Love Affair/ Roman Reigns

I FUCKED ROMAN!

The clock struck 5 a.m., and my alarm jolted me awake. I sprang from bed, indulging in a refreshing shower, followed by a quick brush of my teeth and slipping into my clothes. By six o'clock, I was out the door, loading my belongings into the trunk of my sleek Rolls Royce. The engine purred to life as I set off towards the airport, eager for my flight to Charlotte, North Carolina. With Bluetooth connecting me to the car's stereo, the haunting melody of "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M. filled the air. As I drove, I mentally mapped out my approach to Roman, eager to uncover more about him. With each note, I found myself daydreaming about Roman, singing along to R.E.M. with a beaming smile lighting up my face.

I stepped into the airport, grabbed my bags from the car, and walked in with a spring in my step, my thoughts drifting back to Roman. Almost immediately, a boy and a girl approached me, eager to snap a photo. With a warm smile, I embraced them and posed for a picture, their excited words ringing in my ears: "I want to be just like you when I grow up." Their enthusiasm lit up my day. Just as I wrapped up the photo session, my eyes caught sight of Roman. 

Roman approached, his hair trailing down his back, clad in a comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants. The moment I laid eyes on this handsome figure, his hair dancing with each step, I felt a familiar flutter in my chest. "Hey, Mandy! What's happening? Are you ready to hop on this plane to Charlotte?" Roman asked with a grin. "Oh yes, Joe! I'm ready to go," I replied, my heart racing. He just called me by a nickname! It made me blush and smile shyly, but inside, I was bursting with happiness!

We climbed aboard the plane, and I nestled into my window seat, with Roman right next to me. He wasted no time diving into a chat, revealing that Triple H had assigned him to a mixed-gender tag team match that evening. Coincidentally, I had also been given a mixed-gender match, but I was left in suspense about who our partners would be, as Triple had kept that detail a secret. While we soared through the clouds, Roman requested some gum, and I discreetly pulled out a piece I had tucked away. He accepted it gratefully, flashing a grin as he began to chew. I mused to myself, "I just handed him gum from my chest, and he didn't seem bothered at all." I was eager to learn more about him, so I continued the conversation, asking about his hobbies, favorite colors, and other interests. He maintained eye contact, making our exchange feel even more engaging.

found myself lost in the sight of the clouds outside, their shapes reminiscent of soft marshmallows. Just then, a light tap on my left shoulder broke my reverie—it was Roman. Having forgotten his neck pillow, he inquired if he could rest his head on my shoulder. I smiled and told him it was fine. Before long, he had succumbed to slumber, his head resting gently against my warm left breast.

Once we reached our destination, I gently nudged Roman's head to rouse him from his slumber and let him know we had arrived. He let out a big yawn and stretched his arms wide as he woke up. Rising to his feet, he collected both his bags and mine. We made our way toward the bus that would take us to the arena complex. To my dismay, he chose not to sit beside me, opting instead for a spot next to Braun Strowman at the back. Meanwhile, Bayley occupied the front seat directly across from me, rolling her eyes while wearing her AirPods. Upon our arrival at the arena, we were met with a chorus of fans cheering our names and capturing our moments on camera.

oman made his way to the men's locker room while I slipped into the women's. As I pushed the door open, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the girls and I quickly changed into our gear. Just then, Stephanie McMahon walked in, her presence commanding attention. She dropped the bombshell that Roman Reigns would be my mystery tag team partner, alongside Natalya and A.J. Styles. My heart sank; I could hardly believe it. The thought of teaming up with him was something I had never dared to imagine. Anxiety washed over me as I grappled with the reality of this opportunity. I was determined not to let this chance slip through my fingers!

The moment his theme song blared through the speakers, our names were called, and we confidently walked down the entrance. I felt a rush of excitement imagining us as a WWE power couple, stepping into the arena together. Across the ring, Natalya and A.J.  Styles stood ready for battle. The match commenced with Natalya and me facing off first, while the guys lingered in the corner, eager for their chance to join the fray.

After Roman's triumphant pin, I couldn't help but express my admiration for his skills. Just before we headed to the hotel for check-in, he suggested we hang out, and I couldn't resist his charming smile. I quickly changed into my regular clothes and met him outside, where we began our walk to a nearby bar. He held my hand tightly, his excitement bubbling over as he talked about the karaoke bar we were heading to. With a sweet kiss on my forehead, he made my heart race. In that moment, I felt a wave of exhilaration wash over me, and I shamefully realized that my husband was the last thing on my mind; it was all about the connection I felt with Roman.

That evening, Roman and I indulged in a few drinks and quickly found ourselves in a tipsy haze. We shared hearty laughter as we reminisced about our childhood adventures. Later, while seated at the bar, Roman confided in me that he harbored a small crush on me, but felt trapped by his marriage and responsibilities as a father. His admission sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in my stomach. I couldn't care less about his marital status; my mind was racing with vivid fantasies of us entwined in a room adorned with rose petals, his body pressed against mine, his lips trailing down my neck as he whispered, "Does this feel good?" and "Do you enjoy the way I move inside you?" Just as I reassured him that we were merely friends and that was perfectly fine, the fantasy shattered. "Amanda, you don't understand. From the very first moment I saw you, I've wanted you. The fact that we're both married only deepens my frustration at not being able to touch you," he confessed.

I told Roman, "I have been thinking the same thing about you as well. I have wanted you for a very long time. Come with me into my room so we can give each other what we truly need." Roman sounded off in my ear, promising to fuck the living daylights out of me. After leaving the bar, we rushed to my room where we immediately started kissing and undressing each other. Roman jumped on top of me exactly as I imagined, stuck his big dick inside, and made me let out a loud moan. Roman hit all the right notes and even got me to say a few things I had never said before. Like, "Yes Daddy, right there!" "Fuckkkk! Go harder." The dirty talk we were having was so fucking sexy! Chris never moaned, talked dirty in my ear, or put me in various positions like Roman did. Roman even went down on me, fingering and licking me so hard that I cummed. I cummed far better than I was masturbating and fucking Chris. Now it was my turn to make Roman bust. I sucked his dick faster and stroked it with both hands.

I had Roman's toes curling and him moaning loudly about how sucking his dick felt good, and I was about to make him cum. The more I sucked and stroked his dick, Roman kept telling me he was about to cum, and I went faster each time. Roman eventually moaned and said out loud, "I nutted." Joe busted all in my mouth and I swallowed every bit of his cum too. It felt so good to feel his warm nut slide down my throat. That night, we both put each other's asses to sleep. I did not think about Chris for the entire day. I cheated on Chris and had Roman busted in my mouth, but I did not feel guilty. I felt proud that I had fucked Roman. I believe I am in love with Roman. I think my love for Chris has faded.