Roman opened his eyes at the sound of a TikTok clip being played at a low volume, wondering what time it was and what Angel was doing up this early. He got out of the bed a few seconds later, needing to brush his teeth before saying anything because he hated the taste of morning breath.

After completing his morning routine with the exclusion of a shower, he joined Angel in the bedroom again almost ten minutes later. Only now, she was no longer laying down in the bed, and instead she was rummaging through the first drawer of the dresser.

She'd unpacked their suitcase last night because she hated having to go through it every single time she needed something. It was better to just go ahead and unpack even though they were leaving tomorrow night. It caused less stress for her.

"What time is it fat ma? Why you up so early?"

"You have a cell phone and there's a digital clock on the dresser. I don't know the time off the top of my head." She plugged her curling iron into the wall near the dresser that had a built in mirror on top of it.

"Aight lil' girl, watch it," His hand made rough contact with her ass, and she playfully rolled her eyes at the sight of him biting his lip. Luckily she had enough 'junk in her trunk' to where it didn't hurt too badly when he hit it.

"I need time to curl my hair before Ray's brunch. It's so long. It's gonna take a while." She referred to her thirty inch bundles, already tired by just thinking about it.

Roman looked down at his phone to see that it was nearing nine in the morning, and Raelle's brunch started at noon. Angel was big on being punctual, so no wonder she was getting ready this early.

"Where yo' clothes at?" He stood behind her in the mirror, staring at her practically naked frame while she scrolled through her Twitter feed.

"I didn't feel like p-Romannn, I have to do my hairrr," She grabbed his arms, feeling his face dip into the crook of her neck to leave kisses on her skin.

"I ain't even said nothin'. I can't kiss on you?" His hands lowered to be on her thighs, gripping them in his palms. Angel bit her lip as his kisses trailed across her collarbone, and then she tilted her head to the side to give him room to leave a hickey on her neck.

"Okay baby, real quick." She turned around to face him, and his arms went under her thighs to pick her up from the floor.

She reached between her legs to pull her panties to the side while Roman freed his hard dick from the entrapment of his boxers, and after rubbing himself down her slit, he smirked at how it took no time at all for her to get wet for him.

His eyes found hers at the sound of her gasping, being stretched open as he pushed into her warmth. Her arms wrapped around his neck to hold his body closer, and he groaned out once she softly moaned into his ear.

"You ain't cum wit' me yesterday. I'm sorry fat ma." He held her against the wall, pushing his hips forwards to thrust into her at a steady pace.

Angel loved how soft his voice got whenever they had sex. He always talked her up to her orgasm, and talked her through it too. The penetration and stimulation to her clit obviously did a lot for her, but his sweet-talking was the real cherry on top.

"That's okay baby. Can you go deeper, please?" She held the back of his head, and he did as told, listening to her moans become louder.

"You cumming already?" He smirked, halting his movements at the feeling of her juices gushing out around his dick.

She didn't respond to him, trying to let her body calm down after her first release because she knew Roman didn't plan on stopping just yet. Her thoughts were proven correct when he pulled out of her, placing her down on her feet.

"Ass up." His smirk remained, mostly because he knew just how much she hated backshots.

A pout rested as her expression as she turned around to face the mirror, and then leaned over to grab her ankles while Roman wrapped her hair around his tattooed fist, pushing down on the small of her back to bend her over further.

"Shit," She whimpered, almost immediately losing her stance once he filled her opening with his dick again.

"I let you slide too much with this. Be the fuck still, you hear me?" He now spoke in her ear, catching her off guard with how quickly he'd snatched her up.

"Baby you know I can't." She whined, her head being tilt back from how he pulled on her bundles.

She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her from behind, wrapping his free hand around her neck while never halting the deep strokes he gave her from below.

"You can do it. Quit talkin' like that mama. You got it." He released her bottom lip from his mouth, chuckling as he watched her eyes rolled back. He loved knowing he was doing good with her because she wasn't as vocal as he wanted her to be yet.

"Tell me you got it." He kissed her face before letting her neck go, then he bent her back over.

"I got it baby. Thank you." Angel held her calves instead of her ankles to make it easier on herself, beginning to press her hips back to meet him mid-stroke.

Roman let her waist go so that she could do it on her own, loving the way her warmth fully engulfed his dick each time she came back on it. For him to be as big as he was, she took him well. He loved that.

