[COMPLETE] London Reed is a 19 year old teenage girl, with a big heart who's life was perfect. She didn't know about anything other than what her parents had taught her, until her life changed in the blink of an eye.
Louis Tomlinson is a troubled ma...
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London Reed He was above me on all fours, holding my chin so my head was turned so he can kiss my neck, giving me tingles. It feels so surreal in a situation like this, we only just got out of an argument.
He's been misjudged by people because he bought me off Harry, it doesn't make sense as to why it ever happened. I actually didn't mind if he was above me right now. He wasn't hurting me, he was softly kissing a spot that never got kissed frequently, and the feel of his lips on mine was hitting me in all the right places, being so nice and gentle with me even after I tried to escape and I've been giving him attitude recently.
I run my hands up his back, under his shirt and he continues to kiss my neck, a little harder even. I bite my lip and grunt so he knows it was giving me pleasure, and it was.
He runs his hands down to my chest, unbuttoning my cropped white shirt under my hoodie which I had already taken off at this short amount of time as he moved his lips to mine. I propped one knee up and kept the rest of me laid flat on the bed. With smooth soft kisses, he unbuttoned it completely, helping me get it off.
I was left in a plain white bra, and his eyes fell to my chest. My cheeks redden and I slowly reach for his shirt hem. He took the back of his collar and pulled it over his head, leaving him in just jeans. I widen my eyes and look at his abs again, god he was so perfect.
His chest was toned, and his skin was tan with a few tattoos over him randomly and his cuts had healed nicely. His abs looked like they were sculpted by someone, and he had sharp v-lines. I run my hands up them and over his chest, holding his shoulders.
He kept kissing my neck again, making me bite my lip as he pulled my leggings down. I try to remind myself that he's already seen me naked before, but we've never...had sex.
"Roll over," he says into my neck, I was just instantly confused.
"What?" I squeak.
"I said," he pulls away. "Roll over,"
I panic. "W—Why?"
"Because...I'm not going to fuck you in the ass," he shakes his head. How was I supposed to know what he's like? I didn't, and I don't. He rolls me over by my hips which makes me gasp.
I bite my lip, and lay on my stomach, my arms stay folded by my side and I turn my head to look at him undoing his belt, popping open the button and sliding the copper zipper of his black jeans down.
I watch, he takes his jeans down and steps out of them, being left in his black boxers. I see a bulge in the front which had actually been the first time I had actually seen him naked, trailing down his left leg which made me gulp and I couldn't even help myself.
I close my eyes and try to calm down. I go to roll over but he holds me still. "Stay," he says. "Don't move,"
I knew I had to listen to him because of the stupid rules over here, so I stayed still, and very quiet. I swallow when I feel the bed dip next to my hips on either side. "Just do what I say, okay?" he says rather softly.
