*Author’s Note: This is the second part to The Waiting Game and the third and final part in my overall Roman Reigns trilogy. You don’t have to read The Quiet Game and The Waiting Game to enjoy this one, though. Happy reading!*

It never occurred to Amanda Jackson if she’d had the best sex of her life. Most of her sexy encounters satisfied her enough. She’d meet up with a guy, they’d fool around, he’d make her cum–if he took his time and heeded her direction–and she’d go home feeling pleasant. The sex did what it was supposed to do, she figured, so there was no need to analyze it further.

Yet Joe, a.k.a. Roman Reigns, made her feel like she’d never been touched.

Three mind-blowing orgasms (four if she counted the phone sex) later, Amanda had never cum this much in two days with anyone, not even herself. But Joe made it easy for her to unwind around him…and on him–his fingers, his tongue, his long, thick dick.

It was because of their natural sexual chemistry, she was sure of it. Ever since they first met, she could tell from the way he gazed at her with his coffee-colored eyes; the way he’d lick his full lips when he spoke to her; and the way he held her close with his strong arms around her whenever they hugged…the man lusted after her. And she lusted after him, too. That was another thing he made easy for her as he dripped with charisma and pure sensuality. It poured from every part of his tall, tan, hulking body. It poured all over her…

That’s how she found herself giving in to him during work hours when she knew better than to risk her job for some dick. But Joe made her give-a-damn-meter drop to zero. Her pussy was still sore from how he dug off in it last night when they should have been getting ready for work–Amanda heading to the stadium to announce the wrestlers as they graced the SmackDown ring, and Joe memorizing his lines for his taped segments with his faction and family, The Bloodline–but instead, she let him fuck her within an inch of her life for a half hour.

And that’s all it took for Joe to utterly destroy Amanda. Just thirty minutes for him to learn her sweet spots and make her cum so good it was all she was able to think about that night and today. So, here she was again the very next night wrapped around him like the greedy whore he was turning her into. She didn’t mind being that when he made it so exciting, so intense, so satisfying. As Joe carried her naked, slightly damp-from-the-hot-tub body in his arms from the bathroom and down the hallway of his penthouse suite, his soft lips on her forehead and cheeks as he gave her light kisses, Amanda knew he was about to fulfill her lusty greed all over again.

“You knocked out?” he asked, his deep voice rumbling in her ear. Her eyes were closed but was she asleep? No. Weary from having Joe eat her pussy so savagely that she was seeing stars? Yes. She mumbled as much to him but it must have sounded like gibberish because he let out a low chuckle. “Sweetheart, you better get it together because I’m nowhere near through with you yet…” he added as they entered the bedroom. It made her tremble against him because she knew he was a man of his word.

Amanda’s eyes parted to see the gigantic space softly glowing with blood-red mood lighting, the king bed adorned with black satin sheets and red rose petals, and a medium-sized, red gift box perched in the middle of the display. She blinked to clear her focus and fully take it all in before a silly, bashful grin spread on her face. Joe had already gone through the trouble of preparing them a steak dinner, setting the dining room table with a bouquet of red roses, fine china, and red wine, as well as arranging the bathroom with a sultry hot tub soak, complete with floating flower petals and candles. If her deep brown skin could blush, she would be red from head to toe.

“I-I’m…wow, Joe…” was all she could murmur as he carefully set her down near the edge of the bed, the rose petals soft as they pressed to her skin. She slowly rolled onto her knees and sat on her heels, plucking a petal from her thigh and marveling that it was real. “If you’re trying to impress me, you did an amazing job,” Amanda said softly, still fiddling with the rose petal between her thumb and pointer finger.

She suddenly became a little shy and she knew it was from how Joe loomed over, his bare, muscular body wrapped in tribal tattoos, his skin glistening from the hot tub, his enticing eyes on her, and his lips pulled up into a cute grin. And when he said softly back to her, “Just wanted our first date to be special…” Amanda smiled big again, feeling herself melt even more for him.

Before last night, she never expected their friendship to go beyond texting flirty messages and hanging out in his locker room before work. Yet this was what she’d been secretly hoping for. She had a crush on Joe long before she met him, admiring him on her television before she got the opportunity to be his coworker.

