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3eyesdivine · 16 days

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Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary.

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man?

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client.

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario.

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment. "You good?"

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots.

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy.

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him.

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock.

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement.

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss.

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface.

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo.

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so.

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew.

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came.

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong.

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her. "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need.

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed, reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist.

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms.

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face.

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office.

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3eyesdivine · 22 days

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Reigns’ Girl

Chapter One : At First Glance

inspired by the movie Miller’s Girl and song Teacher’s Pet.

warnings ; 18+ only, smut, intimate & heavily erotic scenes, teacher x college student plot, angst, thriller, obsession, drug use

The world of writing is something incredible, isn't it? The way words can fit together so flawlessly and draw you in to the scene you're seeking for with every word you read. So incredible, you are unable to shift your focus away from it. It's almost—what's the word?

Ah. Pulchritudinous.

In other words, the world of literature is breathtaking and heartbreaking. In a favorable or unfavorable way? Who knows? It depends on how the individual perceives each word they read and how they interpret the meaning contained inside those words. Interesting, right? It's like a billet-doux, a love letter for bibliophiles.

With my brain clouded with thoughts, I enter the classroom of the professor recommended to me by a close friend. Mr. Reigns. Full name, Roman Reigns.

His back was turned to face me as he wrote the task list on the blackboard in white chalk, and I took advantage of the opportunity to let my sight roam down his obviously muscular physique. His shoulders were huge and broad, almost splitting the shirt he was wearing in half. His waist was small but not petite, just ideal. And his hair was bound in a loose bun, every strand.

“Hello? You’re early.” I heard a deep, oh so deep yet silky voice speak, and I was abruptly pulled out of my own little world of borderline infatuation.

My eyes shifted away from his frame and up to his own gaze. His expression was a combination of perplexity and interest.

“Only by a couple of minutes.” I respond with a little, shy grin upon my lips.

The spacious classroom grew quiet for a moment as the two of us were stuck where our feet stopped us, like our shoes were superglued to the hardwood flooring. Mr. Reigns eventually took the initiative, clearing his throat as he set the chalk in his palm down and stepped down from his desk to the one I was stood at, designating it mine as I placed my books and materials on top of it.

"You're new to this class. What's your name?" He inquires, laying a paper on my desk that calls my attention, my curious gaze drawn to the vast list of books and classroom rules. "Ah, I hope this isn't too overwhelming. It contains a list of books that I require my students get familiar with."

I tilt my head, nod gently, and delicately touch the antique wooden desk beneath my fingertips.

"It's Lilith. Lilith Dumas, and I’ve read them all."

He looks at me with a tinge of amazement and some disbelief.

"I mean the books, Ms. Dumas. Not the syllabus-"

I cut him off, causing our sentences to overlap.

“I know. I'm telling you, I've read them all.” I say matter-of-factly.

The corners of the man's lips lift for a second before dropping, only to rise again as he laughs briefly. I'm assuming he's impressed. A nineteen-year-old girl has read over twelve literary works, and he'd be terrified if he was aware of any more than that. How can a girl my age have so much free time, given her youth? I'm certain that's the precise question on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't want to pry into the life of girl in her first year of college. I know.

“Ok. Impressive.” He praised, a hint of a smile still lingering over his lips.

“Well, uhm..” He claps his hands together awkwardly, looking down at his feet before looking back up at me. “I hope you enjoy my class, Lilith.”

Yes, say my name again. Please. Oh, please.

“I know I will, Mr. Reigns.” I reply, my tone surely dripping and drenched with seduction, even in the slightest.

Fighting back a smile and a burning blush hot to the touch, I settle at my desk as the rest of the class rushes in. My little hands brush over my short skirt as I cross my legs, but my gaze is fixed on Mr. Reigns, who is staring back at me after observing my silky legs alter their position. My brows raised briefly in response before the man turned away from me and proceeded with instructing the class.

It was only our first time meeting and this man, Roman Reigns. Mm, even his name feels like honey on my lips, and I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. Yell it out of love and desire!

I'm not well over my head with this; my mind isn't in the clouds, and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. This is reality…

My reality, at least.

As wrong as it is, as dangerous as it will be. I want this man. It’s not okay, it’s crossing a line and it’s riskier than who knows what.

But I made up my mind anyway, made it up at first glance and I promise, I’ll get what I want.

No matter the lengths.

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