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empressdede · 2 months

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Disrespectful

Chapter Two

After that interaction, London tried her best to create some distance between her and Roman. She would avoid his calls, texts messages and if she did finally get back to him, she would decline any outing he would invite her to.

She didn’t trust herself around him. She knew the longer she kept herself around him, the more she would want to jump his bones. The little moment between them made her feel like a horny teenager all over again. She had no business at her big ass age of 34, dry humping another man against the wall like she was some 16 year old virgin. And even though that’s all that they did; she couldn’t shake the memory away.

The way he held her up against the wall with ease, the way he grunted and groaned softly in her ear, and especially the way he demanded that she cum for him. Every time the thought entered her mind, It made her body shiver with want.

And that’s where her problem lied. She knows that she wants Roman; no matter how many times she tries to push it to the back of her head.

“You can’t keep avoiding him, London. Be a grown up and tell that man you need your space.” London’s sister, Nora, advised.

“I don’t have to do anything but be black and die when the time comes Nora. If I don’t want to talk to Roman right now, then I’m not. What we did at that party - his wife’s party no less - was a mistake. We’re both happly married and it needs to stay like that.”

“London, you’ve been with James since forever. Don’t you think this is your body telling you to venture out and try new things?”

“James is a good man Nora. I’m not going to ruin my relationship with my husband just because I’m feeling like I want a quick fix somewhere else.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Girl, if James was beating the pussy up like he supposed to be doing, you wouldn’t have ran off with Roman in the first place. Then you ran off to go dry hump that man, bitch you ain’t never heard of no quickie?”

“Nora-“

“Bitch I’m being serious. If you was gonna step out anyway, you might as well have went out with a bang. Vibrator to the clit while he hitting it from the back & that 20 minutes could’ve been a whole fuckin round.”

Images immediately flashed through her mind as she thought about it. Her dress bunched up at her waist as he thrusted inside of her at a quick pace. Bodies close together so he could keep the vibrator to her clit and she could practically hear his voice in her ear. “I barely even started and look at you about to cum for me.”

London let out a sad sigh. Her sister’s didn’t help her with trying to push Roman to the back of her mind. If anything, Nora kept trying to push her straight into Roman’s arms.

“If I see him, I’m going to fuck him.” She admitted and Nora shrugged.

“So do that. James will always be here and who knows; maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system. Whatever the case may be, I say go for it.”

“You’re not even trying to give me good advice Nora. You keep telling me to cheat on my husband.”

“You already cheated girl and I wasn’t there to tell you that. You cheated emotionally and physically, you might as well just go all the way.”

Her sister’s words echoed in her head and she thought about it for a second, what it would really feel like to go all the way with Roman. She just knew he would snatch her breath away. She could almost feel him, a picturesque expression on his face as he took her hair into his hands pulling it towards him to stop her from hiding her moans. Damn…. She really did see it and even though she yearned to fall into temptation, London decides that she was going to stand on business.

She had a husband for everything she thinks she wants Roman for. She also decided that since she was going to be the woman she promised to be as a wife, she was going to throw herself into her work. What better way to distract herself from temptation than to work?

But Roman though? He was getting tired of waiting on London. He considered himself a realist - if he was going to be cheating on his wife, he was going to fulfill all the fantasies he had about London. They’ve tried to deny their sexual attraction towards each other for almost two years now; if she didn’t want him the same way he wants her then what happened two weeks ago wouldn’t have transpired. So after being ignored for two weeks, Roman decides he’s had enough. If London didn’t want to see him, so be it. Now he was going to go see her…. and with how distant she’s been he knew exactly where to find her.

"Mrs. Murphey, we have a Mr. Heyman downstairs waiting for you. He says it’s an emergency." Mariah states as she walks into London’s office. London lets out a tired sigh; she knew she didn’t have long before he started sending his minions to do his dirty work.

"Tell him I’m busy." London responds to her without even lifting her head to acknowledge her assistant. She didn’t really have time to entertain that bullshit today.

"Don’t seem that busy to me." She heard from where her assistant stood and her head snapped up to see Roman standing behind Mariah. And poor Mariah, she really tried her best, bless her heart but she knew when it came to Roman himself, he was going to finesse his way up here one way or another.

"Um sir you can’t be he-" Mariah tried to speak but Roman cut her off, keeping his dark brown orbs locked on London.

"You ready to talk to me like an adult?" He questioned. Mariah looked between the two of them, obviously sensing the tension but if her boss said she was busy, then she needed to get rid of this Mr. Heyman guy.

"Sir, you can’t be here. I’m going to have to ask you to leave or else I’m going to have security escort you out the building." Mariah warned. Roman stared at the younger woman in front of him with a blank face for a couple of seconds before laughing in her face.

"Okay lady, if you could close the door behind you, that would be great." He instructed, walking right past her to stand in front of London’s desk.

London finally snapped out of it when she got her over her feeling of shock from seeing him. "You don’t get to walk in here and tell my employees what to do. In this building, there’s only one person who runs it and that’s me." She enforced, getting up from her seat to glare at him. "Just like I can’t walk in yours and start telling Paul what to do."

"London-" Roman tried to speak again but was cut off by London’s assistant again.

"Um… Sir, you still need to leave."

"You can close the door behind you Mariah, you can leave. Let everyone know that I’m in a meeting and will be available afterwards. Come find me in 30 minutes." London instructed

"An hour." Roman replies, and this time he raises an eyebrow, challenging her to see if he wouldn’t keep her for the hour.

The two stared at each other for a while in silence, both of them challenging the other. London knew herself, an hour alone with Roman and she would be stepping out of her marriage. She also didn’t want him to think he had any power over her with his dumbass suggestion of having an hour of her time instead of 30. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, the longer they glared at each other, waiting for the other to succumb in defeat, her sister’s words were ringing in her head.

"Maybe this is just a phase and you need him out of your system."

London finally rolled her eyes in defeat, turning to look at Mariah; "An hour. And not a second less."

When Mariah left, Roman let his eyes roam around her office. "You’ve been cooped up in here, I bet."

"What are you doing here Roman?" London asked getting straight to the point.

"You haven’t been texting me back for a while. So if you don’t want to talk over the phone, you definitely want to talk in person." Roman turned his head back to face London. "I can’t get you out of my head London, I keep hearing you cry out for me and when I try to call you to … talk… you don’t even pick up."

"Because you’re married Roman. To Tiara, not me. What we did a couple of weeks ago was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened."

"If that were the case, you wouldn’t have worn the panties I bought for you."

The room got silent, energy in the room changing as they stared each other down. London really didn’t want to fall into this trap. That’s what Roman was, coming in here with his tight collared shirt and slacks just to tempt her. A walking fucking trap.

