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Just what I needed this morning 😩❤️

Roman Reigns x Amanda (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~2,600 words

a/n: As y'all know, I have a million Roman drafts and I found this first draft of "The Waiting Game" from last spring. Hope you enjoy. 🥰

Happy reading! Read more Roman and Amanda or my other Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

The full moon hung in the dark sky, the stars barely visible as the Manhattan lights created their own nighttime glow. As she strolled down East 35th Street, Amanda soaked in the feeling of being in New York City for the first time. Immersing herself in new places was just one of the many perks of her job at WWE as their SmackDown ring announcer.

Before she landed her dream job, she hadn't ventured much outside of her home state of Georgia. Now she made it a point to reserve time after work to explore the food and nightlife each city she landed in had to offer. It made spotting the iconic Empire State Building with its windows glittering like lights on a Christmas tree feel extra special to her as it stood above the horizon of towering buildings.

The evening air was cool and brisk, blowing her longish, red auburn afro off her bare shoulders and lifting her strappy, silky, pink-blue dress to reveal her thick, brown thighs to oncoming traffic. Amanda yanked her dress down and pulled her black, faux-fur coat tighter around herself to shake the chill as she continued down the street, her slingback heels clicking with her every step. Suddenly, she felt a heavy arm drape over her and bring her in close to the broad, warm body it was attached to. She glanced up at Joe as he walked alongside her, his overwhelming heat instantly calming her shivering body. The way he held her as he gazed down at her with his wolfish, chocolate-colored eyes made her almost swoon.

“Could you tell I was gettin' cold?” she asked him with a little smile.

“I figured as much since your coat doesn’t cover your legs,” he replied, giving her an admirable once-over. “I mean, you look beautiful in this dress. But I know it’s not keepin' you warm.”

“I think you’re warm enough for the both of us,” Amanda said, poking him in the ribs and making his handsome face break into a smile that matched hers.

That was another perk she treasured about her newish job. She got to rub shoulders—in this case, literally—with pro wrestlers she’d only ever seen on TV. She’d been a big fan of Joe, or Roman Reigns, and now she was being paid to announce him as the undisputed WWE Universal Champion and Tribal Chief of The Bloodline as he sauntered to the ring with his golden title belts, surrounded by his entourage consisting of his cousins, the Usos, and the legendary manager, Paul Heyman. Amanda felt like she was quickly becoming a part of Roman’s off-screen entourage as he was one of the first people to befriend her—encouraging her to call him Joe, his real name, instead of his stage name—and make her feel welcomed on the job.

Yet she could tell right away Joe was a huge flirt. He proved her right as they became fast friends with a salacious spark always simmering between them. It was the way he’d be glued to her hip at after-work parties or invite her to his locker room to kill time before work…or the way they almost kissed once.

For two months, Amanda tried to ignore that spark as she didn’t want to put her dream job in jeopardy by screwing around with WWE’s top guy. But she found herself hopelessly and agonizingly attracted to Joe, often yearning for much more than a kiss from him...

She had gotten used to working out her sexual frustrations by herself, fantasizing late at night about how deep Joe’s dick could fit if he had her on all fours. She certainly didn’t expect to find out last night in his locker room when he bent her over and wore her out to the point that she felt compelled to call him “Daddy”—a fan-given nickname of his that she despised until he had her moaning it to him over and over—and send her on her way to ring with no panties, her pussy still tender from him stretching her out.

While she was still a little delightfully sore between her thighs, she couldn’t deny that she craved him all over again. And when Joe messaged her earlier in the day and asked her out to dinner, saying he wanted to “treat” her tonight, it was obvious that he craved her, too...especially with the seductive questions he sent her about her fascination with being dominated and her favorite toys. Amanda knew then he had more in mind than just a bite to eat...

As Joe held the door to the steakhouse open for her, she already felt pampered by the restaurant’s red and gold elegance and yummy smells wafting through the air. The kind hostess led them to their table, covered with white linen and softly lit by a candle, in the center of the dining room. Amanda noted how Joe took her coat and purse, placing them on the back of her leather chair before he pulled it back for her like a gentleman. He then sat across from her and studied her in her dress with those hungry eyes that seemed to see right through it, ready to devour what was beneath.