However, it was delightfully apparent that she was more than that to him as Joe leaned down and took her face into his large hand, his thumb stroking her chin as he put his lips on hers for a tender kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue when he slipped it into her mouth. It shot a warm shiver down her spine and straight to her pussy…

When he pulled away, Amanda wondered he’d join her on the bed, yet he tipped his chin and glanced behind her before he said, “Wanna open your present?”

“You’re spoiling me,” she replied as she twisted around to grab the gift box. The material felt expensive in her hands, like suede, and she hoped Joe hadn’t spent too much money trying to be sweet. She already felt like he indulged her with his mere presence–everything else was just icing on the cake. She pulled the top off and saw it was lined with black silk that held a gold pair of handcuffs and a matching bullet vibrator. “Oh, shit. You are trying to spoil me,” she tried to tease but her voice shook as her pussy tingled in anticipation for what he’d do to her with her gifts.

“Just a little. Try ’em on,” he said with a little wink. Amanda did as she was told, silently remarking at what a great listener he was as she’d only told him this morning that she was intrigued by dominance and handcuffs. The cuffs were slightly heavy and cool around her wrists as she secured them close to her skin. “That feel alright? Not too tight?” he asked as he took her wrists into his hands and inspected her work. After she shook her head, he said in a low voice, “Good…now get down on your knees for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered as a ripple of excitement shot through her. Joe sat down on the bed as she slid off it and onto the carpet between his long, burly legs. His chocolate-brown dick hung over the edge of the bed, twitching as it grew hard a few inches away from her face. It made her pussy throb, especially when he curled his big fingers around it and slowly jerked himself in front of her. As she watched his pre-cum bead from his slit and dribble down his blunt dickhead, she didn’t wait for him to tell her what to do next. She knew what he wanted from her because she wanted it, too. Amanda leaned forward and put her plump lips on him, her tongue pressing to his dickhead to lick up his salty string of pre-cum before she gently sucked him into her mouth.

Joe breathed a throaty moan to her as he continued to jerk his shaft with his tip in her mouth. As she let her saliva lube his length, she started to suck him in deeper, making him let it go and recline onto his elbow as he reached his other arm out to put his heavy hand on her head. His fingers entwined with her longish, red auburn afro, and he groaned each time she slowly went down on him. Amanda loved the sound of it. She wanted to take more of him and make him moan louder, but she was in disbelief at how much he filled her mouth, gagging with just half his thick dick between her lips. But he seemed to be enjoying himself just fine as his moans grew more frequent. He fondled her head as he gently thrust his hips up to fit another inch of himself into her mouth.

“Goddamn, baby. You ’bout to make Daddy cum if you keep that up…” Joe grunted as she swirled her tongue around the length of his smooth shaft with every bob of her head. She gazed at him, captivated by how heavy his hard dick was on her tongue, how delicious his moans were in her ears, and how beautiful he was gazing down at her. With his intense, dark eyes and the mood lighting shading his light brown skin a deep red, Joe looked like a sexy devil to her. And as he pulsed in her mouth, she felt devilish, too, yearning to steal the soul out of his body through his dick.

She began to reach up and grab it, longing to massage him, but her fingers twitched in hesitation before she dropped them back onto her lap. Amanda nearly broke Joe’s “rule.” He had instructed her to keep her hands off him for the entire night…unless she wanted to be punished with him taking his hands off her. It was the one rule in the seductive yet sadistic game he created to make her domination kink her reality. She certainly didn’t want to be pried off his dick now, not when he was bucking his hips a little to fuck her face, making her pussy dripping wet with the wondered of his cum in her mouth.

“You wanna taste Daddy’s cum?” Joe’s deep voice rose slightly with his fervent pleasure gripping it as he gripped her hair. Amanda hummed her approval around his dick and he moaned from the vibration of it. “Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue…”

She obeyed his demand and opened wide, letting her tongue fall out, and he pulled her hair a bit to make her crane her head back as he took hold of his dick once more. His grasp tightened on her hair and pinched at her scalp, but she didn’t mind as she watched his handsome face contort as he stroked himself in front of her mouth and made her taste his salty, slightly sweet, cum as it coated her tongue. She’d been fantasizing about the flavor of him in her mouth and he didn’t disappoint, making her willing to swallow his every warm, long rope of cum that shot on her tongue as he pressed his dickhead on it. Joe then aimed his dick towards himself to let the last few spurts land on his taut abs that rose and fell with each groan as his pleasure rolled through him.