“You could’ve just walked in wearing anything; But you didn’t.” Roman started, walking around the desk in slow calculated steps. Like a predator stalking its prey.

London watched him, and she couldn’t move even if she wanted to; it seemed as if her feet were glued to floor the closer Roman got to her. “You wore my dress and you put on those pretty panties just for me. It wasn’t a mistake… you wanted to cum for me that night; tell me I’m lying.”

With Roman standing right in front of her, she couldn’t really think. His scent was clouding her senses, she should be moving away from him, fighting her temptation. But he was telling the truth, she wanted him that night. Still wants him, she just doesn’t know how to go about it.

“Roman.” She whispered out but Roman didn’t want to listen to anything she had to say unless it was her crying out for him again.

“Tell me.” He demanded quietly, his hands moving to hold onto her waist to pull her into him. A gasp slipped through her lips, her eyes closing when she felt his nose trailing up her neck.

He planted a kiss under her ear before whispering in her ear, “Tell me you wanna cum for me London and I can make that happen for you.” He rasped out.

And she could practically hear Nora now.

Bitch stop fighting and fuck him already!

It was obvious Roman wanted her just as bad as she wanted him, and London was a weak woman.

“Make it happen then.” She replied almost challengingly and it caused Roman to smirk against her skin because he came on a mission.

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"Fuucckkk" She loudly moaned when he pushed himself back into her. Legs on his shoulders with his hands holding onto to the back of her thighs. The immense feeling made her forget she was still in her office, where if anyone got close enough, they could hear her. But Roman didn’t give a single fuck. And when he leaned forward, pressing his body closer to hers, which pushed her legs closer to her chest making it easier to get deeper she couldn’t help but get lost in the pleasure.

Loud moans were flying out of her mouth, and Roman’s eyes stared down into her with a dark look in them. She knew exactly what he was doing, that look told her everything she needed to know. He was trying to find her spot, with no other intensions other than abusing it until she was cumming in waves for him.

"You done runnin’ from me?" He asked tauntingly, and she knew he wasn’t talking about running from him during the activity they were currently partaking in. He wanted her to give into him every single time they had the chance to be like this.

He slid his hands down her thighs and pushed them down as close to her chest as they could get, looking down between them to watch his dick slide in and out of her enjoying the small white ring of cream she left coated on him. He slowed down his pace purposefully to sew how loud she would get whenever he hit somewhere new. London couldn’t remember the last time she felt like this.

She tried to bite onto her lower lip to keep from screaming every time he went in deeper. Muffled moans came from her, nails denting his skin as she latched onto his back. Roman looked back up to watch her, eyes squinting as he studied her expressions and slightly moved to the left to hit a new area. He felt her clench around him and watched her eyes water from that specific spot. Found it

"Ouuu shit." She cried out.

"Right there?" He questioned as if he didn’t already know.

"Yesss, right there." Roman started moving against it, poking at her spot faster and faster as he let one of her thighs go and slid his hands up her stomach and breasts until he reached her neck. She let another loud moan as he loosely squeezed her neck.

"You never answered my question, you done runnin’ from me?"

London wrapped her arm around the leg he let go so she wouldn’t be so sore, she was so lost in the pleasure she almost didn’t hear him. "Huh?" He questioned, as he kept poking at her spot even harder now staring right into her eyes. She kept eye contact, responding by moaning louder and nodding her head.

"I can’t hear you, you done runnin’ from me London? Huh? When I ask you to come see me, you gon come see me right?" He asked, squeezing her neck a little tighter as he thrusted even faster.

He could’ve asked her for the world in the same moment and she would’ve agreed to give it to him. That’s how good he was making her feel.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she felt her stomach tightened and she clenched down on him. "Yessss, I’m done runnin’ Roman Please."

"Please what? Tell me."

"I-" She was cut off by her own loud moan, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head. Roman continued to relentlessly pound into her, pushing to make her cum for the fourth and final time.

"C’mon baby, beg for that shit." He teased, enjoying the mess he was leaving her in. This was what he wanted to do to her the first time and he was glad he was able to redeem himself. The only thing that could be heard were their heavy breathing, her constant moaning and their skin clapping against each other’s.

"Please. D-don’t stop please" She stuttered out as she felt her legs start to shake; she was on the verge of cumming again - this time she knew it was going to me much more intense then the last one.

"You gon cum for me?" And he really didn’t need to ask, she placed her hand on his stomach to try to get him to slow down. Roman let go of her neck and quickly used his thumb to rub on her clit as he hit her spot over and over again. Her hand slipped from his stomach and she tapped on the desk, she couldn’t hold it anymore.

At the sight of her literally tapping out, he smirked and it did nothing but boost his ego. "Go head baby, cum for me." He permitted and with a silent scream she let her body arch off her desk and came all over him. He let out a groan at how tight she clenched around him and quickly pulled out of her and stroked himself with a few pumps and emptied himself on top of her; staking his claim.

If cheating on his wife felt like this - he didn’t give a damn about the consequences.

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It’s been a minute huh? Here’s the second part - and I promise you guy’s wont have to wait that long for the next part😭😭

Comment if you want to be added to the next part and please show me some love🥺🫶🏾

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gunsatthaphan · 2 months

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so,,,,,, last SaturGay,,,,,?

#cherry magic #cherry magic th #karanachi #cherry magic th ep12 #gmmtv #thai bl #bl drama #DONT LEAVE ME #DONT TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME #what about my mental health???????#disrespectful

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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this is me outside your house when you post things about the 'ghouls' and dont include mountain

dont think i dont see you

#disrespectful #during mountain march too #(not the mutuals the mutuals would never)#but i come across posts/tik toks here and there that talk about swiss/aeon/dew/rain #no mountain #thats fuckin RUDE #mountain ghoul #the band ghost #shitghosting

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iluvfinnmertens · 22 days

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THE FACT THAT HAZBIN HOTEL IS SO QUEER YET THE FANDOM IS SO DISRESPECTFUL OF THEIR SEXUALITIES DESPITE MOST OF THE FANDOM BEING FUCKING QUEER— UGH

THIS GIRL IN A DISCORD SERVER IM IN LITERALLY TALKS SEXUAL ABOUT AL 24/7 ITS RIDICULOUS AND WHEN I SAY I AN ACE PERSON AM UNCOMFY WITH THIS THEY SAY “then leave” DESPITE MAKING A RULE THAT IF SOMEONE SAYS TO STOP DOING SOMETHING TO STOP AND RESPECT BOUNDARIES— (which they were not doing) AND THEN WHEN I MENTIONED THAT THEY SAID STAFF DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES JUST SO THEY COULD GET AWAY WITH DISRESPECTING MY BOUNDARIES ☹️

made me actually so upset

(also yes i in fact made this 😌)

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thinkin-bout-milgram · 11 months

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Episode 36: Jump Rope

Disclaimer: I don’t take credit for the translations. These are from the official Milgram account and put on the comic for a more friendly viewing experience.

