My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

#033

I was sleeping quite peacefully in my bed. That was before he came in and snatched the cover off of my half naked body. I whined, snatching the cover back from him, or at least trying to. "The fuck you been doin all this time?" He questioned me. "Sleeping mothafucka can't you tell?" I hissed. "Yo ass lyin..." he said rubbing his forehead, "where yo shit at?" My eyes widened as I realized what he was upset about. "In my room." I said. "No the fuck it ain't, otherwise the shit would still be down the hall." He argued. "Look dude I told you I didn't need to be in the same room as you.." I started, "now that you see all the problems it's caused don't you think I should give you some space?"

He looked at me as if I had told him something absolutely despicable. "No. I don't need no damn space." He complained, "I ain't never needed no damn space, not from you." I sighed as my plan wasn't working. He could tell I was trying to pull away from him and he didn't take well to it at all. He was putting his foot down before I could even explain to him what I was doing. "You not going no where.." he said almost demanding that I accept it, "Ion care about none of yo dramatics you not leavin'." I sat there in shock at how easily he read my every move. I barely said anything about what I was doing and he immediately knew what was up.

"You know you don't want me here so why bother?" I said to him. "You don't know shit, so stop talkin' bout shit you don't know." He said. He seemed a little hurt. I didn't think he'd care that much since he could just find a replacement. "You act like you gon' die cause I left the room." I said, "Whatchu gon' do when I leave for real?" He grabbed ankles and pulled me forward. "You not goin' no fuckin' where." He said firmly. My body became hot as he became more assertive by the second. "It don't work like that." I said, "You don't get to pick and choose when you fuck with me." He grabbed my throat as he made direct eye contact with me. "I just told you, you don't know shit..." he said, "I don't pick and choose nothin', you mine cause I said you is." His grip on me tightened as I struggled to respond. "That ain't how you act." I mumbled, trying not to break eye contact, "you don't love shit but yourself.."

"Don't say shit about how I act." He said, "Especially when you act like youn want me half the time." I grabbed his wrist and started to yank his hand off me. "That's not true. I treat you how you treat me." I said getting upset. "You act like I treat you so bad, what about me?" He complained. "Everything is about you." I snapped, "I told you, you only love yourself." He looked at me as if I had crossed a particular line in his mental. "I actually can barely do that." He said. I felt bad for him, but that didn't give him a free pass to treat me like shit. "Well maybe you should take care of that first." I said honestly. "I don't think me being here is helping you out with that." His grip on me only got stronger as his mood shifted. "Stop acting like you know every fuckin' thing." He said firmly. "I want you here."

"Then act like it so I can shut the fuck up." I complained. "I'm always trying to leave because you won't treat me right." He rolled his eyes at me as I yanked his hand off me. "And what happens after that?" He teased, touching my thighs gently, "You come back because it's not the same." I hated that about myself. I hated how bad I wanted him. He knew my body and my mind like the back of his hand. "Fuck you.." I mumbled. "You don't mean that.." he said, touching my face. I didn't respond for a minute, staring at him as my thoughts ran wild with reasons why I meant what I said. "Yeah I do.." I whined, trying to get out his grasp, "you get on my nerves." He smiled a little despite still being upset with me. "I know I do. You get on my nerves too.." he said, "it's all good though, I still love you."

I started to pout, folding my arms as I took his words with a grain of salt. "Say it back." I rolled my eyes at him as I mushed his forehead. "Say it back nigga." He complained. "Love you too.." I mumbled. He smirked before he kissed me, pushing me all the way on to the bed. I started to undo his buttons quickly as his hands wandered on my body. His kisses became heavier as he started to take my shorts off. I practically moaned into his mouth as he fondled my nipples underneath my shirt. My body began pleading with him to do whatever it is he wanted to do to me. His shirt ended up off and on the ground. He started to fiddle with his buckle as he kissed me sloppily. He pulled my panties off with one hand as he held me in place with the other. He started to rub his dick against me, only giving me the tip. I gasped as he suddenly shoved himself all the way inside. "Oh shit.." I moaned breathlessly.