She had the same thoughts as she gazed back at him, soaking in how gorgeous he was in his navy suit jacket and baby blue button-down that almost strained to conceal his muscles beneath them. He’d trimmed his full, salt-and-pepper beard and mustache since yesterday, and slicked back his long, dark hair into a cute, messy bun behind his head, making his tanned, angular face appear more chiseled and menacingly handsome...and making Amanda want to let his hair loose and run her fingers through it as he hid his head between her legs...

“Can I just say how good you look right now? Like...good enough to eat,” Joe spoke, his deep voice a subtle growl. It was like he could read her mind, she thought in awe as her lips pulled into a smirk.

“Don’t tempt me. We can skip dinner and go straight to dessert,” Amanda half-joked. She wanted to eat but Joe looked so good, too, she could go for his dick in her mouth rather than steak...

“Nah, we’re gonna eat. You’ll need the energy,” Joe replied coolly, flashing her a devilish smirk right back.

“Just me?” she chimed.

“Yes,” he stated matter-of-factly, his sultry eyes on hers before they fell to her shoulders and cleavage from her big breasts pushed together in her scoop neck dress. When he gradually brought his eyes back to hers, she bit her lip as he added in another low growl, "I have plans for you tonight, sweetheart.”

She raised one arched eyebrow at his words, yet when she opened her mouth to hopefully uncover what those “plans” were, their waiter arrived with menus, a tray that held two wine glasses, and a bottle of Pinot Noir chilling in a gold bucket of ice. Once he poured them each a glass, took their order, and went to check on another table, Amanda gave Joe a curious glance.

“Do those plans include you fuckin' me in the restroom?” she asked softly, testing the vibe. Amanda didn’t think he’d care about getting nasty in public after backstage. Her pussy was getting wet from the mere thought of him curving her over the restroom sink. “We’re, like, the only ones here…and I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

She deliberately ignored the two other occupied tables that were thankfully out of earshot. Yet she watched Joe's mouth and eyes widen a bit from her unabashed lust for him. But then his lips twisted into a grin as he said in a near whisper, “I see you didn’t learn your lesson last night. Well, I learned you can’t keep quiet while I’m in you, baby.”

He had a point, Amanda thought to herself. They had never touched before yesterday and yet Joe seemed to know how to make her lose herself and forget her surroundings. And that was why she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her again...no matter the risk.

“Let me prove to you that I can…” Amanda whispered back. She’d do her best to keep the patrons in the dining room blissfully unaware. She hoped the way she discreetly tugged at her dress and exposed more of her cleavage would entice him. She saw Joe take the bait, glancing at her breasts with a mischievous glint filling his eyes. He then wrapped his fingers around his wine glass and took a long sip, like he was considering it. She suddenly realized needed his fingers around her throat like that...

“I know for a fact you can’t. So, I guess you'll have to wait,” he declared, his voice playful yet firm enough to make her realize she was pressing her luck. She swallowed a healthy swig of her wine and decided to press that luck further, anyway.

“And what you gonna do if I don't want to?” she asked, catching a drop of wine from her top lip with her tongue. Her tone was half-pouting as she pursed her full, pink, glossy lips, half-challenging him to get back at him for teasing her. He let out a dark chuckle at her defiance as he put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together, staring at her with a grin like he was impressed that she dared him.

“You tryna find out?” Joe asked, his tone a little sinister.

“Hell yeah,” she replied, doing a poor job of containing the excitement in her voice.

Joe glanced at the watch on his wrist before he demanded, “Then get up and act like you're goin' to ladies' room...”

Amanda wasted no time obeying the demand she wanted to hear, hopping up from her seat and trying to look normal as she made her way to the single-occupancy restrooms. She couldn’t believe she was about to get her way when she learned last night what a stubborn, sexy jerk Joe could be.

Yet he did make her wait for what felt like five minutes before she saw the door open and him slip in, locking the door behind himself. Her patience to feel his mouth on hers had already run out and she took the initiative to reach for him. But Joe abruptly caught her forearms and spun her around, pinning her against the wall with his large hand around her throat.

“So you couldn’t wait 'til later, huh? You need me in this pussy right now?” Joe snarled in a steamy whisper before he brought his lips to hers.