-mercury

#milgram #ミルグラム #minigram #milgram project #milgram kotoko #milgram mahiru #kotoko yuzuriha #mahiru shiina #admin mercury #translation #is it 2am? yes #did i get this out in a reasonable time? also yes #i love it when they give us a happy mahiru kotoko comic a week before i love you drops #disrespectful #mahiru is such a delulu queen #gotta stan the attitude #you can tell its 2am by how im rambling lmao

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 4 months

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don't you love it when you search for pics of adora ANYWHERE and like 90% of the search results are the toxic incestuous ship?

#it's like adora doesnt even have an identity #shes just catra's girlfriend™#disrespectful #spop critical #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #spop #she ra #anti catra #anti catradora #anti spop #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora

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ilikecarsandlike4people · 6 months

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I'm getting a bit tired of people posting my beans on other platforms without permission. Like some people give credit, thank you for that but I've stated that I don't like reposting at all. Like. Not even asking if it's okay to repost, and slapping a different caption on it. I don't use twitter, but my friend keeps sending me like screenshots of "oh look there it is again" and it's just a bit... discouraging. Please don't go out of your way to seek them out, I don't want that. But like... if you see them on your timeline, just know it's not me. This is my only social media.

#every beans picture is over an hour of work #and someone just taking it like it means nothing kind of....#feels bad #i don't know #I am a professional artist #this is my livelyhood #and yeah #it just feels #disrespectful #yk

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spicysigil · 1 year

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Corrinleth for like all three of us who like that

#corrinleth #m!byleth #m!corrin #fe3h #owen art #tickling #with his own tail!!!!#disrespectful #feh

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amaureas-blog · 4 months

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Jedediah Shine x female reader smut

Summary: You’ve just given in the inspector's invitation to accompany him home to.. do things..

Genre: (Reader) Smut, PWP

Warnings: Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, non-negotiated choking, dirty talk

Word Count: 2,899

A/N: Just Porn. No introduction or anything we dive right into the smut. No beta. Plus, I wrote this one my phone because my notebook broke.

I shouldn't have given in so quickly to the inspector's invitation to accompany him home. But here I was now, sitting on his lap, his large hands rubbing warmth back into me, after walking here through the cold rainy breeze that was London's weather.

He had already peeled me off one layer of my clothing. Now only dressed in my under skirts and corset, I ran my hands over his chest, unbuttoning his waistcoat, while his hungry mouth was on mine, kissing me greedy.

I peeled him out of his waistcoat, before pushing off his suspenders. My fingers nervously started to fiddle with his trousers, feeling him hard as a brick underneath the fabric.

He broke the kiss, a snorted chuckle escaped his lips. “Someone's being a little impatient.”, he said, but I could tell by his smirk that he actually liked it. His large, calloused hands went under my skirt, grabbing my thighs and working their way up, before I felt two of his fingers rubbing over my cunt. “Is that little cunny so desperate for my cock?” I answer him with a moan and a quick nod.

He stroked over my hot and wet core a few times, before impaling me on two of his long fingers. I arched my back, throwing my head back, moaning again. “C’mon, girlie. Say it.”, he demanded, but I felt myself unable to form any words.

I tried to push myself more onto his fingers, to make him understand how much I needed him, but the inspector withdrew himself from me, leaving me whimpering and mourning the loss of his fingers inside me.

His hand came up to grab my chin, forcefully, to make me look at him. “I don't like repeating myself.”, he said impatiently.

I moved on his lap, desperate for some friction to ease the itching between my legs. “Please..” I feel him between my legs, hard and huge. “Please, fuck me, inspector Shine.” A hungrily glint sparkled in his eyes and his jaw worked with pleasure.

He pushed me off of him and got up with me, his hands caressing my arms, before pulling me against him, his lips kissing me roughly. My hands slid through his hair, before they rested in his neck.

The kiss didn't last long before his hands ripped open my corset, ruining it to my horror. “Who’s being impatient now, inspector?”, I teased, grinning up at him. “I hope you consider replacing it.”

“Depends on whether you will be a good girl, or not.”, he cooed, cupping my left breast and pinched my nipple between his index finger and thumb.

I hissed slightly and bit my bottom lip. “What will you have me do to prove to you I'm a good girl?”, I breathed seductively to him. His lips curled into a smirk.

“You can start by getting down on your knees, girl.” He really didn't have to tell me twice. Submissively I sank to my knees in front of him and heard him drawing a sharp breath.

I caught his gaze briefly before my eyes focused on his breeches. I could tell it was time to rid the inspector of them. I could see his incredible length apparent under the fabric. Excitedly I gasped for air before my fingers opened his fly and I found myself licking my lips.

As his cock sprung free into my hand, I was actually whimpering with excitement and felt my cunt clenching around nothing at the mere sight of it. Hell, yes. I was desperate for this cock.

“You just gonna stare at it, or are you actually going to suck me off?”, I heard him say with a dark chuckle. I was sure he took enormous pride in his remarkable manhood.

I looked up at him as I closed my hand around his shaft to gave him a few gentle strokes, before I leaned forward and closed my lips around his tip. I work my head and hand together for a while, as I work my way to fit his entire length into my mouth. His musky smell filled my nose, as I inpale my throat on his cock, my nose brushing his pubic hair and I get a low groan from him.

“That's it, girlie.”, his voice reached me, low and praising, sending a shiver down my spine. Both his hands grabbed my head now, keeping me right where he wanted me, before he started to thrust into my mouth until I gagged on him.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes and tried to breathe through my nose as best I could, while he was bruising my throat with a brutal pace. After a short time my hands came up to his waist to push him away from me so that I could gasp for air.

He growled, somewhat in disapproval, but let me catch my breath. He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking up to him. I gasped a little in pain. “You better learn to hold your breath while I fuck your throat.” I felt like I disappointed him, so I nodded quickly. The look he gave me told me he wanted my word on that.

“I’ll be better next time.”, my voice sounded quieter than intended, but the inspector nodded satisfied.

“Good. Now get up.” I felt like a puppet, he said something and I hopped to it. For a moment I was afraid that this might bore him in the long run.

