Ghetto Love Bird

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(This is practically just a long s*x scene so if you aren't into that type of stuff it's okay just skip to chapter five)

Roman wasn't lying when he said that he'd deal with me in the morning. I was woken up at 4 am, a little groggy and grumpy.

All of that disappeared when I saw that his thang was thanging though. I quietly wondered if all of it could fit inside of me, but I didn't let him see that I was worried.

He was completely naked next to me, his member completely awake. I breathe a silent shaky breath as he gazed at me, slowly stroking himself.

"Uh. . . I um, I forgot to wipe last night so-"

"No sweat, I did it for you, them cookie wipes, right?"

"You went through my bag?"

"Had to make sure you weren't an opp, or a setup."

I rolled my eyes. Plopping back onto the bed.

"Honey," he calls as I stared straight at the ceiling.

"What?" I answer roughly and in an instant his hand is around my throat again. My eyes were wide, a pang of pleasure hitting me quickly.

"Roman . . . " I whisper softly and he continued staring at me.

"Don't answer me like that," he growls and I nervously nod.

He stares at me for another moment before pulling me by the neck onto his lips. I shudder at the feeling of his soft lips onto mine, and his breath smelt great, I'm not so sure of mine.

I forget about all of that in an instant when he pulled my closer, his hands roughly gripping my ass. That's exactly what I liked.

Roman didn't know me, but knew exactly what drove me crazy. I kissed him back passionately, my hands roaming his chest.

He flips me over onto him quickly, so that my naked body was right onto his. I was a bit conscious because I knew that my fluids would probably end up on him, so I tried my best not to rest too much.

However, Roman aggressively pulls my legs apart, causing me to land flat on him.

"I don't care if you rub that s**t all over me, mamas. Just stay here, I need to feel you." He says as he pulls away from the kiss, with heavy breaths, I nod.

Soon, he lowered my body onto him, and at first it felt amazing, until it just felt like it was never ending. Pain courses through my body and I quickly halt, wincing.

"Take your time," he mutters, helping me hold myself up. I wait for a second to adjust, then try to fit the other half inside of me but that just wasn't working.

I decided to just work with what I had so far, and bent forward so that I could ride a lot more comfortably.

He loved it, and so did I. We grind vigorously against each other, passion leaking out of every stroke, I moaned softly in his ear, and that seemed to drive him wild.

"Get up, I'm about to cum." I groan in annoyance, practically ready to have another baby when he growled and lifted me off himself.

I watched as his c*m flowed out by the loads out of him, and he looked at little out of it, twitching just a little.

I smirked, happy to return the gesture and when he catches me, he scowls. Both eyebrows flew up into my wig's hairline as I was quickly bent of, his d*ck back inside of me.

I gasped, whimpering as he pushed half into me.

"Roman, I —,"

"I don't want to hear you, Honey. Just arch your back, and take this d*ck,"

I shut my eyes tightly, gripping the sheets to brace myself for whatever was about to happen, I slowly arched, but I only went right back up as he pushed more and more inside of me. I felt my legs shake, feeling as if they were about to buckle. He started off slowly, thankfully, allowing her to adjust. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I felt dizzy trying my best not to scream down the entire hotel.

"Roman," I called again, not sure what I was about to say but he didn't reply. He started picking up speed, and my mouth formed an 'o' as he took himself out of me completely, then jammed himself back in. I felt my knees buckle but he just pulled me right back up. Everything was overwhelming, the sensations, the pleasure, the roughness.

"Throw that ass back," he growled, and I do as he says. I couldn't go as fast as I normally would because let me tell you . . . I felt him touch my heart with every stroke.

He grunted from behind, thrusting himself along with my movements and my eyes roll back into my head as he reaches over and caresses my p*ssy.

"Don't stop now," he teases, and I whine, "keep going,"

I continue to move my ass against him, feeling wetness drip from my girl.

His other hand harshly slapped my ass, and I Yelp, he does it again, and again, causing weird sounds to leave my mouth. I felt like I had no control over my body. Moans were escaping my mouth faster and louder than I could stop them.

Pressure built in my stomach again, and I cried out his name.

"Yeah mamas, c*m on daddy's d*ck," I couldn't keep up anymore, stopping the movements all together but that didn't stop him. He moved at a steady, brisk pace, his hands still caressing my p*ssy.

I grab my breast myself, feeling as if I couldn't do anything else. A few moments later, I was cumming all over his shaft. I cried out in pleasure, going flat onto my stomach he thrusted once, twice, then pulled out.

I tried to regain my sense, but it felt as if I was going deaf in one ear. What was this man doing to me?

He flips me over onto my back to expose myself to him. It was a funny sight, watching him pull wipes from the packaging. He gently began wiping me down and once again, this was weird. A man has never, ever done this before, not even Clay.

With that being said, I don't c*m very much from s*x I've had before.

He dispose of the wipe, and climbs back on top of me.

"I'm going to make love to you," he announces and I quickly shut my legs.

"I don't do that." I tell him, and it was true. ''Making love' was something that was supposed to be intimate, something that was shared between two people who were in love or actually had something going on.

"I won't do it for long then," he negotiates, and I ponder on it. Partially because he felt really good inside me, and the sun was coming up so I'd have to leave soon. In the end, I gave up, spreading my legs again.

He wastes no time, gently lowering himself into me and I just couldn't seem to get accustomed. I draw a quick breath and he pauses for a moment.

Does he ever deflate? Did he take Viagra or something?

I noticed that whenever he came, it went soft for roughly 10 seconds and then he was right back up again, how?

I grind my hips against his, already loving the feel of him, but he stops me.

I look at him confused, and he shakes his head. He lays between my legs, his head in the crook of my neck.

Right now, I was beyond lost.

It was only until he began to move himself inside me, that I felt exactly what was going on. He just felt so good.

I let out a soft moan, his body grinding against mine. Not caring for his waves, I grab his head, recommencing grinding against him and this time he allows it. The s*x was quiet, but it was amazing. He lifted his head, staring at me from below him, and I shyly looked back. Soft moans kept escaping my lips, and the look on his face didn't help. He looked absolutely mesmerized.

He lowered his lips onto mine, and we slowly kiss, rocking the night away.

This man went against my every rule, and due to the amount of pleasure and satisfaction I felt, I really didn't have an issue.

Tomorrow I would wake up, I would catch a ride and I would disappear before he had the chance to notice, and I would never see him again.

Too much was shared tonight, too many emotions, too many connections, this was dangerous.

Too dangerous.