He kept his big fist entangled in her hair as he spanked his dick on the mess he made all over her tongue. He then said in a husky voice, “Swallow that for me.”

As she sealed her lips, her pussy was soaked between her thighs at the feel of his warm, slippery cum in her throat as it went down. She parted them again to show him that she followed his order.

“Mmm. Good girl…but you missed some,” he said with a smirk as he glanced down at his stomach. A tiny grin touched Amanda’s lips, too, as she leaned into him and ran her tongue along the grooves of his abs to lap up the rest of his cum.

“You did that on purpose.” She realized as she finished and licked her lips. Joe flashed her his toothy grin like the smug, sexy jerk he was and nodded.

“I did. And you liked it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he replied haughtily and she couldn’t help but nod, as well.

“You better be glad I like how you taste,” Amanda muttered playfully.

“Yeah?” He grinned again and reached for her, slipping his strong arms around her waist and pulling her onto his lap. He brought his lips close to her ear and growled, “You better be glad I like how you taste because I wanna make you cum on my tongue…”

Before she could respond, Joe tossed her to the bed and took her place on the carpet, settling down onto his knees and yanking her to the edge of the bed by her hips. He threw her thighs over his shoulders and stared at her with greedy eyes as his lips pressed to her inner thighs with messy kisses. Amanda moaned from that alone, but when his kisses covered her pussy lips before he buried his tongue between them, she nearly screamed.

And Joe knew exactly how to make her get louder as he made an upside-down V-shape with his first two fingers to spread her pussy lips open and expose more of her swollen clit to his tongue. She glanced down at him and caught him still studying her as he put his soft lips around it and suckled it into his mouth, his tongue lightly lapping at it.

“Ohhh, fuck…” Amanda cried to him. She wanted to close her eyes and fully immerse herself in the feeling of Joe sucking on her pussy, but he made it impossible to look away. They locked eyes as he slowly worked his tongue in intricate swirls on her sweetest spot.

As he started to work his tongue along the rest of her pussy, she realized she was so wet for him that it stuck to her thighs, his mustache, and his beard–and when Joe pulled back to take a breath, she saw a string of her nectar stick to his lips. He shot her a devious smirk before he licked it into his mouth and let a string of his spit fall onto her clit. When he dipped his head down to lick it up, he spat on it again and licked her clit that throbbed beneath his tongue. She felt hypnotized by the sexy sight, by his gorgeous eyes on her as he did it.

“Oh, my fucking god,” Amanda moaned to him as her thighs started to tremble around his head, a delicious orgasm building deep inside her. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to watch Joe observing her falling aside for him, but her head fell back onto the bed as her moans climbed higher and reached the ceiling.

“Unhhhh, Daddy, right there,” she whined as he gripped her hips with both hands, his tongue still stroking on her clit. Amanda heard her handcuffs jangle as she clutched at the bed sheets above her head and then at his hair, instinctively holding his face in place as she grinded herself on his tongue. Her pussy twitched as she felt her orgasm about to cascade from that deep pleasure welling within her…until she realized a moment too late the mistake she’d made. “Fuuuuuck!” she cried as he removed his mouth from her pussy.

She wanted to sit upright and protest but her cuffed wrists limited her movement. Instead, she watched Joe stand up and pull at his hair tie to let down his black, silky hair since she messed up his slicked-back bun. Her heart raced from the enthralling sight of him, from being on the edge of what would have been a vigorous orgasm.

“Joe, please…please, I was so close,” she pleaded, trying not to shake with frustration and desperation.

“Shoulda thought about that before you grabbed my hair, sweetheart,” he asserted, his deep voice annoyingly calm. She flopped onto her back and let out a big sigh as he rose from the foot of the bed. He swiped her gift box from the bed to place it on the nightstand before he lied down at her side, resting his head on his hand. He was so close that she felt his body heat on her. Yet he didn’t touch her. She could see his smirk from her peripheral vision, and she was so irritated with him, so aroused by him, that she didn’t want to even look at him if she couldn’t have him.

