Roman Reigns is an agent in the secret organisation The Authority and one of the world's deadliest assassins. When he crosses paths with a beautiful, mysterious woman during an assignment, he makes a life-changing decision that switches his role fro...
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Throwing her head back with a scream, Leona's fingers dug into his scalp, her thighs squeezing around his head only for him to yank them apart again. The moan that started to leave her lips disappeared when his tongue delved deeper down her sweet, warm canal, scooping her cum into his mouth.
"Oh my god, shiiiit," she moaned.
Glancing up at his writhing lover from between her thick luscious thighs, Montez's smirk was proud and haughty. "Mmm, I know you liked that, baby, let me do it again." He spread her legs wider, giving her all of his thick tongue and lips. He French-kissed her pussy, delivering licks and sucks simultaneously. She could only lay back and moan and groan, her fingers twirling her hardened nipples while he devoured her, his tongue and mouth slipping and sliding skillfully against her softened pussy lips. Thankfully the soundproof room never let anyone hear her noises whenever Montez put it on her, which was now pretty much every week for the past twelve months.
Quite frankly, younger men were the shit. Just sturdy and virile and-
"Ah, fuckkkk, Montez," her eyes rolled back as he pushed his two fingers back inside her, pumping them slowly while he lapped her juices up with a moan of his own.
"You gon' come again, baby?" he asked her, his voice gruff and deep, "Good girl, come one more time before I give you this big dick."
"Awww, yeah baby, shit, keep that tongue in me, make me come..."
Suddenly, Leona felt the hairs on the back of her slender neck rise, and it wasn't from the throes of an orgasm. She froze, her head cocked to the side as her ears strained to grasp the new sounds that had alerted her. Bolting upright, she kicked Montez off of her and grabbed her clothes, throwing them on as fast as possible. "Out," she told him.
Montez blinked, confused. "W-What?" he spluttered.
"You need to leave, Montez. Now."
"The fuck? Come on, babe, we just gettin' started," he whined, pouting when she kept her back turned to him while she searched frantically for an unknown item. "Baby you got this dick so hard, who's gonna take care of it-"
He never really saw her move; only felt the sharp blade of the knife digging underneath his chin, right on his Adam's apple. Montez's bewilderment quickly drained away, leaving behind shock and utter fear. Leona's expression was devoid of emotion...but her dark irises sent shivers down the poor man's spine. He had never seen her look like that before, and she had definitely never turned a butcher's knife on him.
"Get. The fuck. Out," she hissed.
This time, there was no protest from him. Quietly and quickly, he grabbed his clothes, got dressed, and hurried out through the back door. Leona waited to hear the door shut before allowing herself to breathe a sigh of relief. She had just saved his life. Montez was a good man and didn't deserve to get caught up in all that was about to go down.