As soon as she lost her rhythm, he pulled her up by her hair yet again, continuing with his strokes so that she didn't have to. He could tell she was about to cum from the way her walls tightened around him as her natural essence coated his dick.

"I'm cumming." She whimpered, tossing her head back to rest on his chest at the same time that his tattooed hand wrapped around her neck.

"Aht aht, don't move. Take that shit. Keep cumming." His thrusts became rougher while the grip on her neck tightened, and his free hand now rested between her legs to rub gently on her clit.

"Roman!" She cried out, clenching her legs shut once she began squirting, creating a literal puddle around her feet from how much it was.

"Fuuuck," He gave her one last stroke, holding her body still as his nut spilled out into her pussy. He kept himself deep inside of her as his orgasm took place, obsessed with the feeling she gave him.

"Baby pull out, please. Take it out." She bit her lip to keep from crying, though that didn't help much because the pleasurable tears were already streaming down her face.

When she was freed from his grip, she squatted right where she stood and grabbed the dresser to support her trembling legs. Her cum dripped from her opening and onto the ground as she remained in the position, contracting her vaginal muscles to soothe the painful pleasure.

"Stick it out." Roman leaned over from behind her, letting his spit fall on the pink flesh in her mouth once she did as told.

"Good girl. Come here. I got you." He picked her up from the ground, and she wrapped her arms around his neck so that he could put her up against his body.

"I love you so much. You make me feel so good." She wiped her face as he carried her over to the bed, obviously not done with her.

"I love you more. Sit on my face and then I'm done, aight? I swear." He pressed his lips against hers, causing a smile to place as her expression because she knew he was lying.

Although a brunch party was taking place for her in one of the beach huts, Raelle was currently sitting next to Angel in the water with her head resting on her shoulder instead of socializing with her friends on the shore.

Her entire mood had just been ruined by a simple text from her boyfriend, asking if she'd made a decision on what she was going to do about their unborn child yet. She hated how much of an impact he had on her emotions.

"Boys are stupid." Angel told her out of nowhere after a few minutes of silence-excluding Raelle's occasional sniffs.

"I am too, obviously, 'cause why did I lay there and get nutted in like I didn't know what would happen." She spoke through her quiet cries, reaching up to wipe her face.

"Well, it feels really good. So, that's probably why." Angel shrugged, and then laughed once Raelle pushed her shoulder with a genuinely surprised gasp.

"Angel! I don't wanna hear that."

"You make me listen to yours." She shrugged again with a smile, glancing over at her to watch as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yeah 'cause you don't know Siah. I know my brother and I ain't tryna hear about that man sex life." Raelle leaned on her shoulder again, listening to her briefly laugh.

"There's really no point in stressing over this situation anymore since you've made your decision already. Theres nothing you can do now, so why do you let him make you upset?" Angel asked her after their laughs had died down.

"I love him so much, and I hate doing stuff that he doesn't like. And we usually talk about stuff that bothers us 'cause he feels the same way-but this time it's not like the other times. It's like now that I'm pregnant, we done got so distant. It feel like I'm losing my best friend." She sighed.

"Do you think he'll ever grow on the idea of being a dad?"

"I don't know. I hope so. But then I think it'll be like, a 'fine, I'll do it, type of thing. Like sympathy parenting." She paused for a moment, before continuing.

"And that makes me sad 'cause I don't want my baby to feel like I did growing up-like my own parents didn't want me, 'cause they didn't, you know? But I actually want mine. It's just the fact that he doesn't want it makes me feel like I'm making a mistake by keeping it."

"Nyasia told me if he making me feel so bad I need to just go to the clinic 'cause he not gon' want me no more when I have the baby. Everybody keep telling me that but I don't want no fucking abortion and they just keep saying, 'well what do he want'." She continued to rant, briefly being stopped by Angel.

"I really don't like that girl. She been complaining this whole time and they have yet to come over here and check on you." Angel referred to her best friend, as well as the other girls that Raelle invited for her trip.

She had disappeared from her own party almost half an hour ago, and like Angel stated, not a single person that she'd invited on the trip had left the beach hut to see where she'd run off to.

Raelle had a thing for keeping people around even when she knew they weren't good for her. She loved having girls to talk to about girl stuff; she just loved having friends, period. The love she had made her lose sight of the red flags being waved directly in her face.

