Warnings: Bratty sub, fingering, orgasm control/ denial, Daddy/Sir kink, Praise (good girl), teasing, begging, vaginal sex, semi-public play (possibility of being heard), pet names (babygirl, my love), dirty talk.
Description: Roman and Lilah have some fun on his private jet.
Other stories featuring Roman x Lilah include: Jealous, 34+35 and There Goes My Baby.
Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are about Roman Reigns NOT Joe Anoa'i.
Face claim: Jaylon Barron
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From they moment they boarded the plane Lilah had been filled with anticipation. After a full day of being a brat Roman had instructed her to wear a short skirt and that she was not allowed to wear panties on their flight.
Luckily enough it would be just the two of them flying on his private jet to the Royal Rumble, aside from of course the flight crew who knew not to bug the tribal chief and his girl unless it was for emergency purposes.
Roman, his eyes smoldering with desire, leaned towards Lilah, whispering seductively into her ear. "How about we play a little game, babygirl?" he said. Lilah's heart raced at the thought, her body tingling with anticipation. "What kind of game, Sir?" she responded, her voice filled with excitement.
Roman's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I want you to close your eyes and let yourself be completely vulnerable to me." he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
Lilah's breath quickened as she closed her eyes, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She felt Roman's strong hands on her, his touch igniting a fire within her, never knowing where and what he'd do next but trusting him. With her eyes closed, Lilah felt Roman's hands slowly trailing over her body, his touch teasingly light. His fingers danced along the curves of her neck, down her collarbone, and traced the outline of her breasts over her shirt. Each delicate stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, causing her to arch her back in response.
"You remember your Safeword, babygirl?" Roman asked.
"Pickles" Lilah responded.
"Good Girl" Roman said.
His lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine once again. "You're doing so well, my love. I need you to be quiet for Daddy, okay? Spread your legs for me."
Lilah surrendered herself to the game nodding as she leaned back in the luxurious leather seat spreading her legs wide, His touch grew bolder, his fingers exploring every inch of her body, setting her body ablaze with desire. "Shhh.. Shhh. Such a good girl for your tribal chief." Roman said as he lifted her skirt, "Such easy access for me, babygirl, I bet you're already soaked for me, aren't you?" Roman said with
his signature cocky smirk. "Mm Yes, Daddy. Just for you, my tribal chief." Lilah said.
He then slowly, teasingly, began to trace his fingers along her inner thighs.
Lilah squirmed with pleasure, her body aching for
his touch. Roman took his time, savoring every moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, causing her to
cry out in pleasure.
"Looks like this little pussy is acknowledging me, baby." Roman teased as he fingered her roughly,
his fingers moving with a force and speed that left her breathless. Lilah, lost in the throes of passion, begged for mare, her voice hoarse with desire. Roman chuckled a bit at her plea pulling his fingers out and leaving her wanting as he licks her juices
from his fingers. "Beg for it, Lilah," he growled, his deep voice driving
her wild.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice
trembling. "I need you."
Roman's lips crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her as his own, his hands once again roaming over her body as he
explored every inch of her. She writhed beneath him, her body begging for more.
"Please, Daddy," she begged, "I need you inside me." He grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with sadistic
pleasure. "Come on now, babygirl, you can beg better than that. Beg the tribal chief."
"Please, Roman," she cries out, her body wracked with need. "I need you. Right here right now, my tribal chief. I need you to fuck me on your private jet, daddy, please."
With a triumphant laugh, Roman plunged into her, his hips pistoning as he took her roughly, pounding
her pussy.
She tried not to scream in pleasure, her body shuddering as she eventually came undone beneath him as the plane soared through the clouds, their passion reaching its peak as they enter the mile high club together.
After getting cleaned up and dressed Roman
wrapped Lilah in a warm blanket he had requested from one of the flight attendants and held her close, whispering soothing words in her ear. He reminded her of how good she had been, how obedient and submissive. He praised her for her efforts, telling her
how much she pleased him. Lilah snuggled closer to Roman, soaking up the
affection and praise. She knew that she had pleased him, that she had been a good girl for her tribal chief. And that thought filled her with a warm, fuzzy feeling. "You want a snack, babygirl? some water?" Roman asked.
Lilah, still lost in the afterglow of their session, simply shook her head. She didn't need anything. not right now. She was content, happy even, to just lay there in Roman's arms, basking in the love and affection that he so willingly gave her.
The private jet continued to soared through the sky, taking them to their next destination. But for now, they were content to just be, together, in their own little bubble of love and affection.
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Bloodline Oneshots
FanfictionSmut and fluff oneshots about the tribal chief Roman Reigns and other bloodline members. ALL OF MY OCs ARE BLACK WOMEN! (Cross posted on Tumblr, @Acknowledge-Reigns.)
