Page 10 of I Don't Want You Back

Chapter 3

Malia bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, as the sweat from Roman’s body dripped and mixed with her own. Her feet touched the headboard, as Roman pounded into her swollen middle. The pleasure was mixed with pain, but it wasn’t anything that she wasn’t used to. Sex with Roman was always animalistic and sometimes lasted for hours. He had the stamina of three men and Malia quickly learned to adjust. Landon made love to her, but it was straight fucking with Roman. Still, she would never trade her exciting life with him for the mediocre one that she had with Landon. Admittedly, she still loved her ex-husband, but she wanted more.

Landon was all work and no play, which was how he’d acquired a few million dollars in his bank accounts. He was a pro at investing and it didn’t take long for his investments to pay off. Malia wanted to live life in the fast lane, and Landon was moving too slow for her. He promised her so many things, but Malia had met Roman and left him before he could make good on any of them. Even though she was entitled to half of everything that Landon had, she didn’t feel right taking anything. He was taking care of their sons, so that was the least that she could do. Besides, Roman took very good care of her, so she didn’t need it anyway.

“Oh shit! Roman, wait!” Malia yelled as she tried to push him away.

“The fuck you mean wait?” Roman questioned as he looked down at her and frowned.

“Stop trying to man handle me all the time. I already don’t like that anal shit. The least you can do is use the oil before you try to do it,” Malia argued.

Malia had only tried anal sex once before with Landon and she swore that she was never going to do it again. Her ass felt like it was on fire for days after and she hated that feeling. Landon didn’t care one way or the other, but Roman didn’t give her a choice. A few weeks after she moved in with him, he was oiling her ass down and forcing his way inside. Malia told him that she didn’t like it, but he told her that she would get used to it. A year later and that proved to be a lie.

“Fuck!” Roman hissed as he slowly guided himself into Malia’s asshole.

He was never a big fan of anal sex until one of his side bitches turned him on to it a while ago. She was a straight freak and, now, he was addicted. He felt Malia tense up when he started moving inside of her, but she would be okay. She was boring as fuck in the bedroom, so that was the least she could do. Roman was ready to go buck wild, but she kept putting her hand up to make him slow down. The shit was getting frustrating, so he pulled out and slipped back into her kitty. She had him fucked up if she thought he was about to be on some love making shit. Roman flipped her over on her stomach and went straight savage in the pussy.

“Oh shit! Fuck! Roman, baby wait. Slow down,” Malia begged, as he pulled her hair and fucked her like a dog. The position had the right name because Roman was dogging her.

“Stop bitching and throw that ass back!” Roman barked as slapped her ass and continued to stroke her.

Malia was starting to piss him off with all that complaining and that was exactly why he was doing him. Things started out fine with them in the beginning and Roman loved her innocence. He was used to dealing with hood rats, so Malia was a breath of fresh air. Malia had a cute baby face with a nice, slender body to match. She was slimmer than he liked, but she was still sexy with it. Malia was a little old fashioned in the beginning, but he turned her out in no time at all. She ditched the jeans and sweats for sexy dresses and heels. The boring ponytails were replaced with weave down to her ass, along with a collection of expensive makeup. She had to step her game up to be with him and she caught on fast. She saw the kind of women that he liked, and she quickly became one of them. Roman was never into the relationship thing, but Malia made him change his mind about that for the second time in his life. He didn’t care that she was married. He wanted her, and he got her. Now, after more than a year of being with her, he realized that he didn’t want her anymore.

For as long as he could remember, it had only been Roman and his brother, Chad. He didn’t have much of a family and he never did. The ones that he did have, he hadn’t seen in a while. He never had much of a mother when he was growing up, so his relationships with women were never the best. Having kids were out of the question because of the fast-paced lifestyle that he and his brother lived. It wasn’t fair for him to bring kids into the world knowing that his only outcome in life was probably jail or the grave. He was realistic if nothing else.

“Ooh shit,” Malia moaned as she came for the third time in a row.

Roman was still going strong, but she could tell by his short, labored breathing that he was almost done. He was grunting like a wild animal as he slammed into her slender frame. He let out a loud roar right before he pulled out of her and released all over her back and ass. Malia hated when he did that, but he didn’t see the problem.

“Damn, I needed that shit,” Roman panted as he collapsed in the bed right next to her.

Malia snuggled up behind him and wrapped her arm around his waist, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. Roman let her stay like that for a while, but it didn’t last long. He pushed her away and sat up on the side of the bed.

“Can we just lay here and cuddle for a while? Why do you always have to rush to get up right after we have sex?” Malia nagged.

“I keep telling you that I’m not the cuddling type. You need to get a teddy bear to sleep with for all that,” Roman replied as he lit his blunt.

“We used to cuddle all the time before I moved in with you,” Malia whined as she tried to pull him back in the bed.

Roman was so much more affectionate before they started living together. Having Malia around all the time was starting to get to him and his actions showed it. He never had a mother around, so he wasn’t very affectionate towards the opposite sex. All that cuddling shit just wasn’t his thing.

“Chill out Malia. I need to hop in the shower. I got some moves to make,” Roman replied.

“You told me that you were staying inside today. You just got home at eight this morning,” she reminded him.

They’d just had make-up sex after arguing about it all morning. Roman hadn’t even gone to sleep yet and he was trying to leave out of the house again.

“Man, I’m out there making money. I don’t have time to be sitting in here up under you all day. You don’t complain when it’s time to shop or go somewhere,” Roman noted.

“I know baby, but when are we gonna do something together? You’ve been promising me a vacation for months. When are we gonna go somewhere?” Malia asked.

She was damn near thirty years old and had only been out of New Orleans once. Landon took her on a cruise for their first anniversary and that was it. He traveled a lot with his job in the beginning, so he got to see the world while she was stuck at home with two babies. Roman promised to take her somewhere, but he never made good on it.

“I told you to give me some time Malia. I need to get my money up some more before I can take a vacation. We just had this conversation a few days ago. Don’t stat nagging me and shit,” Roman warned.

“How is me wanting to spend time with my man nagging?” Malia questioned.

“Just give a few months baby and I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” Roman swore.

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