Even though Jedediah Shine seemed like a man who didn't tolerate getting denied anything, I still believed that a little challenge here and there, a little back talk even, would certainly arouse him. Perhaps I’d try to challenge him in the future. For now I got up and rid myself of the underskirt I was still wearing.

Now totally naked and exposed for Shine’s hungry eyes, I felt my heart beating in my throat as his eyes roamed greedily over my curves. Then he peeled himself off his own shirt and trousers. I watched him impatiently and surreptitiously bit my lower lip as more and more of his body was revealed. He was so well built and my fingertips itched to explore every inch of his body.

“You look like you’re hungry for dinner.”, he said, stepping closer, before he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me flat against him.

A whimpering moan escaped my lips, feeling his muscles against my curves and his hard cock against my belly. “Sure am hungry.”, I admitted whispering. My gaze darted back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

“Then, scoot, to bed.”, he said, placing a slight slap on my behind, before we headed to his bed, where he lay flat on his back and pulled onto his lap.

I was a bit surprised to find myself seated on top of him, since I had the feeling that Jedediah Shine was a man who loved to be in control of things. Not that I thought I had any control as he roughly grabbed me by the hips and pulled me deeper into his lap, pressing his hips against me so that I could feel him hard and throbbing against my cunt.

I bit my lip at the attempt not to moan, even if I was extremely aroused. “No need to hold back, luv.”, his deep voice whispered to me. “It's not like anyone would hear you here anyway.” To me it almost sounded like a threat and perhaps it was meant to frighten me, but honestly it just made me feel more aroused.

I rolled my hips against his and let out a lovely moan for him, my hands resting on his chest, his hands tugging on my hips.

“Come here, girlie. Sit on my face.”

I do as he commented, my cunt weeping with excitement of what was about to come. His deep voice once again sent a shiver down my spine. I move on top of him, my knees left and right of his head.

“Yes, get your pretty ass up here.”, he growled almost impatiently, bringing his large hands up to cup both my buttocks. His fingers grabbed my flesh rough, almost brutally.

Pulling me closer to his hungry mouth like that, I gasped when I first felt his hot breath caressing my inner thigh, followed by his lips on my hot and aching core.

I felt how I immediately melted against him. My head went dizzy and my legs started shaking. Closing my eyes, head leaning back, my hands rested on his forearms for support. His tongue licked down to my entrance, warm and wet and wonderful. His beard scratched tenderly between my legs.

My breathing got heavier. My breasts rose and fell and a moan escaped my lips at the wonderful work the inspector did between my legs. I started moving my hips, but Shine responded with a disapproving growl and a smack to my ass, that had me jumping slightly.

I understood that I wasn't allowed the pleasure of riding his face, not yet. So I tried to keep my hips still even as he thrusted that devilish tongue inside me. I moaned with a shiver. He hummed darkly, his hand kneading my ass as if he wanted to tear me apart. The pain along with the pleasure was indescribable.

Then another smack to my ass made me cry out, leaving my skin sore and bruised by his rough hands. “Please..”, I begged him and his lips moved to suck on my clit, his tongue circling the small bead. “Oh, yes..”

He started eating out my cunt with vigor, sending shiver after shiver through my body. Shivering hard under the bulding pleasure that spread from my arousal through my whole body I started to move my hips, having his tongue and lips right there where I needed them the most. And this time he allowed it with an approving low growl which vibrated against my clit.

I feel another gush of arousal dripping down my cunt. His pacing was perfect. I felt my chest tighten almost painfully as the pleasure was building up inside me.

It came too soon; a bodyshaking orgasm, that have me moaning, screaming even. I press my cunt firmly onto his face, his tongue overstimulating me to the point that my brain went blank for a few seconds. It was pure bliss.

I was panting heavy when my climax wore off slowly. If my ears weren't ringing so much, I might have heard the inspector gasping for air himself. When his hands released me, I slipped off him and sank onto the bed next to him.

While I was still catching my breath I felt him moving next to me. Exhausted, I blinked slightly and saw him wiping away my wetness out of his beard. And just like that he was on top of me. My body almost limp from the heavy orgasm I just had.

With expert hands he spread my legs, positioned himself between them, taking hold of the base of his cock, before he forced himself all the way inside me.

Whimpering I took him, still too exhausted from what he just did to me. I wished he had given me a bit more time to recover from the first climax. My cunt was still too sensitive and tightened around him, when he started thrusting.

My hands came up against his firm chest, and as if he needed to prove his strength, I felt him flex his muscles in a boastful manner. There was not a single soft spot about this man.

His manicing eyes were fixed on my face and my breast, that bounced with each of his mighty thrust. My hands moved into his neck for an attempt to pull him down for a kiss, which was denied. For a moment I thought I saw a small, teasing smirk on his face. A pleading whimper escaped my lips, which only seemed to amuse him even more.

“What do you want?”, he teased me like it wasn't obvious and started thrusting harder and faster inside me, which made it difficult for me to form any words, since I was moaning under pleasure.

With my eyes closed and my head leaned back into the pillow I couldn't quite tell if it was pain or pleasure that drove me insane. He pounded inside me so heavy that my inner walls were clenching around him.

Suddenly I felt his large hand around my neck. His long fingers began to choke me, bruising my skin. An almost animalistic groan escaped his throat as he increased his pace again and I thought he was going to tear me apart like a hungry animal.

At first I was aroused by his hand that was wrapped around my neck. But the arousal soon gave way to fear when I couldn't breathe anymore.

Both my hands came up to his lower arm to try to take the pressure off my throat. When I realized that this didn't help, panic spread through me. He squeezed the breath right out of me. My eyes widened and I felt tears welling up in my eyes, running down the sides of my temples.

Then I hit his chest and upper arm with the palm of my hand to make him understand that I couldn't breathe anymore. When he finally loosened his iron fist around my neck, I gasped for air that was burning in my lungs. He stopped completely and watched me catch my breath.

I blinked up at him. His predatory eyes were trained on me. His hair was slightly disheveled and a few drops of sweat beaded from his forehead.

“You fucking..”, I reached out to give him a hard slap across the face, but he caught my wrist with almost perfected ease.

He pushed both of my wrists over my head, which I acknowledged with a whimper. His whole body pressing down on mine now, his face a few inches away from mine. I braced myself to get punished for attempting to slap him, but instead his lips were brushing against mine. I wanted to deny him the kiss, I wanted to be mad at him, but instead my lips were opening to him like a flower to the sun.

His tongue slipped inside my mouth, kissing me deeply, almost as if he wished to devour me. I could still taste myself upon his lips. Suddenly all the pain was worth the outcome of this perfect kiss.

His hips rolled against mine and I shivered, whimpering inside the kiss. By now my cunt felt so sensitive and sore that I didn't know how much more I could take. The kiss lasted another moment, before he broke it.

