the man in the suit // dreamnotfound

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George's pov

I step towards him and crash our lips together roughly.

He pushes me against a wall, I undo his belt and then drop it on the ground, I unbutton the one button on his pants then un zip his pants, he pulls away from the kiss and turns me around and pushes me against the wall.

He undoes my belt and takes it off.

He impatiently takes my pants down only a little then my boxers.

He pins my hands above my head and I fill his dick slam into me.

I moan and I tense my body  "fuck, don't tense" he whispers, he continues to thrust into my roughly, my legs weaker then before.

"Clay~" I moan and let my head fall back into his shoulder, he kisses my cheek, I turn my head, he lets go of my hands as he kisses me, I'm unable to kiss back.

"Fuck~" I whisper, my legs weaker, "clay, I can't fucking~ stand" I whisper.

He pulls out of me and takes my jacket off.

I turn around and face him, breahung heavily I kiss him and he removes my shoes and clothes.

I do the same to him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.

He carrys me to his bed and throws me on it.

"What happened to dreaming?" He smirks getting on top of me.

"Shut up and fuck me" I whisper, without saying anything else he slams into me then continues to slam into me.

I whimper trying to hold in my moan.

I bite  my lip, he kisses my neck, I feel hit my soft spot.

I moan loudly and grip his hair, he positions himself to keep hitting there.

He trails kisses to my jawline, "fuck" I whisper as he kisses me roughly.

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I lay in bed after clay helps me get changed.

"DINNERS READY IN AN HOUR" I hear clay dad scream from downstairs.

"They're drunk" I whisper.

Clay sits on his office chair and scrolls on his phone.

"Nothing new" he answers.

"I don't like you anymore then I did before by the way" I pull the blankets over my shoulders and turn on my side, "and I could still slam your head into a wall if you don't shut up" he says.

"I hate you" I whisper closing my eyes,  "I could say the same to you" he says.

The door opens to clays bedroom and I look over at a maid.

Clay stares at me, the maid walks over to her, she whispers something to him, "no, I hate him, he's  a bitch and annoying" clay answers loudly so I can hear, I roll my eyes, I watch as the maid gets on clays lap.

I quickly turn my attention away from them as they makeout.

I pull out my.phone and reply to my friend Wilbur

'How's your soon to be husband ;)' he says, I sit up still turned away from clay and the maid, the maid now moaning.

"Can you guys seriously go somewhere other then here and fuck" I say annoyed, "why can't you leave?" The maid asks in a bitchy tone.

"He can't walk" clay says, "I wonder why" I roll my eyes and call Wilbur.

Silence overcomes the room.

Then I hear a slap in the face behind me, I can't help but smirk as the maid angrily leaves the room and slams the door behind her.

Wilbur pick up.

"How is it?" He asks, "ugh, shit, hes a fucking asshole" I sigh hearing clay behind me getting closer.

"I saw you on a bunch of YouTube clip meeting him, he looks like an asshole" I turn my phone on speaker so clay can hear as talking shit about him.

"He was fucking some maid before in the same room as me before" I say.

I turn around and look at how pissed clay looks.

I smile, "ew" Wilbur says, "I know, then I ruined it for him" I say laying on my stomach on his bed.

Clay stands, "he's pretty hot though" Wilbur says, "for a asshole" I say staring at clay as I talk.

"He's kinda slutty" I say, clay looks Ike he could kill me now, Wilbur keeps talking shit about him and so do I.

Clay gets on the bed, he grabs my shoulder and turn me over on my back and get on top of me.

"Why didn't you leve the room when the maid and him were fucking?" Wilbur asks.

Clay grabs my phone.

"I fucked him to hard" he whispers into the speaker of my phone, "wha-" clay hangs up cutting off Wilbur.

He places my phone next to me and stres down at me.

"Fuck you" I say and push him off the bed, he hits the ground with a thud.

I sit up and look at him, I can't help but laugh, he smiles, I can tell he's trying to hold it back though, he let's out a small laugh and I fall back on the bed laughing.

"Your smiling clay" I laugh, "shut up or I will-"

"Just shut up and stop trying to play the tough guy" I laugh.

He sits up and laughs, "I hate you" he says.