Free Web NovelChapter 89: Chapter 89 Roman.
I’d done it. I’d claimed Felicity and made her pussy come all over my dick.
Watching her face twist in pleasure and feeling her body shake with pleasure had turned me on beyond belief.
I never could have expected that going to the fucking strip club — completely against my wishes would have ended up reuniting me with my angel.
I pulled out of her, causing her to gasp at the loss, and quickly snatched her by her white, creamy thighs that were slick with her wetness, and spun her around onto her back. Then I drove my dick back inside her as hard as possible.
"Fuck!" she cried out, throwing an arm around my neck for support. “You’re gonna kill me."
"You have no idea," I growled. I leaned down over her and wrapped my arms around her waist, then lifted her up off the ground and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me and held on for dear life as I pounded her.
She was so fucking tight that if I hadn’t already come once I would have busted the second, I slid inside her. Even now, I was already right on the edge.
I’d felt it the moment I’d stretched her to make her my fit, and before sliding fully inside, I knew I’d remember it for the rest of my life.
“Roman,” she yelped. She threw her arms around my neck and let her mouth hang loose against my skin. I felt her breath.
Smelled her scent and felt the warmth of her body as her breasts bounced against my chest.
Something moved inside me — something deeper, beyond the primal lust that had overtaken me. It was the same feeling I’d felt when I saw her there on the steps, stretched out like a
goddess, only amplified a thousand times.
This girl was mine now and I was never going to let her get away, no matter what Stringer or anybody else said.
I spun and carried her down the hall, kicked open the door to the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed on top of her.
I wanted to eat her up and swallowed her lips with mine, kissing her like we’d love each other for years. My tongue flattened against hers and I held her so tight I squeezed some of the breath from her lungs.
My dick was a hot rod of pure powerful lust, and my balls were heavy with cum ready to be unleashed in her.
I was going to fill her up; there was no doubt in my mind.
I knew the consequences.
Felicity was the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with, and no one would ever tell me different.
"Your pussy’s gonna make me come," I groaned.
"Yeah?" she whispered back, obviously turned on by my lust.
"You like it, baby?"
"I fucking love it," I told her as my muscles tensed and my orgasm steamed forward like a locomotive steaming down the tracks.
We were wrapped together, intertwined like lovers, and as I started to lose control, I forced her eyes to mine and stared.
The fire roared inside me. Her body trembled against mine and I realized that the feelings I was feeling deep down were coming to a head, an undeniable climax equal to my physical one that made me fully understand and realize what I was feeling.
Love.
"I’m coming," I roared, letting her know my intentions. She didn’t even hesitate.
"Come in me, Roman!"
Hell yes.
My cock exploded in Felicity’s tight little cunt, spraying my seed deep inside her. I grunted and my core went tight with each pulse, and I buried my cock as far as it would go inside her.
Felicity cried out and I felt her pussy clench down again as another orgasm hit her. We were coming at the same time, as it should be. She yelped quietly and squeezed my waist with her legs as we shot into space together.
I was panting like a dog, gasping for breath like a sprinter while my heart pounded in my chest. I could feel my pulse in my dick, pulsing against the tight walls of her perfect pussy. I was completely beside myself and let out a deep groan as I started to come back to my senses.
Sort of...
"Oh my God," Felicity moaned softly as my body began to relax and I slumped down on top of her. I curled to the side and pulled her leg up over my hip, so we were sort of reverse-spooning and brushed her hair from her face.
So beautiful...
"Three times..." she whispered. “You made me come three times,"
"And I’d make you come twenty more if you wanted," I told her. I ran my tongue across her plump little bottom lip as her eyes sparkled at me. Her body was a feast for my eyes. I felt my lust for her deep in my core and warm in my chest. Felicity’s skin was soft and delicate beneath my rough hands — hands that had spent a lifetime building an empire.
I could protect Felicity from anything. I’d put my life on the line for her. Paying off that piece of shit, Dante, was nothing compared to what I’d do for her.
I’d never experienced anything like the feelings that were running through me as I looked at her.
My angel...
My thoughts drifted back to that night we’d first met.
"What were you doing there?" I asked her.
"At the strip club?"
"Oh, I meant the museum," I replied. "But yeah, either one."
"My parents were killed last year," she said, and my heart sank as I saw the memory of that pain cross her face. "Apparently they owed money to Dante, and he figured the best way to collect would be to make me dance for him."
"Scumbag," I replied.
"He said that because I used to dance like ballet — that I’d be a natural."
"Ballet?" I asked. “So that explains your impressive flexibility earlier..."
Felicity smiled and nuzzled closer to me.
“But if you were wondering what I was doing on campus that night," she continued. "I guess I was just sort of daydreaming."
"Daydreaming at night?" I joked.
"I knew I had to dance the next night," she said. "So, I just went to campus and pretended — even if it was only for a few minutes — that I was a college student. I’d only have to worry about classes, grades, whether or not I had time to go out with my friends...not how I was going to get over the mountain of debt my parents left me or the crazy strip club owner who thought I belonged to him."
Felicity’s words threatened to break me. I was a tough motherfucker who lived in a tough world, but Felicity was pure, a good person who didn’t deserve what had happened to her or her parents.
"Well, you don’t have to worry about any of that now, angel," I told her. "Because this fall, you’re going to that school."
Felicity paused and looked up at me like she needed to process what I’d just told her.
"I–what do you mean, Roman?"
"I mean that if you fill out the application and get accepted, which I’m sure you will, I’ll foot the bill for you."
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"I know I don’t have to, Felicity. I want to."
"I don’t even know if I’d get in.." she said slowly.
"You will," I assured her. “You’re smart. I can tell."
"I don’t even know when the deadline is — "
"Don’t worry about that," I told her. "I can pull some strings and make sure they look at you."
"But don’t make them accept me!" she said quickly. "I want to get in on my own merit."
I smiled. She really was perfect.
"I’d never dream of it."
I could feel myself changing in her presence. A side of me that I had put away a long time ago was beginning to return-the kind, compassionate side of Roman Reigns.
Truth be told, I was misunderstood by the general public, who thought I was nothing more than a cruel, cold-hearted criminal. That might be what I was to the underworld, but there was a lot more to me than that.
I’d gotten into crime in the first place to take care of my family. My father worked construction, and when a steel beam fell on his ankle and crushed it into jelly and he could no longer work, the insurance company failed to cover it, leaving us with medical debt we had no chance of paying on my mom’s waitress salary.
So I went to work. And it wasn’t long before I was rising to the top, getting my dad not only the best medical treatment, but my parents a new house in Newton and a summer place in Florida.
I took care of my community, funded the food banks, and donated to children’s organizations. I spread the wealth the best I could without getting those I helped in trouble for associating with me and made sure that the rest of the criminals knew to keep in line.
No robbing innocent people, no selling drugs to kids, no sex trafficking — anything that hurt our community I quickly stomped out. The public saw me only as a tyrant, but that was only half the story.
"Why...why are you doing this?" Felicity asked.
I could see by her expression that she knew the answer; she just wanted to hear the words.
We both knew what was going on here. There was no denying the magic that had seized both of us.
"Because you deserve it, baby," I told her.
"I don’t even know what to say."
"You don’t have to say anything, Angel. You’re perfect just the way you are."