He started moving again, thrusting slowly.

“No.. I can't..”, I wasn’t sure if I could take any more.

“Oh, yes, you can.”, he said imperiously with a long and hard thrust. “I’m not finished with you yet, girlie. And you don't want to disappoint me, do you?” His words were like a dark promise that this was only a mere foretaste and that he could get much crueler when he was to be denied what he longed for.

I wondered if this man's hunger could ever be satisfied.

“You ain't gonna tell me that this little cunny already had enough of my thick dirty cock.” His vulgar mouth made me shiver once again. I wanted to give him all of me. I wanted to completely commit myself to this devilish man.

I loved the slow rhythm with which he now moved inside me. I pressed my hip against him, moved with him. “Good girl.”, he groaned next to my ear and thrusted hard into me again. I scream in pleasure.

Wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin for support. It drew a hiss from him and I’m almost a bit proud since he had bruised my throat so brutally before. But in exchange his pace became faster and more relentless.

“Fuck..”, I moaned. My lips formed his name as he pushed me over the edge again, moans turned into screams, as he continued to fuck me in a brutal pace, chasing his own release.

He was grunting, his hands bruising my wrists, as he still held them above my head. Then an animalistic groan rose in his throat, as he finally reached his climax and spouted his load into me.

After a few more lazy thrusts he collapsed on me. As I felt his weight on me and his hot breath on my neck, I ran my hand through his sweat-drenched hair, breathing heavily under him. His hands let go of my wrists and I felt his fingers gently tagging up in my hair, before he looked me in the face.

As he placed a soft kiss on my lips, I was a bit surprised, even shocked, how gentle his treatments now were unlike just a few moments before, when he was fucking me like a goddamn force of nature.

I was just about to melt into the kiss, when he withdrew. “I’m still not finished with you, girlie. So don't even think about walking away from me.”

Did he not know that I'm already completely devoted to him?

#jedediah shine #jedediah shine x reader #smut #pwp #plot? what plot?#i want this man to do gross #disrespectful #unspeakable #borderline illegal things to me #ripper street #joseph mawle #smut fic

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Disrespectful

Chapter one

London’s heels clacked as she walked down the hall, her eyes focused on the paper in front of her. Anyone who saw her and was in her way made way for her to pass through.

It wasn’t easy taking over her father’s company, especially when it was a male dominated career to begin with. But it never stopped her from putting her foot down and letting everyone know that she had what it took, regardless if she was a women or not.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt” her assistant, Mariah, stated as she walked beside London. “Your husband’s on line 1.”

London let out a sigh, she wasn’t really in the mood to deal with her husband’s complaining about her always working and taking business trips. She just wanted to finish this day so she can go home and pack for her weekend getaway.

“Okay. Come get me in fifteen minutes to come get me for my 2 O clock meeting.”

Mariah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She swore her boss’ schedule was clear for the rest of the day.

“We don’t have a meeting at-“ Her words were cut short with the daring glare from London. “It must’ve slipped my mind, won’t happen again Mrs. Murphey.”

“It’s London.” She corrected quickly before walking into her office to pick up the awaiting call.

“Hello love.” The excitement in her voice was very fake, but she figured she’d faked it enough times that it sounded like her regular happy tone.

A deep chuckle was heard through the phone that caused her to really smile.

“I haven’t heard from you all day and all I get is a fake ‘hello love’?”

“I’m sorry baby, your calls are supposed to go straight through to my office or Jada’s. I miss you.” She sighed, this time longingly.

“I miss you too and this weekend it’s just going to be us. We’ll go wherever you want to go, get away from all the white noise and I can take care of you.”

“I hear Singapore is nice this time of year.”

Another chuckle ran through him again, it was no secret that London’s next desired vacation spot was Singapore, she’s been talking her ear off about it since her sister came back from her own trip a couple months back.

“I already booked the room for our hotel, I texted Paul to get the jet prepared for everything. When you finish work, pack your bags and come see me at work. We’ll go straight after.”

And that was all she really needed to hear.

London laid her head back onto his shoulders as she caressed Roman’s arm. They both were relaxing in the tub after fucking their brains out all over the hotel room. Her eyes were laser focused on the ring around his finger, the gold jewelry looked good against his skin.

Her eyes slit over to the ring that was placed on her own hand. The ring always shined in the hotel lights the brightest.

She moved her hands to interlock their fingers, his gold ring settling right to her silver one.

She smiled at the memory of how their day started. After the jet had landed, Roman was quick to hurry and get them to the hotel so that he could really take care of her the way he desired to.

“My wife and I are celebrating our one year anniversary.” Roman had told the receptionist when she asked if their stay would be for business or pleasure.

“Whatchu thinkin about?” Roman had asked to break the silence that had filled the bathroom.

A lazy smile spread across London’s face. “You…. Us.”

Roman let out a small hum of acknowledgment, his hands rubbing her legs. “What about us?”

“How we’re perfect for each other.” London had replied. Roman pressed a kiss to her temple, trailing it down her face from her cheek till he reached her neck.

London moved her head to allow him more access to her neck as she let out a sigh. This reminds her of their activities from not even 20 minutes ago.

“Fuck Roman I’m bout to cum” she had announced as he continued to poke at her spot.

Roman’s forehead stayed placed on London’s as he watched as he took her there. Hair sticking to her brown skin, sweat making her body shine under the hotel lights - she was beautiful like this and it was because of him.

“C’mon baby, cum on daddy’s dick. It’s yours right?”

“Yessss”

“So cum. Let ‘em know how I’m making my wife feel.” Roman rasped in her ear and London came with a cry.

Their hands interlocked above her head as their mix matched rings were placed next to each others. It didn’t matter though, it never mattered because even though their rings were tied to their own marriage…. It didn’t stop them from claiming each other as husband and wife.

“I love being here. With you in my arms, traveling the world with you, I love you.” Roman claimed, raising his arms to wrap it around her body.

“I love you more. And one day, once the smoke in the mirror’s clear up; one day I wanna wear your ring instead.”

These moments were the moments London kept close to her heart. Was it wrong to love another man other than her ‘husband’? Maybe. But in her mind, those marriage documents meant nothing, Roman was her husband as much as she was his wife.

She never tried to hide him either. If they were out in public and anyone seen, they never cared. Roman was who her heart called out for, and there wasn’t a person in the world who could take that away from her.

Not James, her documented husband and surely not Tiara, his documented wife.

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London had met Roman five years ago, at a mutual friend’s wedding. At first, her first instinct was to cuss out the person who bumped into her, making her spill the expensive champagne on her equally expensive dress.

