Ghetto Love Bird

20. Protection?

The food here was always delicious. Always well cooked, and the proportions were so filling. I’ve brought Soroyah here a few times, and each time she loved it.

Roman didn’t seem to be much of a fan contrary to what he said.

“Did you lie to me when you said you liked spaghetti as well?”

Roman chuckles, sliding his tongue against his teeth, “I didn’t. I’m not as hungry as I’d like to be.”

“Did you eat before you came here?”

“Nah,” he sighs, resting his fork gently on the napkin, “a lot’s going on . . . my mind’s a bit full.”

I frown, tilting my head at him, “what’s been going on?”

Roman’s eyes lift to mine, and I could sense the hesitancy behind them.

“You don’t have to tell me . . . everything, but if you – if you need advice . . .”

He nods softly, “honestly? My supplier’s been M.I.A.”

I furrow my eyebrows, “M.I.A? You can’t receive product?”

“I haven’t heard from him in a couple of weeks, and I can’t keep waiting on bruh, the streets need their poison, plugs need their poison,” Roman rubs his forehead, “if I can’t find him, or another one soon, it’s gonna mean trouble, and not just financially.”

“s**t,” I sigh, losing my appetite as well. I twist my lisp to the side as I ponder, lowering my eyes to the table. When I look up again, Roman’s smiling at me.

“What?”

“Nun,” he chuckles sheepishly, “I just can’t get over how beautiful you are, mamas.”

“Roman,” I blush, rolling my eyes, “can we focus here?”

“It’s hard,” he outstretches his hand on the table, and I lay mine in his. We continue to stare at each other, and I shyly avert my eyes.

“You know . . . I may live in the hood, but I ain’t really know much about these streets,” I admit, “but I can ask around.”

“There’s this man that my men are saying has links to all sorts of suppliers,” I raise an eyebrow, “says his name is Fizz.”

“Fizz,” I repeat, “it . . . it sounds familiar, but it doesn’t ring a bell.”

“If you hear anything by chance, let me know, ight?”

“Of course,” he strokes the top of my hand with his palm.

“But that don’t mean I want you searching in no kinds of places, Honey. If you hear sum, that’s cool, but don’t go looking.”

I nod, and he purses his lips, “I need you to tell me that you hear me.”

“I hear you,” I mutter, and he nods in content.

He leans back in his seat, “you ready to go?”

“Sure,” I reply, although I wasn’t. I hide my disappointment as the waitress boxed up our food, and as we walk out of the restaurant.

“I hope I ain’t bore you too much,” he says as he opens up my door.

“Bore me,” I giggle, “I don’t think you could.”

“Mhm,” he hums. He starts up the vehicle, and we sit in the parking lot for a few seconds.

“I don’t think I’m ready for you to go home just yet,” he murmurs, looking at me in the darkness of the car. I hoped my smile was hidden.

“Tell me what you wanna do,” I say softly, my eyes dropping to the outline of his thick lips.

“I know a place,” he shrugs, “if you with it, them I’m with it.”

He leans forward, placing his soft lips on mine. We kiss tenderly, my lips spreading over his as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I moan softly, hardly getting enough of him. At this rate, we won’t make it to wherever we were off to.

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Roman strolled in front, his hands intertwined with mine as we walked into the building. He gripped the back of his pants and lifted it slightly. I bite my lip, scolding myself to be enticed by such a normal movement.

He brought me to Paugo Bay. It was a five-star guest house that had beautiful secluded cabanas. I haven’t been here before, but I often saw pictures of their accommodations.

He rented one of the Cabanas for the night, and I quickly texted Tera to let her know that there may be a slight change of plan. I didn’t think I was gonna be here till morning, but maybe just for a few more hours.

“C’mon, beautiful,” he says once he’d taken off his shoes and his socks were left. He takes my hand and helps me up onto the swinging heart-shaped bed.

I was nervous. I wasn’t huge, but I definitely had some weight on. I hope these ropes were strong.

The cabanas were absolutely beautiful, the photos barely didn’t them justice. It was sparkly clean and had an option to be dimly lit. The one he chose was nature-themed and opened up to a nice-sized pool.

“You good?” He asks once he helped me on, and I nodded.