“How long this time?” Amanda pouted and went to fold her arms over her chest, but the handcuffs wouldn’t allow it. She wanted to curse at him, but she worried her complaints would only make him tack on more time. Instead, she yelled a curse that the hotel lobby could likely hear, and he snickered at her attitude.

“You’ll have to wait and see…” Joe replied. A near silence lingered between them after he spoke, the only sounds being their breathing and heartbeats in their ears. It felt like time purposefully dragged to punish her, especially with his warm, gorgeous body being off-limits right next to her. She wanted to be dominated by Joe, but her pussy still tingled, almost uncomfortably, from his luscious touch being snatched away.

She held her wrists to her chest and started to squirm, squeezing her thick thighs together to feel some kind of pressure. When it didn’t help, she finally glanced over at him with her eyes full of need. If she searched hard enough, his deep brown eyes held the same neediness to touch her, but he hid it well. Yet she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please, Joe. Please…” she whispered.

“Please what, baby?” Joe whispered back, his deep voice so sultry that she nearly moaned like it caressed her pussy. She was so choked up with need for him that her words got stuck in her throat. That’s when he wrapped his fingers around her jaw and made her gasp with relief to feel his touch, even if it wasn’t the one she craved. He made her hold his gaze as he demanded, “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want y-your mouth on my pussy,” Amanda uttered.

“You gonna be a good girl, then, and let Daddy make you cum on his tongue?” he whispered again as he pulled her face closer to his. She nodded pathetically as their lips brushed together. She closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her as his warm breath grazed her face, yet it didn’t come. Instead, she felt his hand drop from her face to her thighs as he pushed them open. He nestled himself between them, his warmth and weight on her feeling succulent, as he gathered her wrists into one of his large hands and pinned them above her head. “Keep your fuckin’ hands here,” he growled, his hair falling around her face.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as Joe made his way down her body with first his hands and then his mouth. He kneaded her round, long breasts before he sucked her hard, dark brown nipples. He massaged her waist and hips before leaving kisses on them and her belly. When he reached her pussy, he let two thick fingers carefully slide between her gushy, tender folds before they gently delved inside her as he put his mouth on her clit. Every action made Amanda’s body convulse beneath him as her pleasure rapidly consumed her like a flash flood.

And as he pinned one of her thighs to the bed to make her pussy open wider for him as he lapped at her clit and slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her, the deep swells of Amanda’s orgasm pulled her under. Her moans drowned out every other sound as she flailed and grappled with the bed sheets, but Joe was strong enough with one hand to hold her steady against his tongue. He wanted to catch every drop of her cum, even when her moans turned into sharp cries and she tried to scoot away from him. It was just like when he had her in the hot tub–her intense ecstasy shifting to overwhelming delirium. But Joe wouldn’t let her get away, sliding his fingers out of her to pull her deeper into his mouth.

“I-I can’t…pleeeease,” she pleaded again, but this time for him to stop as her orgasm made her shout. Yet the longer he swirled his long tongue on her throbbing pussy, the softer her cries became as her pleasure shifted once more–buoying her up from the deep and surrounding her like warm waves she could float on. She went from wanting to yank his head away to wishing she could hold it closer as he dragged his tongue from her clit to her pussy hole over and over.

But she kept her hands above her head as he told her to and simply moaned to him as it dawned on her what he was doing with this little waiting game of his: Edging her to prolong her pleasure and give her quivering, potent orgasms. It was a torturous pleasure but Amanda couldn’t deny its effectiveness as she’d never cum this hard in her life.

And he was well aware of that fact as she gradually gained the strength to take a glimpse down at him and see his eyes fixed on her, shamelessly admiring how his work had her nearly incapacitated. She would have rolled her eyes at him and his ego but she had to give it to Joe: He wasn’t just a sexy jerk, but a innovative one at that.

“Thought you’d never shut up,” he taunted with his handsome smirk when he finally detached his mouth from her pussy. He still held her hips and pressed teasing kisses along her belly that made her chuckle lightly.

“It’s not like we’re at work and I have to be quiet or anything…” Amanda breathed a little heavy as she joked and made him chuckle, too. Then she said in a timid, hushed tone, “…That was fucking incredible.”