London took pride in dressing to impress, and for someone to just bump into her as if they were being careless around her didn’t sit right with her. The curses she was going to fly in the mysterious persons way died on her tongue when she made eye contact with who the person was.

Roman Fuckin Reigns.

To say he was fine was an understatement. Dressed in an all-black fine wool Dior suit, Santos de Cartier watch on one wrist, gold wedding band on his finger. He screamed big dick energy and that stopped her angry turmoil right in it’s tracks.

It had taken her a moment to compose herself; still finding herself tongue tied as he got napkins and helped usher her to the bathroom to clean up.

Imagine her surprise when she seen he waited for her to get herself together.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t see you. Lemme pay for the dry cleaning bill for you.” He had offered and London raised an eyebrow at his offer.

Before she could reply, she heard someone call his name and a gorgeous woman approached.

She was a baddie. Form fitting dress, buss down jet black middle part lace front, and plush lips. She looked London up and down like she was a fly getting too close to the food at a barbeque.

“Babe, I was looking for you everywhere.” The women stated, her hands moving to clutch onto Roman’s upper arm.

“I’m sorry baby, I had accidentally bumped into…” He trailed off looking back at London as he realized he never got her name.

“London. London Murphey.”

He gave her a curt head nod. “Right, well London, I’m-“

“Roman Reigns, and I’m his wife; Tiara Reigns.” His wife had cut in to introduce herself and London bit back her laugh.

“I accidentally bumped into her and she spilled Champagne on her dress.” Roman finished explaining and London nodded her head, agreeing with him.

“Your husband was just offering to take care of the dry cleaning bill. And since this is a custom from Dolce and Gabbana, I’ll be taking you up on your offer.”

London had pulled her business card out of her clutch purse and told him to call during her official business hours so they could set something up.

London flashed Tiara a friendly smile, seeing as the women obviously didn’t like her talking to her husband. She lifted her left hand to show off her own, silver wedding ring. “Now, I’ll be off to find my husband.” She stated before bidding them goodbye and strolling right past them.

The orange of her dress looked really good against her skin complexion. The melanin really popped with the dress and Roman couldn’t help but stare. Not that anyone could blame him, London is a beautiful woman.

London on the other hand, even after finding her husband, couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering to the corner where Roman kept himself. Damn he’s fine. She thought to herself every single time she looked. A couple times their eyes would catch each other’s and a teasing smile would be formed on both their faces. It was obvious they found each other attractive.

Now usually her panties didn’t get wet for a married man, especially seeing as she is married herself. But when Roman had called two days later to settle the bill for dry cleaning, she couldn’t stop herself from engaging with him; especially when it seemed like he was flirting with her.

He paid for the dry cleaning and even went out of his way to buy her another dress, for her troubles.

“You know you didn’t have to go through all that trouble of buying me another dress.” London stated kindly with a smile.

Roman smirked, “Oh, it wasn’t any trouble at all. A beautiful women like you deserves to be in a beautiful dress like that.”

London had bit her lip, walking around her desk to stand in front of him.

“It’s just such a shame you’ll never see it on me… ya know… since it’s such a beautiful dress.”

“Who says I’ll never see it on you?”

“I do. Unfortunately for you, this’ll be the last time you look this beautiful woman in her face.”

Roman let out a hum, as if he understood. But he didn’t move, he kept his eyes on the women in front of him. She displayed her confidence very well, but her eyes couldn’t hide the fact that she found him attractive as well.

“Let’s go to dinner. Not only did I ruin your dress but I spilled the rest of your champagne. Let’s go to dinner and that’ll be the last time you see me.” Roman stated with a small smile, he didn’t know what it was about her that made him wanna see her, but he knew he wanted to see her again. And as beautiful as she is, he wouldn’t cross that line with her…. He’s married after all.

“Dinner? Roman I’d hate to be the one to remind you that I’m married.” London reminds.

“I’m not asking you to go to dinner as a date Mrs. Murphey, I’m asking to be friendly. We can have a friendly dinner can we not?” He asked, an eyebrow raised at her almost challengingly.

Well, if anything it beats not having any plans for the weekend. And who was she to turn down free food.

“Alright Reigns. Friendly dinner.” She confirmed, nodding her head at him.

“Perfect. I’m free on Thursday, at 8. I’ll have my driver come get you.”

“Okay. Thursday at 8. Don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” He promises and the room goes still as they stare at each other again.

It wasn’t until Jada comes in to tell London that she has 10 minutes before her next meeting, that they finally broke eye contact.

And it was no surprise on anyone when London actually wore the dress to the dinner; he did buy it for that purpose of course. Roman knew the dress would look divine on her and with the way his eyes trailed over her body as she walked to the table, he knew he made the right choice.

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Albeit their strong attraction to each other Roman and London didn’t cross that line with each other. London had found out that Roman had been married for eight almost nine years, but had been with Tiara for 11 years.

Roman also had the pleasure of finding out that London had been married for six years but has been with James for 12 years.

And they respected that. London respected Roman’s marriage. In fact, she thought the two looked very good together, and even though she’s been friends with him for a year and a half now, she couldn’t seem to shake the desire to have him.

Especially like nights like tonight.

Tiara was throwing a huge birthday bash at their vacation home and to her surprise Tiara had invited her to come. Tiara had claimed she wanted to meet the lucky man in her life since she’s never seen him.

Which meant James would be attending with her to the event. Not one of her favorite pass-times.

You’ve used the excuse of not having anything to wear for every other event I’ve invited you to. Now you don’t have an excuse, see you tonight XX ROMAN

London bit her lip as the notecard, and it was things like this that made it hard for her to keep things strictly platonic with him. It’s why she almost never went to anything he invited her too, she feels like once she’s consumed enough champagne, she’d jump his bones.

She pulled the dress out of the bag that it came in and she laughed. It almost resembled the dress that she had on when they first met. No wonder he bought it.

“Babe are you ready? The driver’s gonna get here in 30 minutes.” James voice called out from the living room and a sigh left her mouth.

James was a good man, he was one of the top selling real estate agent in Florida and helped his brother run his family business. He was a good provider, made sure she would want for nothing, not that she needed him for that anyways, her money was long too. In her father’s eyes, James was the perfect match. Together they were an over educated black couple from proper families on the road to the American dream of corporate America.

He just didn’t give her the excitement Roman did. Didn’t really engage with her like Roman did, and that made it hard because she didn’t want to step out of her marriage. But the more she spent time with Roman the more found herself almost not caring.

She contemplated on wearing a different dress just to throw him in a loop, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do it. He bought the dress for her to wear tonight… so that’s exactly what she’d do.

