, I love that big fuckin’ dick, Daddy,” you cry out over the clapping sound of your ass ricocheting off of his pelvis. “Fuck me, please.”

His dick is being choked by walls that squeeze and pulse around him. When he looks down, his ego is the size of Mount Everest to see that telltale white stickiness clinging to every inch he gives you.

“Uh-huh, creamin’ on me already. Ain’t no way you comin’ right now and I barely started, baby.” But you kinda are. With every deep hit against that spot that has you crying and shaking, it’s like you’re experiencing one long orgasm. “Oh, I’m in that spot, huh? Can’t help it, can you?”

“Oh, my fuckin’ god…” is all you can say, whites of your eyes showing and your jaw slack.

Roman feels you tighten even further—how? he wonders in awe—letting him know just how hard you were coming. “That’s it, mama. Look at you, gettin’ that nut. Grippin’ the shit outta me.”

Ecstasy isn’t even the word. Try nirvana. Utopia. Heaven on Earth. Whatever it is, that’s how you feel.

“Shitttt, it’s so deep!”

He keeps going, forceful thrusts to make you take it. The length of your naked back calls to him and he dips down to bestow sweet, juxtapositioning kisses along it. His eyes flutter at the smell of your perfume and the smell of your warm pussy as he fucks you.

At the same time this is happening, you’re too caught up in the throes of pleasure to realize your phone’s been buzzing from where you tossed it near the pillows. The name of your caller is half-hidden but Roman knows who it is, even without fully seeing the Joshuaaa 🤪💙🤘🏽 on the screen.

Your cries start to ramp up into something shy of choked off screams as a large hand winds its way around your throat, squeezing with the precise amount of pressure. He’s fucking the shit out of you now.

“This my pussy,” he growls into your ear, sideyeing the lit up phone. You nod helplessly in answer, blissfully unaware of everything but Roman. “Can’t nobody have it. You’re mine.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, I’m yours,” you wheeze out, legs shaking. “No one else—fuck!”

Roman nods above you, massive body trapping you underneath him, right where he wants you. “That’s right, baby. And once something’s mine, I don’t like to share. Do I gotta share?”

Now, if you weren’t so deep in it, this is where you would understand exactly what he’s talking about. And in your right mind, this would give you slight pause. But you’re not in your right mind, so who are you to not agree?

“Never, Daddy,” you vow without a second thought, too dickmatized to weigh his words. In fact, you only egg him on. “Only you fuck me like this. It’s only this good with you.”

Which Roman knows, he just has to double check.

“Got me in it while you ovulating and shit—what you tryna do, huh?” The implication makes you push your ass back against his pelvis, fucking him back desperately. “Oh, you like that shit. Nasty ass lil’ girl. Tryna make me a Daddy for real. Body just begging for it.”

Another orgasm runs through you, making you scream so loud Roman snickers but not before moaning at how your pussy ripples around him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs approvingly, pulling out and pushing on your hips to get you on your back. Immediately, his eyes fall to your tits, hand snaking up to grope the soft flesh. “You so damn sexy, baby,” he compliments you as he pushes back in, both of you groaning in tandem.

“Look who’s talking,” you retort in a pant, mewling as he grips your thighs to push them back and spread you open.

Roman smiles at that, eyes trained on your face for a moment before leaning down to kiss and lick his way into your mouth. Simultaneously, his hips start working again, slower but just as dangerous. The grind of his dick inside you, stroking your gummy walls has you moaning into his mouth as your tongues slide against each other.

“Want you to come again for me. I know you got more for Daddy, the way you squeezin’ my dick. Leakin’ all over me and shit.”

You’re slightly exhausted but Roman possessed a level of stamina that being The Tribal Chief gives you. He could go all night and make you come endlessly, as he’s done so before.

It’s not long before the sensual pace of his lovemaking transforms back into that habitual fucking. The strength of his thrusts has your mouth falling open and your fingers digging deep into the skin of his shoulders, his back—hell, anywhere you can get a hold on to endure his plowing.

“Take my dick so good—only like you do.” The filthy praise makes you feel like you’re the only girl in the world. “Pussy was made for me.”

It’s like he’s in your fucking stomach, the way it winds you and leaves you gasping. Knowing what you need to get over that edge, Roman weaves his fingertips down your body and seeks out your swollen bud, circling it with finesse under his roughed pads.