For instance, she'd invited seven girls on her birthday trip and didn't ask them to pitch in a single dollar. She even told them before they left that it wasn't necessary for them to bring money if they didn't have it because her brother would take care of them-which was true.

Neither of the girls bought her a birthday gift-which she hadn't asked for, but it still would've been nice to have. They all took pictures together on the beach in matching bikinis-that Roman had bought-and didn't include Raelle in on the photo which literally wouldn't have been able to be taken had it not been for her behind the camera.

It hurt Raelle's feelings to even think about so she tried not to bring up the constant passive aggressive behavior, but it was getting harder by the day. She couldn't wait for this trip to be over, and that made her feel bad because her brother had did so much to make sure she enjoyed herself.

"You shouldn't let anybody make you feel bad about anything that you do. Keeping your baby is your business, and it's not like any of those girls are going to buy the baby's clothes, bottles, or watch him when you need a break. So tell NyAsIa to fuck off next time." Angel purposely mocked the girl's name, earning a laugh from Raelle, but mostly at the way that she sounded while cursing.

"I'm serious Ray. Stop letting people get in your head if your mind is already made up. At the end of the day, you're the mom. Not those girls, not Josiah, and not even me-so none of our opinions on what you do should matter. Whatever you feel is right, do it. Who cares about what everybody else thinks or wants? This is your life and you're the only person living it."

Raelle reached over to wrap her arms completely around her to give her a hug, basically melting in her grip once she hugged her back. Angel was truly the mother that Raelle had always wished for; somebody who loved her and could give her advice like no one else could.

She had never been good with dealing with her own emotions because for so long all she did was bottle them up inside until she had no other choice but to explode. Now it seemed like she could barely breathe in a certain feeling without wanting to talk to Angel about it.

Roman had really done them all a favor by making Angel his girlfriend. Raelle didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have her around.

"They ain't have none of that green sauce you be getting mama." Speaking him up, Roman sat next to Angel in the water after passing her a plate of chicken quesabirria tacos.

"You always in her face it don't make no sense." Raelle watched her brother repeatedly kiss Angel's cheek, a smile on both her and Angel's face. It was obvious how happy she made him.

"You always in me and my woman business. Y'all ass gone get enough of that." He pulled a blunt from behind his ear, and she rolled her eyes in response.

"Why you not over there wit' them? Youn like them? Me either." Roman basically answered his own question without giving her time to do it, making her laugh.

"Angel doesn't either. Guess I need a new line up. Y'all are my only real friends." She chuckled, though it was more of a sad chuckle rather than humorous.

"I'll take you somewhere else, aight? Don't be sad. We can take another trip." Roman held his hand out to her, doing their not-so-secret handshake while she smiled.

"We don't have to. I don't want you to spend a bunch of money again."

"You being happy is worth more than all the money in my pocket." He told her without a second passing.

"Well technically you don't have any in your pockets right now, so what do you really mean by that?" Angel put a spoonful of rice in her mouth, then laughed along with Raelle once her head was mushed.

"Here. You can have it." Angel gave her food to Raelle, who happily took it since she hadn't ate any of the food at her brunch party.

"Angel you need to eat something." Roman said with a frown, knowing she probably wouldn't eat anything for the rest of the day.

She had a weird thing where textures of certain foods severely bothered her, so she usually didn't eat unless she or her mom had cooked. When she did try to eat regular foods, she would take just a bite or two before being done with it. Roman hated that.

During the nearly six months that they'd been together, he'd never seen her eat a full plate of food before. Not even half of a plate, matter of fact. She only ever ate snacks-little stuff like a rice crispy treat or candy that Kaiya would give her.

Even when he bought her Chic-fil-a, she'd just eat her fries and nothing else. Chicken tasted funny to her, and she didn't really like dairy enough to enjoy their macaroni. She also hated salads, so that was out of the question too.

"Don't start with me. And put that out. You don't have to smoke everywhere, Roman. I know your lungs are basically dust right now." She rested her weight on her hands that were behind her, looking out at the water.

"You ain't nobody mama, girl. Yet." He did as told by putting the blunt out, but only because he basically finished with it anyway.

"Ouuuu, yet?" Raelle smirked at Angel, identical to the one that her brother was wearing as his expression.

"Oh, shut up. Both of you." She waved them off with a flick of her wrist, making them laugh.

I just had some fire ass koolaid pickles bruh. And also, I'm trying to add more sex scenes cause I've only done like 4 lol oops