Only wanna be with you

7

Greg stayed with me until the tears stopped and I passed out. He cleaned up my mess and left me some painkillers and water on my bedside table, knowing after a night of crying I'd have a killer headache. I woke up in the middle of the night realising I was still in my dress. I clambered out of bed and padded to my en-suite. I lifted my dress off and threw it into the hamper by the door and surveyed the damage. I knew I had cried most of my makeup off but I looked like the swamp thing when I looked in the mirror. There was makeup smeared across my face. There where bags under my eyes and my eyes where bloodshot from all the crying. I washed up making sure to go my skin care, all I needed was to look shit as well as feel it. I pulled my hair up into a bun and crawled back into bed. I grabbed my phone quick , checking my messages. As expected Austin had rang me at least 10 times and I had 14 messages off him. I couldn't look at them yet I was too weak, he would be able to talk me into seeing him again. Dre had rand a few times and questioned my disappearing act. I threw my phone back down and curled back into a ball, falling asleep pretty quickly.

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I felt like there should be a dent in the wall he fucked me that hard against it. After he had shot his first load into me he threw me over his shoulder smacking my ass hard as I squealed. He threw me down on the bed and hovered over me, his frizzy baby hair sticking to his sweaty skin as his braids hung down grazing my chest.

"Strip" he purred as he stood up , starting to remove his own clothes. I sat up on my knees as I pulled the sheer shirt off my sweaty arms, throwing it somewhere to the side of me. I gazed at him as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. I loved his body. He was purely masculine. I started to lift my dress off my body but before I could get it past my head his tongue was trailing up my sternum. It was like fire burning my skin. My moan was muffled by his lips, hungrily meeting mine as my dress left my hair that was sticking to the sweat on my skin. "I've not stopped thinking about this"

"Me neither" I gasped as his hand firmly gripped my ass. He easily lifted me as he crawled on the bed, placing me on his lap so I'm straddling him. The only thing between us being my thin black thong. I can feel his hard cock trapped beneath me, I grind down on it as his lips kiss down my collarbone. I hear him moan and the vibrations sends shivers down my spine.

"Are you going to ride me? Make your Daddy cum again" he murmurs into the sensitive skin of my neck. I push myself up and slide my thong off before climbing back on his lap, holding his cock firm as I rub it across my wet pussy. I sink down into it with a moan, feeling him stretching me. I grasp his shoulders as I start to bounce, his lips and tongue trail up my neck and focus on my lips. His teeth tugging at my bottom lip begging his tongue for entrance.  I eagerly granted him entrance as I clutched onto him harder, our tongues meshing together passionately. Our sweaty bodies slapping and sliding as I rode him selfishly, chasing my high. I rotated my hips as I threw my head back loving how deep he felt. He grazed my jawline with his teeth, trailing his tongue and tasting my  perspired covered body. I bounced and grinded faster feeling him start to twitch inside me.

"Daddy I'm so close" I groaned, digging my nails into his shoulder

"Fuck yes I can feel it, milk me" I gave in to the orgasm and rode it out. I squeezed my eyes shut as I pressed my forehead to his shoulder as the biggest orgasm spread across my body, making me shudder. I became limp and slumped against his body panting. He held me in place for a while till we both started to breathe normally. He rolled me onto the bed throwing a blanket over me before disappearing. I shook my head slightly gutted that he would leave me like this. He came back in the room with the pizza box and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Eat up because I'm not finished with you yet. You need to learn who you belong to"

 

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I don't why I expected to feel much better when I woke up. The sound of my alarm was going through my sore head like a drill. I sat up and remembered the water and pills that Greg had left out for me, I swallowed them down and pulled the covers up to my chin as I heard footsteps coming down my hall. I braced myself for the worse

"Where the hell did you go last night? It was one hell of a party!! You left after the announcement didn't you?" Dre boomed as he let himself in my bedroom

"Shushhh keep it down I've got a migraine" I whined

"Well that makes sense why you slipped out, it did get a little rowdy. You know how it is with Posty" he pulled open the curtains and threw me a robe.

"Yeah, I know.  I just wasn't feeling good at all so Greg got me food and brought me home" I pulled the robe around my naked body and climbed out of bed clutching my head. Crying hangover in full effect.

"We got the studio today, I have you working with Brian today he's been itching to help you write something"  he walks into my closet, picking out options for me.

"I have a few ideas. I think I've got a vibe for this new album in mind. Something a little retro..." I mused as I looked at his outfit options and picking a jeans and long sleeved cropped top combo. I pull out my underwear, kissing him on the cheek as I walked in the en suite to change

"I love it. Mix the retro with the new" his accent becoming thicker as he gets more excited. I reappeared doing a twirl in his outfit choice

"Shoes?" He pulls out some flat black Prada cargo boots and hands them over to me before squeezing my shoulders as I sit down.

"These... We need Posty on a track this time"  he buzzed, him being oblivious to all that's happened. I pulled on the boots before jumping up.

"No. I don't think it's going to be his vibe" I snapped