After she fixed herself up, getting dressed and placing her heels on; She stood in front of her vanity mirror to fix her hair, making sure her faux locs were swooped in the right place and James walked in, face scrunched in confusion when he seen her dress.

“I thought you were gonna wear the black dress I picked out for you?”

“Something got on it. I didn’t want to take too much time getting ready so I just threw this on.”

James nodded his head, before tilting his head toward the door. “Drivers downstairs. I don’t want us to be late.”

“Okay, grab my purse and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

She watched as he left the room through the mirror and quickly moved to her closet, there was just one last thing she needed to do before they left.

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When they pulled up to the house, London couldn’t help but nod her head in approval. The house was damn near a castle, and she believed that a guy like Roman definitely would live like a king.

She held onto James hands as she walked into the house. There wasn’t that much going on, the music was playing but it wasn’t playing loud enough that she couldn’t hear the chatter of people talking to each other.

Her eyes roamed the place to take in the scene in front of her. She hoped to catch sights of Sienna, their only mutual friend, hopefully she would take her mind away from the married man who plagued her mind ever since they met.

“So tell me how you know these people again?” James asked, he doesn’t remember a Tiara being fully aquatinted with his wife.

“You don’t remember Sienna’s wedding where her idiot of a husband ruined my dress?”

The memory almost immediately click when he remembers London fighting her way through the crowd with an irritated look on her face. He remember wanting to find the gentleman to make him apologize for ruining his wife’s dress but London told him he already had apologized before she left the couple alone to find him before they managed to piss her off even more.

His eyebrows raised with a surprised look on his face. “You’re still cool with her after that?”

London let out a soft laugh. His shock was not misplaced, but if only he knew the real reason why she kept herself acquainted with Tiara. “She’s not so bad; plus she wants to meet you, meet the lucky man in my life.”

That made James smile, he leaned forward to press his lips against hers in a quick kiss. London and her husband locked eyes, and she could see the soft smile on his face. She knows its because of the knowledge that she’s been flaunting him around, but in truth her marriage was her only shield to be around Roman when Tiara was around.

The silver ring on her left finger reminding the other married women that she really had nothing to worry about. Gave Tiara a sense of security that London wouldn’t put the moves on her man.

And she’s been respectful of her marriage and their marriage. No matter how nervous Roman seemed to make her, butterflies in the stomach and brings a low simmer of lust in her loins.

She’s done her very best to keep him at arms length when she felt herself getting tempted.

“Well if she wants to meet me, that means you’ve been telling them what a great husband I am?”

London nods her head at him as if to agree but that wasn’t necessarily the case. And in all honesty, James really wasn’t a bad husband. She didn’t know what it was but something about Roman was gaining her attention.

“London." She heard a familiar voice call her and she turned her head to catch Sienna walking towards her direction.

A sense of relief washed over as she seen her friend with her husband. Thank God, I won’t have to spend the entire time here alone. She thought to herself. She flashed a smile at the couple when they walked up, London stepping forward to press her check against her cheek, kissing the air as a greeting.

"Hey girl, I was hoping I would catch you here." London stated with a smile.

"Me too, I have so much to catch you up on. Babe." She turned towards Khalid, her husband, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You mind keeping James company? I’m gonna take London to the bar."

Before he could even agree, Sienna’s hand held onto London’s as she dragged her to the bar so that they could have the conversation Sienna obviously couldn’t wait to have.

"Girl, what’s so important that you have to tell me?"

"I wasn’t invited to come here." Sienna started, which caused London to raise her eyebrow at her in confusion. "Tiara didn’t invite me because I had already told her I was supposed to be out of town. Which isn’t really the truth, but that’s neither here nor there. But imagine my surprise when Roman calls me begging me to come because he didn’t think you would show if I didn’t."

"I didn’t even know you were coming. And Roman didn’t even know I was coming because I got a personal invite from Tiara."

"The real question is why does he care that you show face at his wife’s birthday bash?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

It was a good question to ask, especially since the two have have not crossed those boundaries with each other but it was obvious that they wanted to. London did her best to prevent any opportunities where she would let temptation take over.

Roman would try to invite her in almost all the events he was going to make an appearance at or that he was throwing; and she would always come up with an excuse as to why she couldn’t make it. She couldn’t blame him for the way he’s been acting though, because even though she keeps her distance with events; she found herself not caring when it came to communications.

Any time he called, she answered. It didn’t matter what time it was, if he texted her or called her, she would answer. She gave him all her time, and give him advice when he needed it. And maybe that’s why he cared if she showed up or not.

“Do you want me to answer truthfully?” London asks which causes Sienna’s eyes to widen.

“London please don’t tell me you’re sleeping with him!” She hissed out and London smacked her in the arm.

“I’m not! Jeez, Sienna have some faith in me. We are both married.”

“And yet, here we are at his wife’s birthday bash and he’s practically begging to see you.”

London rolled her eyes, that aspect wasn’t something she could control; but she knew that if there was someone she could trust with valuable information, it’s Sienna. "I’m wearing the dress he bought for me to be here. Ever since I met him Si, it’s almost like I can’t get him out of my mind. And I’ve been avoiding coming to anything he invites me to because for some reason whenever it’s just me and him… I forget that we’re married to other people."

Sienna’s eyes widen at the confession. She always thought that Tiara and Roman were happily married…. She knew that London and James were okay, but obviously there was something she was missing.

"Is there anything I can get you two?" The bartender asked once he finally showed up.

"Two Malibu sunsets for the both is us." Sienna replied to the man before turning toward London. "So… you’re trying to sleep with-"

"No! I am not." London hissed at her, smacking her arm again to shut her up.

Sienna lets a small laugh. This was definitely worth coming out the house for. "Okay, so you’re not but you want to."

London let out a defeated sigh, because she really did want to. But she also wanted to respect his marriage and hers as well. "God; Sienna, if I could just forget about the real world for just 10 minutes. And who knows…. Maybe this is just an infatuation. Once I do it, it’ll be like I got him out of my system."

"Two Malibu sunsets for the beautiful ladies."

London reached in her purse to pay but - "It’s already paid for." The man informed her. That caused her to raise her head and look around the bar area to look for him. She just knew it had to have been him. But when she couldn’t find him, she lowered her head to search through her purse anyways. She grabbed two singular hundred dollar bills and handed it to him. "As a tip." She stated and she watched the younger male smile at her with appreciation.

"Thank you; I really appreciate it." He thanked before walking to the other side of the bar with a little pep in his step.

"Sounds like to me you want a little more than just getting him out of your system." Sienna suggested but before London could respond to her friend, she felt the gift Roman left for her go off.

