Forbidden love(a Dean Ambrose story)

Chapter two

I walked towards my hotel room, thankfully I didn't have to share with Roman tonight. He was getting on my last nerves. Walking into the room, I noticed that whoever I am sharing with has their clothes already strewn everywhere. I heard the shower running, so I laid my suitcase across the one bed, taking out a few things, careful not to lose it in the other persons stuff. As I stood there, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me, "Hello darlin'" Dean said, huskily into my ear. I could feel his erection pressing into my ass. "You're skirt should be a little shorter next time doll."
"Doesn't matter though, cuz I'm not wearing any panties."
His hands lifted my skirt quickly, his fingers rubbing my pussy. "Damn you're so fucking wet, I could take you right now."
"Then why don't you? Or is the lunatic afraid?"
He spun me to face him, his hands gripping my waist. In an instant my skirt was off along with our other clothes, discarded in the pile that was already growing on the floor. He pushed me onto the bed, sliding in between my legs, his cock positioned at my entrance, slamming his way inside of me. "You're a fucking tease you know that right? Big brother almost cold cocked me earlier when I was staring at your ass."
I pushed him backwards, turning so my ass was pressed up against him, "You can stare at my ass whenever you want."
He gripped my hips, thrusting inside, as I gripped the sheets, my moans muffled into the pillows. His hand traveled around my waist, rubbing my clit, "Cum with me darlin, cum for daddy."
I came hard and fast, his fingers still sinfully rubbing at my clit, his cock throbbing inside of me. "Darlin, cum." My vision was blurring from the sensations he was creating, as I rode out the high he was giving me. He collapsed on top of me, his thumbs running circles on my tits. "Don't worry, the titty master will take care of you now."
"You can take care of those anytime you want."
His mouth came down hard on my breasts, his teeth grazing over the nipple. His hand massaging the other. "Dean," I moaned.
His hand slid over my stomach, back down to my clit. His fingers pumping inside of me. He released my breast, and went to the other side. His tongue flicking across the nipple. My hands slid in between us, taking his cock in my hands. He threw his head back, "You may be the titty master, but I'm the cock master."
"Yeah, I remember how you fucking sucked me off last time."
I smirked, as he laid back, yelping when he grabbed my ankle, forcing me to straddle him so my pussy was directly above his face. As his tongue entered me, I started sucking his cock, my tongue flicking across the tip, until my mouth covered him completely. "Shit baby, I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours."
I started sucking harder, until I felt his load shoot into my mouth, draining him to the very last drop, as  I released into his. I slipped off of him, staring down at him, licking my lips as he sat up. His mouth was on mine in an instant, and he was back on top of me, pressing inside of me.
When we both finally collapsed from sheer exhaustion at four in the morning, he gathered me into his arms, cupping my ass in his hands. We were woken up by incessant pounding on the door. Gathering my clothes, I went into the bathroom, knowing it would end up being Roman. "Where the hell is she?" Roman asked Dean.
"She just went in to take her shower man, chill out."
"You fucked her again didn't you?" Roman asked.
"Hell no, I wouldn't do that to you."
"You better not, or I'll fucking kill you."
"Dude, it's not going to happen. She's like a little sister to me, that night was a mistake."
My heart sunk when I heard him say that to Roman, even if last night did happen.