“Yes, please…please fuck me,” Amanda pleaded in a whisper just as heated, her body trying to melt from grip tightening on her throat and his soft lips on hers that curled into a devious smile. She’d never been so desperate for dick that she’d beg for it, but his effect on her was consuming, breathtaking even. “Please...fuck me...Daddy,” she panted and brought her hands to his chest, his nickname on her tongue making him pant back as he kissed her harder.

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you?” Joe cooed in her ear as he dropped his hand from her throat to her breast, fondling it and tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress before his lips found their way around it. She whimpered to him in response before his hand fell lower on her body and under her dress. Amanda moaned softly again as he suckled her nipple with his fingers teasing over the wet mess that was her thong, teasing his thick, middle finger past it to fit inside her with one, long fluid thrust. He let out a satisfied sigh when it glided in with such ease, his lips smudged to her chest and then her neck with kisses before he murmured to her, “I’m still waitin' for you to tell me how you want me in this pussy, baby…”

“I want—”

“It doesn't fuckin' matter what you want,” Joe cut her off with his finger seeking her spot, his touch swirling on it as he reminded her in a hushed grunt, "I tell you what to do. Not the other way around, sweetheart. Understand?"

“Oh, my god,” Amanda almost cried instead when he rolled his thumb over her clit as he continued to swirl his finger on her g-spot. It dawned on her that his plans to treat her involved whipping her into submission as he controlled her with simply the palm of his hand.

She bit down on her bottom lip to choke back a moan as she helplessly looked up at Joe. She could see it in his eyes that he knew he had her right where he wanted her: Incapacitated and at his mercy. She could hear it in his voice when he stated gruffly, “Try that again, sweetheart..."

“Unghh...yes, Daddy.”

He watched Amanda mewl to him and nod as he pushed in another finger, his languid, elongated strokes becoming quick and pounding on her spot that was giving in to his torture and giving way to those hot, quivering tingles that spread throughout her entire body. She squeaked in a failed attempt to hold in a moan as he nurtured her sweet spots until it was futile, his kisses barely catching her gasps.

“Damn…you cummin’ for me already?” Joe breathed a dark laugh but followed it with a light moan as one of her hands slipped from his chest to the seat of his slacks that protruded with his bulge. Yet he refused to let Amanda have any control, plucking his hand that was on her hip to snatch away her grasp and pin it to the wall above her head. “Naw, don't worry 'bout that. This is what you get since you couldn't wait...this right here.”

His fingers pumping and swirling on her spot kept up with the rapid fluttering of her pussy around them, only slowing down when Amanda's gasping moans teetered into airy whines. She wanted to curse for him making it too good, making her thighs tremble around his wrist, and making her want to cry when he tugged his fingers out. He then checked his watch like his fingers weren't about to drip her wetness to the tile, smirking at her mess on them. He kissed her with a flick of his tongue that he carefully replaced with his fingers as he held her jaw with his other hand, watching her slowly suck them until her lips touched his knuckles.

"It tastes how Daddy makes you feel, don't it? Fuckin' good..." Joe uttered with one more wet kiss that Amanda nodded and moaned into before he swiftly went to wash his hands and open the restroom door. “I’m pretty sure they’re about to bring out our food, so you might wanna hurry and clean up.”

The way he left her with his conceited smile and her panties soaked made her finally suck in a long, shuddering breath before she exhaled, "Goddamn, Joe..."

She palmed the wall to steady herself as she removed her thong and wobbled over to the sink where she tossed them in the bin, pumped soap into her hands, and ran them under cold water to cool herself down. It felt like prying eyes could see the orgasmic glow still radiating from her body as she made her way back to the dining room. But Amanda knew it was only Joe who couldn't take his eyes off her, that sexy smirk on his lips as she slunk towards him. Their ribeye steaks and roasted potatoes looked scrumptious but he continued to observe only her as she fell into her seat.

“So. You gonna behave now, sweetheart?” he asked haughtily as he slid a piece of his steak into his mouth.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

"That depends." Amanda unfolded her napkin and picked up her knife to cut her steak. The sharp edge reminded her of how Joe responded to her pushing her luck...and she caught his eye as she decided to dare him once more with a lick of her lips. "Are you gonna finish what you started and let me throw it back on you? Or are you afraid you won't keep quiet this time?

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