Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love,
Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust,
Next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you,
And next time I spend I want it all to be for you,
- Own It Drake
The knocking on my door was unbearable.
"I'm coming" I rolled lazily over the bed and fell flatly on my ass. I glanced at the clock and muttered a curse.
You the fuck would be knocking on my door at three o clock this early morning.
"Drake" I heard a sniffle and I froze. What is she doing here? She should be with her future husband. Note the sarcasm.
I rose quickly and took long strides to the door. I opened it and stepped aside and she tumbled inside almost falling but she caught her balance.
She was wearing a red trench coat that she wrapped tightly around her. She looked around then her eyes landed on me who was busy looking at her outfit which I would say is unexceptable.
'Drake can I crash in here for the night" she said holding onto her coat which did i mention is very short and stopped right over her nicely shaped big ass.
I crunched up my face as the smell of the alcohol hit my face then realization hit me.
'Were you drinking?' I asked.
She walked up to me and gripped the front of my shirt pulling me closer to her.
"Does it matter what I did. The only thing that matters is how long I haven't had dick in a while" my breathe hitched and he started to harden.
Stay down boy I told him. She's getting married. You shouldn't let her know she has such affect on you.
My hand grabbed her hand that was traveling down my abdomen and pryed her hands off my shirt.
But for some reason she looked hurt and mind you I hate breaking woman feelings especially Onika.
"You don't want me?" She said holding back a sob.
"No Onika it's just-"
"No you want to make an excuse to not hurt my feelings. Maybe this would change your mind " she unbuttoned her trench coat and my brain couldn't process the word Stop and my tongue didn't want to move.
I watched her hands unbotton the trench coat and couldn't find myself looking away. The trench coat fell on the floor and I couldn't control him any more. He was digging through my zipper wanting to be released from his prison and the shit hurt.
She wore a red bra with a red laced panties. How can she affect me so much. I rubbed my face frustratedly. I can't do this. She's engaged and fuck there's so much of things about her.
Before I knew it I feel a palm in my dick. Shit! I curse mentally.
"Hard for me already baby. Well I'm wet" she whispered in ear.Then nipped on my neck.
"Drake the bed isn't far. We can still make it" like a jackass ass I stood there frozen in place. With a raging hard on with a woman doing anything she want with me.
Her hands guide mines to panties and cupped her. I heard her breath hitched. For some stupied reason I smiled and my hand on their own accord started rubbing her clit furiously. I don't know how long I did it until her juices soaked my hand and she clawed my arm screaming my name as she came all over my hand.
She unwrapped her leg from around my waiste which I didn't remember being there and started unbuckling my pants. That's when I snapped out of my daze.
"No" I said gruffily. Damn was my dick hurting me.
I backed away from her and that look of hurt that was in her eyes before I made her cum all over my hand came back. I was playing with fire and I'm getting burnt.
"Onika why are you doing this. Why do you want to cheat on Meek" I said in a quiet voice. Hurt was replaced by rage in her eyes.
"Cheat on Meek. Ha. You don't know how I have to deal with the smell of strippers "
