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She is addictive

Rafe's POV:

I drove her home, her thighs striding so elegantly over one another, her hair fluttered back as she slicked it behind her ear to take her purse,

'Thank you for tonight.' She said in her silky voice, fuck...

'Don't be all flattered now, we're still pretending, no one is watching.' I scoffed, looking outside the window to avoid her, since I know, if I dare look at her, all the fantasies will flood back...

'I didn't, I was just taught manners not like some of us.' She seethes through her teeth,

'I give my manners to the ones that deserve it.' I say, looking back at her, she shook her head and began opening the door,

'Good night Cameron...'

I hated when she referred to me by my last name and not my first.

'Night.' I uttered, waiting until she reaches her house and closes the door behind her, locking it, then starting the engine and driving off...

It still fucking smells like her...fuck...

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Closing the door behind me, I made my way upstairs, stopping on the way and looking over my shoulder, everyone is asleep...

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I can't stop fucking thinking about how her eyes look up at me, how she tilts her head and looks the other way when flustered,

I still hate her...obviously, I want nothing to do with her, but the thought of bending her over and fucking her mouthy attitude out of her is turning me on so fucking much,

The idea of just pleasing her, hearing her moans, seeing her in a state that no one else is allowed to is...appealing.

Closing my bedroom door and locking it, I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside, unbuckling my belt and hearing it clank against the floorboard as I turn off the lights, getting in the bed,

I stare at the ceiling, tapping on my chest, my other hand behind my head as I think...

Think of her...

This is so unbearable...

My hand begins to move to my trousers, already unzipped, I lower them along with my boxer briefs,

My hand lays on my already hard erection,

A grunt leaves my mouth as I move my hand up and back down,

I can't help but imagine her... it's always fucking her...

'Fuck Y/n...' groan, moving more and more, fastening the pace, 'just like that...'

I can't help it, I imagine her, in all positions, beneath me, her legs wrapped around my torso as I fuck her like I hate her, even though all I want is her all along, always did,

Imagining her nails digging into my skin and hair as I please her, from above, from below, from everywhere, in anywhere,

'Fuck yeah...' I groan, accelerating,

The way her skirt lift up when she sits is driving me fucking crazy,

I feel myself reaching that climax, I can only imagine her moaning my name against my skin,

I then release myself, draining my head back and letting another groan, and then another one of her name,

It keeps on going as I feel my entire boy tense, the tremor of sweet release runs down my body as I grunt back,

'Fuck Y/n...' I let out again,

This is so addictive...she is so addictive...

Like a drug,

And I happen to be an addict, a heavy-hopeless fucking addict...

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