A/N Thank you to everyone that has shown love for this story (and the others!) this only has about 4 chapters to go before the end BUT it has a sequel! Which I will start right away, so show the love and every bit of love is accepted! Onwards Tonto!

Chapter 14 Down in the basement

Roman took his time going down the basement steps, not because he was nervous but because he quickly learnt that Iziah had booby-trapped her stairs, it was almost as if she didn't want people going into her room. Some of the stairs looked as though they could handle weight but the threatening squeak told a different story. The holes in the wall reminded Roman of those old games where spears came from the walls, thinking of Iziah and the rumor floating around the house, he wouldn't put it past Iziah.

Roman landed on the bottom step unharmed, for now at least. Iziah sat on her double bed, which was severly un-made, butt naked painting her fingernails, she didn't even bother looking up, she knew who it was and if it wasn't Roman, well she had a shot-gun by her bedside. Unwanted visitors were her natural enemy.

"You sure took your sweet time" Iziah remarked painting a neat black line on her thumb-nail.

"Didn't want to seem eager"

"Not that I would blame you Roman, I mean I am pretty hot"

"Ego much?"

Finally Iziah looked up at him, the nail brush dripping black spots on her bed, "It's not ego Roman, that's fact. Of course you have a right to tell me I'm wrong"

As much as he wanted to tell her that she was wrong, he couldn't. She was right, she was quite an attractive young girl. Iziah put the top back on her polish, waving her hands around, she 'dealt' with Roman.

"That's what I thought"

Roman crashed on the bed beside her, his long frame covering almost an entire half of her bed. Iziah instantly flopped on top of him, her lips quickly on his. Her little hands waving over his face, pulling the strands of black away, that long slippery tongue slid into her mouth exploring the recesses pulling out grunts and groans. Fingers dug into flesh as the kisses grew harder and more intense. Iziah quickly forgot about her nails as her new task of getting Roman naked took over her mind. Despite the fact he was only wearing a shirt and shorts, he was still wearing way too much clothing. Roman pulled away and let her rip the shirt from torso, litterly Iziah ripped it, she could've easily taken it off the easy way but it just wasn't Iziah if she didn't destroy something. Roman didn't seem to mind, his lips were busy pulling and sucking a hole in her left nipple, her hands scratching at his belt line. Leaving it for a moment, she let her head fall back and enjoy the feeling of his lips on her breasts. His lips swept across to her other nipple, the grunts leaving Iziah's lips were like music to his ears, positively music to his ears. Her hand slid down his head, a fistful of black locks in her fist. His head snapped back, a massive crack exploding in his eardums, Iziah just had to pull his hair, the urge was too strong to resist. Roman had no time to react, her lips were back on his, her tongue exploding into his mouth like it was searching for gold. When Iziah let his hair go, Roman decided it was time to fight fire with fire.

"Ow!" Iziah got out, her head snapping back as Roman let go his fistfull of hair. Iziah's cry of pain instantly turned into cries of joy, his lips trailed up and down her throat, the pulse flying around madly. Iziah managed to pry herself out of his grip long enough to go back to her original plan, her plump evil lips kissing scorching trails down his throat. Roman relaxed back, his eyes closing as her lips went over his abs and down his belly-button. Roman was pretty sure he could feel her smirk, his body jolting without his conscent as her tongue swiped over the swollen head. Iziah let her tongue tease him, his body jolting and reacting to her touch, she was his new master, he had to do what her mouth said despite not wanting too. Roman let out the deepest grunt as her velvet mouth slid down further, his cock jumping in her mouth, begging for more. Iziah pulled her mouth up, as much fun as it was teasing him with her mouth, she needed a little more from him. Like the devious minx she was, Iziah crawled up his torso until her she felt the tip of his dick nudging at her entrance. Slowly Iziah let herself sink down, her whole body tensed up with pain, every inch of Roman was huge.

"That hurt like a motherfucker" Iziah spit out, it was her first time all over again. Pain, pain and more pain. And some boredom.

"We can stop"

Iziah ignored that, that didn't even deserve a response, not even a violent one. Instead she kissed him again, the pain beginning to melt until she felt ready to move her hips. Now it was starting to feel good, once the initial pain had stopped, the good hidden parts of her were being touched and jabbed. Roman grasped her hips controlling the pace, feeling her slide up and down drove him crazy but to hear the little grunts and moans from her mouth was worth it. The dominance in him took over, her body crashing to the matress, his hips plunging deep as her body arched to meet him. For a split second Iziah was swept with nasty deja-vu, until she saw that look in his eyes, it was only there for a moment but she saw it, doubt that he had hurt her, doubt that this wasn't all right and he had gone too far. His body slammed her to the matress almost pushing her through to the floor, her body raked with sweaty enjoyment, her voice singing to the Hell's below, he seemed to enjoy her vocal's because he kept drilling her trying to keep up the reaction. Iziah felt her body tighten and release all in one go. It had never felt like this, this felt good, her whole body floated and danced to it's own tune. Iziah had spent so long faking orgasms that having a real one almost gave her a heart attack. The new warmth spread through out her giving her another round of floaty-dancing. His body flopped tiredly on her's, underneath the thick Somoan, Iziah was pretty much invisible. Roman let his nose fall to her neck, taking in the scent of sweat and her. Many women had fallen under his spell, many women had had this treatment, every one of them was different physically but to Roman deep down they were the same. However there was something about the small tattooed girl tapping his thick arm that was different, he wasn't sure what it was but he knew that she was different.

"Dude move your fat ass, you're squishin me"

"My ass ain't fat" Roman said moving off her so she could breathe, he couldn't recall the last time a woman had spoken to him like that. Before Iziah, he didn't think that actually could or would happen.

"If you say so Roman"

Roman didn't say anything to that, instead he shuffled to the edge of the bed, Iziah's now smudged nails grabbed at his arm.

"If you get out of this bed right now, you will not be comin back in, make your choice wisely"

His dark eyes connected with those hard yet soft silver orbs, "And if I need to piss?"

That smirk told the story, her finger pointing the way to the other side of her basement-bedroom. "Through there big-boy. You go up those stairs, you won't be comin back. Choose wisely"

Roman went to the bathroom, the whole time he was in there, Iziah was muttering to herself, on mute of course so he couldn't hear it. She had no idea what the hell she was thinking, she should've been kicking out of the bed, not inviting him to stay. Just before Roman came back, Iziah closed her mouth and flopped back on the bed. If Roman didn't know any better, he would say she was asleep.

Iziah smiled to herself, relaxing into the soft matress, kicking Roman out was the wrong move because right now feeling Roman's plump lips kiss up her thighs to her moistening pussy was the greatest idea ever.

A/N I hope this was all right! It was a bitch to finish but it got easier, it don't help that it was like really late at night and I was beyond tired so I hope there wasn't too many mistakes! Onwards we go!