“I’m praying this doesn’t collapse with me on it,” I joke and he sucks his teeth.

He lays down, and ushers for me to lay on his chest, which I did. His hand trails from my back, and onto my butt, where he rubs gently.

We lay in silence for a moment, before he hums.

“Every time I’m around you I feel like I could float away,” he says, and I smile to myself. Was Roman really about to get all sappy and heartfelt?

“I ain’t no b***h, of course,” I snort, “but . . . your presence is quickly becoming my safe space, mamas.”

“I’m glad I could provide that for you,” I murmur.

“I hope that someday I could be your safe space too.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm,” he hums confidently, “best believe I’m working on it.”

“You’re almost there,” I run my hand against his chest.

His hands trail to my chin, and he lifts my face so that he could kiss me. We join for what seems to be the 100th time tonight, our mouths hungrily devouring each other.

This time, I wasn’t going to settle for wet panties.

I reach for his belt, unbuckling it, and he chuckles into the kiss.

“Why so eager, baby?”

He rests his hands on mine as to stop me, and I whine softly.

My p***y was throbbing, the wine had gotten to my head, and all I wanted was to be wrapped around his d**k.

He flips over so that he was on top of me instead, and stares into my eyes.

“What do you want, honey?”

“You,” I whisper, and he runs his hand from my leg up to my breasts.

“Me?” he tilts his head, pulling the top of my dress down to reveal my lacy bra.

“Yes,” I lick my lips, my stomach busy with anticipation.

His chain dangled in my face, and I bite my lip as he lowered his head into my bra.

“You smell so good,” he rasps, and my heart echoes in my chest. I’m sure he could hear it.

He pulls my breast out of my bra and takes a n****e in his mouth. I inhale sharply, his warm tongue swirling against my erect flesh.

“Mmm,” he hums as he grabs the other one, At this point, I could practically feel my juices seep through my panties.

“Roman,” I groan. At this point I could skip all of the foreplay, I was aching, and needed him.

He lifts his head back to mine, a smirk on his face.

“I’m gonna give you what you want,” he says. With one hand holding him up, he uses the other to pull off his pants.

His member springs to life, and I gulp. I had almost forgotten how impressive he was.

“This is what you want, right?”

I nod quickly, slowly lifting my dress, and spreading my legs. His palm pressed against my panties.

“f**k,” he hisses, “you’re already soaking wet.”

He continues to massage my folds, and I whimper with pleasure, arching my back. I didn’t think it was possible but I just kept getting wetter, and wetter, and it didn’t help that Roman was fine as f**k.

“Please,” I run my hands over my breast, all logical thoughts gone.

He finally shifts my panties to the side, rubbing his tip against my c**t. I let out a soft moan, gliding my hands through my wig.

“You’re so f*****g wet, mamas.”

“Mmm . . .”

Finally, he lowers his d**k to my entrance and pushes in slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, and my lips parted, as he spreads my walls. The feeling of when he first enters, makes me quiver, and I can’t help but shudder as if a cold breeze had blown.

“s**t . . .” he breathes, his eyes shut closed.

My breath caught in my throat, my skin felt like it was melting into the soft, satin sheets.

Roman continues to move in and out of me slowly, stroking against my walls. Each stroke felt better than the last . . . and then he quickened the pace. His chain dangled in my face, and I bit my lip, trying my best not to alert the employees.

 I couldn’t help it, my moans let my lips faster than I could stop them.

“f**k, f**k, f**k,” he breathes, his hands wrapping around my neck, firmly choking me. He continues to plunge into me, over and over, until I could hardly moan, just struggle for breath.

“Honey,” he groans, and I could tell that he was reaching his peak.

“No,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around his back.

“No – don’t –,”

As my own bliss builds in my stomach, I grip his arms. Roman’s d**k was covered with my juices completely, and I watched as it slipped in and out.

“Don’t stop,” I warned him, and he shut his eyes tightly. I was cumming, I could feel it, but the pressure that built made it almost impossible to contain myself. I completely unraveled right there in front of him. His groans synced with my moans, and I realized as the oxytocin settled in, that my legs were wrapped around him, and we hadn’t worn a condom.

Shit.