Ghetto Love Bird

You’ll be dealt with

Roman brought me to one of those Boujee hotel about 3o minutes away from the community I resided in. Thankfully, my instincts weren't screaming at me that I was a dumb b***h just yet.

The interior of his car was clean, which was expected. Men loved their cars. The leather seats felt cool under my thighs as the Ac blew throughout the vehicle.

Roman drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the stick, just how I liked it.

When we arrived, he told me to wait in the car, then proceeded to open up the door for me. I pretend not to be surprised, as if men did this for me all of the time when in truth, they didn't. As long as you were a 'prostitue' in most of their eyes, you were going to be treated like one. It didn't bother me, but seeing Roman do it had me a bit excited.

He slipped his palm under mine, and tried to walk in with me. I try to pull it away but his hands tighten around them. He glances at me from the side as the valet approaches, he tosses him the keys.

I awkwardly clear my throat as I had no choice but to walk in hand in hand with him. These type of intimacies were against my rules.

We approached the receptionist who's eyes widen when they notice him. She sizes him up, before passing her tongue against her lips and then finally noticing me.

Her eyes darken with jealousy, and it felt so good to make a hoe mad, I ended up tightening my hands around his.

He did all the talking, and kept his voice as neutral as possible as he conversed with her about the room.

"How long will you be staying?"

"Till tomorrow," he replied and that caught my attention. I raise an eyebrow and shake my head at her.

"Actually, that won't be necessary. A few hours is fine."

I watch as Roman's jaw tightens in his mouth, and I could careless. This wasn't a part of the plan and he didn't speak to me about it.

"I'm the one paying for this joint. You do what I say." He tells the lady and she shrugs, punching in the information.

Unbelievable.

I tried my best not to catch an attitude, because it was bad for business but are you kidding me?

It was always the rich ones who thought they could do whatever they wanted, but I would let him know as soon as he entered the hotel room.

Angry, I tug my hand from his successfully, folding my arms and climbing in the elevator. I could see him watching me from the reflection, but I avoided his eye.

"Really?" He asks, humor laced in his voice and I roll my eyes. "What are you even mad for?"

"What're you doing, Roman? I'm not staying here all not with you?"

"Why not? You have other 'clients' to tend to?"

"Even if I didn't, that wouldn't be your business boy,"

"Oh, I'm far from a boy," his tone drops so low that I look up to stare at him only to find the most mischievous smile I have ever seen, "and you're about to find out."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

That's literally what they all said, talked themselves out a storm when they ended up the ones who ran during s*x. Roman was starting to give off real cocky vibes and my like for him was dropping by the minute.

The elevator dings on the top floor and I hastily crawl out, just wanting the night to be over with so I could head back come and cuddle with my daughter.

He follows behind me in confident strides. He whistles and I knew exactly what he was looking at.

I stand at the door, crossing my arms again so he could open it up, and when he did, I immediately started undressing.

He places his glock on the dressing table, and walks around to the bed slowly. My eyes were locked on him, and I stood with not bras, and a lace thong panty. I could tell that he was getting aroused by the unnaturally large bulge in his sweatpants. He took off his shoes first as I sat back onto the bed, and then his hoodie.

It gave me a glimpse of his tattoos, but there were that many. He had two sleeves, one on his neck and large one on his abs. Nothing on his pecks. Nevertheless, he was ripped and he was sexy. All the pending dislike I had for him awhile ago, disappeared.

I know I looked good, I've been reminding myself all nice. My titties weren't sitting as high as they should, but that wasn't something I was ashamed of at all. I turn over, crawling on all fours on the bed towards where he stood, and pulled at the string of his pants.

He laid a firm hand on mines, and I look at him confused.

"Lay back," he demands and I raise an eyebrow.

"Roman, listen I have rul-" he grabs my throat roughly, causing me to gasp and lowers his lips to my ears.

"f**k your rules, Honey. Im not one of your regular bums, not one of your bitches. I said, to lay your ass back on the f*****g bed." I bite my lip as he releases me, wetness pooling in my panties.

I do as he says, laying on my back.

"Spread your legs."

My heart rate quickens as I slowly widen my legs, revealing myself to him.

He groans softly, lightly passing a finger over my lace covered clit.

His eyes were focused on my girl, clouding over every few seconds as he thought of everything he'd probably do to me tonight.

They return onto my face again, and his hands slide from my womanhood to my breasts. I shudder at his cold hands on my n*****s, but they felt good.

He lowered himself onto the bed, and replaced his hands with his mouth. My eyes widen as he groans onto my n*****s, his tongue increasing the sensitivity, driving me wild. His hands drifted to the other one, gently grabbing and tugging on it, while his mouth caressed.

"Roman," I whisper, not exactly knowing what I wanted him to do. I knew he should stop, five minutes was the most I allowed anyone to focus on me, but in that moment it was difficult.

His hands slid back down into my lace, and met with my warmth. He lifted his head once he felt how wet I was, and he smirked.

I thought he was going to say something stupid, something that would ruin the moment, but he didn't. He roughly ripped off my panties from my legs and let the fabric drop to the floor.

I was confused for a second when he got on the bed, and thought that maybe he was ready to start.

"Sit on my face," he growls and my eyes widen.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Did this man not see my ass? I haven't sat on anyone's face before, so I had no clue how to without possibly suffocating them.

"Roman,"

"Honey, come ride my f*****g face."

It just did something to me when he spoke to me like that. It made me even wetter, even more eager.

"I-l don't know how," I admit quietly, his eyes soften. He uses a finger in the 'come here' motion and I crawled over to him.

"Use your knees because you'll be more comfortable and you also won't be suffocating me," he directs all the while helping me get in position, I follow his lead until my coochie was in his face. It felt so weird.

"What do I do n-" I gasp loudly, taken aback as his tongue strokes my clit. I feel the need to grab the headboard, as his pressure becomes a lot more powerful. His hands were gripping my ass, keeping me from running and I squeeze my eyes shut. Soon enough, the speed just wasn't enough for me, I began moving on my own.

He moaned in approval, reaching over to play with my breasts and I cry out as I feel pressure build within.

With quick breaths, and chaotic movements, I leaned back, my grip tight on his legs. I continued to ride his face, my moans getting louder and louder.

"Mm," he hums, and I could partially see him from below, his eyes were closed. He continues to play with my n*****s, and I throw my head back. "c*m on daddy's face,".

Oh

My

Goodness.

It was just the way he said it, my soul had been snatched.

I had a mini seizure on top of him, crying out loudly as everything escaped me. My world felt fuzzy for a moment as he kept licking, and I tried hard to get away but he held me down, tightly.

"Roman!" I scream as an uncontrollable deal of pleasure runs through me, and he finally stops. I collapse next to him, feeling as if I had gone ten rounds none stop. I felt like I couldn't move.

Sleep danced in my eyes, and it was disappointing because I knew I wasn't done.

"I am so sorry," I yawn, barely able to keep my eyes open and he chuckles, pulling the comforter over me.

"All that mouth you had in the elevator, I'll deal with you in the morning."