The panties she decided to put on last minute started to vibrate.

"Good afternoon ladies." She heard from behind her. The amused smile on Sienna’s face would not disappear.

"Roman." Sienna greeted. And London turned around to face him.

"Roman." She greeted and Roman stared at her… he wondered if she had it on. He wouldn’t be able to tell cause he had it set on the lowest setting but he was going to found out in a millisecond.

With his hands stuffed in his pocket, he discreetly pressed on the button to the remote to increase the vibrations and the way London leaned forward to grip onto the counter gave him the answer he was looking for.

"You ladies enjoying yourselves?" He questioned, a small smirk on his face.

"Well…. Some of us more than others obviously." Sienna replied, before stepping closer to the two. "I’m going to disappear for 20 minutes. Hopefully you guys can get everything ‘out of your systems’ then huh? And just incase you lose track of time, I’m gonna call you London. Come find me immediately after Kay?"

And was it wrong for her friend to encourage her to sneak off with a married man at his wife’s party? Yes, but who was Sienna to judge. Plus…. This definitely made for great conversation when London would come back. So with a small wink, Sienna grabbed her drink and whisked away from the two.

20 minutes.

"Roman." London breathed out because the panties were still vibrating against her clit.

"You look gorgeous in my dress." He whispered in her ear and a soft moan came from her lips as a response.

He scanned the area to see if anyone important was around. None of Tiara’s close friends that he could recognize were around, so he grabbed London’s hand to pull her away from any lurking gazes. Plus, he was granted only 20 minutes to disappear with her. He wasn’t going to waste any time.

When The door closed to one of the guest rooms, he made sure to lock it and push her against it. "Imagine my husband’s surprise when I decided to wear this instead of the the dress he picked out." London breathes out, her hands clutching at his shoulders.

"How surprised would he be when I send you back with soaking panties that I caused? Would he get a big head and think it’s for him? Would you lie to him and tell him that you’re wet for him when you’re really wet for me?" Roman questions, his hands trailing over her body.

London never got the chance to reply because Roman had closed the distance between the two and pressed his lips against hers in a feverish kiss. He’s been wanting to do this for some time now, and with his little window of opportunity, he was gonna make sure he got what he was looking to achieve.

Their lip’s moved against each other’s frantically, tongue swirling around the others and Roman’s body was pressed against hers, the hidden bullet that was vibrating against her clit had an applied pressure on it now and it caused her to moan against his lips.

"I want you to cum for me before I send you back to your husband. You think you can do that for me gorgeous?" He asked huskily in her ear, causing goosebumps to rise against her skin. She felt her nipples harden against his chest and her fingers were clawing at his sleeves.

"Roman" she moaned out and he was tempted to suck on her neck. Return her back with his mark littered over her neck.

"C’mon, want you cum untouched." He whispered to her, grinding his hips into hers.

The moans were freely falling from her lips, her head thrown back against the door and Roman felt his temptation take over. He leaned forward to press his to her neck.

All the sensations took over body. He heard London take a small intake of breath. Roman kept his hands on her waist and continued to move her hips with a rhythm against his. The feeling sending a euphoric feeling throughout London’s body which causes her to buck her hips against his to chase the feeling. The buzzing of the vibrator along with their bodies grinding against each other’s gave a delicious feeling that she never knew she would experience.

"Fuck Roman." She breathed out. "Don’t stop." She begged. Everything seemed to fade around them, the room being filled with London’s moans and Roman’s quiet groans. The bullet presses even closer to her clit, which causes a shaky breath escape from her. She felt herself clench around nothing and in that moment, she really wished she had more than 20 minutes.

"Gettin close for me? It’s okay, let it go." He cooed softly. The churning in her stomach was taking over her, the stimulations taking over her body and she couldn’t believe she was going to cum untouched for this man.

Roman grabbed both of legs in a swift motion to wrap it around his waist to bring himself even closer to her. The fast motion made London moan aloud; the change of position allowed her to be able to truly feel how hard he is….. how big he is.

The way she was moaning in his ear was tempting him to push her panties to the side and fill her up with everything he could give her.

"M’gonna cum." She slurred out and it was the only warning she gave before a small cry left her lips. The vibrations of the bullet taking her there. She tensed against his body, her nails creasing his suit as she held onto him as she fell apart right before him.

Roman leaned forward to capture her lips in another kiss, and it was one she found herself getting lost in before her phone rang, vibrating in her purse that ended up on the floor somehow.

"Turn it off." London whispered to him, referring to the still buzzing toy that was overstimulating her. And he was tempted to make her cum twice but they didn’t have the luxury of time.

He didn’t peel himself away from her though, just slipped his hand in his pocket to turn off the toy.

"I’ll give Sienna whatever she wants if she adds ten more minutes to our time."

"What I really want to do to you is gonna take more than ten minutes. Plus, I have to go. James will probably be-" Roman kissed her again. He didn’t care to hear about him, not when she came so beautifully for him.

"Roman I have to go." She whispered, pushing him away from her.

And he watched her try to support herself on trembling legs, fixing her dress to try to present herself. He was almost tempted to let her walk out with her lipstick smeared but he knew better…. Knew that he had to play his cards right with London.

"Your lipstick is smeared." He quietly muttered into the room.

Watching her fix herself filled his chest with pride, how disheveled she looked by the quick session. And before he could say anything else, she quickly existed the room without looking back.

Roman stood frozen, he couldn’t believe what just transpired between them. He basically just stepped out on his marriage at his wife’s birthday bash and yet…. He couldn’t find it in him to feel guilty. The desire that burned for London was lit for over a year now, how could something he wanted be so bad when it felt good?

He took a couple breaths to calm himself down, he had a semi boner that he needed to get rid of so he thought of anything he could to help him get rid of it.

When Roman appeared again to the party, he searched for his wife; wanted to see where the lady of the hour was. In the midst of searching, he saw London with a man he could only assume was her husband if the way she was dancing with him was any indication.

The slow wining of his hips against her backside made him green with envy. Especially since he didn’t get the time that he wanted with her.

But when she lifted her head and their eyes locked as she danced with her husband, he couldn’t help it when his chest was filled with pride again. Her eyes were filled with the same burning desire that he left her with.

He left her hot and bothered and now she was looking for an outlet to release her pent up emotions. If he ever had the opportunity to be alone with London ever again; he would make sure he took care of her fully.

And thats how it started between the two.

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I teased this a long time ago so here it is! This might be a quick series, lmao idk yet but I had this part written and I’m ready to release it. Please give me your honest opinions and feedback. Please show lots of love; I’m still new to posting my stories publicly. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for part 2 if you’re not on it yet!

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