You don’t know what you’re saying now, but it’s too good for you to even care. What you do know is that you’re, “gonna fucking comeee,” and that it’s gonna be messy this time.

Right in your bladder, you can feel it. “I’m bouta—oh shit—bouta squirt on that dick,” you warn him, as if Roman fucking cares. He loves it when you do that shit.

“Yeah, baby, I wanna see it. Want that cum all over me.

It gushes out of you before you can try to relax and stop it. And with every swing of Roman’s hips comes another spurt of your juices. You’re dripping down his groin, his lower belly. The sight so obscene you screw your eyes shut in an effort to shake off the pure sin the two of you are making. “Oh, my god. Oh, my fucking god…”

“Drippin’ down my balls,” Roman tells you through clenched teeth. “Gon’ make me come like that.”

The sight of you so fucked out, hair all askew, pretty ass titties bouncing, beautiful face tight with the pleasure that he was giving you is enough to make his balls tighten up.

“You want this nut, baby?”

At the sound of that, your eyes snap open as you nod up at him with a pout on your lips. “Please, please. Give it to me, Daddy. Fill me up.”

Your begging is what does it. You being so good and pretty and his triggers his release. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deep into your soul as his hips snap a few more times before he stays deep to empty himself inside you. It must be a good one, you think, because his pretty brown eyes roll up into his head, making you moan long and loud with him.

The greedy cunt you have pulsates around him, milking his dick for all it can. He groans, the sound rumbling along your skin. Once he finally stops coming, it’s with a low, “fuck,” and then he’s slowly pulling out of you to roll on his back beside you.

It takes a few minutes to come back down to Earth, for the both of you, but once reality floats back in, he’s quick to scoop you up into his arms, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“That shit was good, huh?”

You chuckle, cheek pressed against the rapid pace of his beating heart. “Isn’t it always?”

“Yeah…it is,” he agrees softly, twirling the ends of your hair between his fingertips. There’s no telling how fucked up it is and you really don’t care to find out at the moment, too busy yawning. Roman rears his head back to see your watery eyes and the slow blinks as you stare out into nothing. “Tapping out on me already? That’s alright, baby. I’ll wake you up for the next one.”

“You promise?” you ask through another yawn, glancing up at him to wag your brows saucily. “‘Cause I want it.”

Roman snorts, the sound unfitting of the Tribal Chief but here, with you, he couldn’t care less. “Oh, you’ll get it. Just not before some beauty sleep. Close your eyes, baby—I got you.”

And wrapped up in the warm embrace of his massive body, it’s hard to not follow his orders.

Roman makes good on his promise over the course of the night, waking you from your random bursts of sleep to entice you into round after round. It’s somewhere near the 7 A.M. mark that he allows himself to tap out and start snoozing.

And it’s also around that time that you distantly remember a promise you made. “Fuck,” you hiss under your breath as you sit up, shooting a conscious glance over at the slumbering man next to you before digging underneath the pillows to retrieve your near-dead phone.

Jey would probably be a little put out that you didn’t return but it’s nothing you can’t fix.

Until you look at the state of your notifications. The amount of missed calls and unread texts from him. Trepidatiously, your thumb hovers over the latest message, something deep in your gut screaming wrong, wrong, wrong before you tap the screen.

you really think i’m fuckin stupid. you the fuckin stupid one leaving your location on all night.

why the fuck were you at joe’s all damn night????

there’s no way you doing this.

this just weird as fuck considering how i was touchin and kissing you before you left and you told me to stay here and wait and i fuckin DID while you were fuckin on joe???????

answer the FUCKING phone!!!!!!

aight bet. fuckin my cousin while you fuckin me is grimy as hell btw. you lucky i ain’t pull up.

i KNEW yall was actin weird and shit at that barbecue. you laughin in his face and shit and he was lookin at you the whole time.

don’t worry about it doe. we done.

Oh, shit…….

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a/n: aye gang idek what made me do this, in one day mind you, but it’s done. i just had to write for roman but like i also love jey down, so of course i brought him into the mix. there might be grammatical errors but i’m too tired to care right now. i did some proofreading but maybe not to the furthest extent. i’ll just come back later and look it over 🤷🏾‍♀️