He wanted me

Confussion

I continued to moan, "Yes... Baby yes". My legs couldn't take it. His overly large and thick manhood literally had me wrapped around it. He stroked harder and harder I began to scream louder and louder. Thinking if I was going to survive this I ....

Woke up. That same dream! I could still picture the glow I left on him as he pulled out from each stroke. Every time I was about to make eye contact && see 'Mr. Perfect' I woke up. Why me? I refused to get out of bed. I figured if I was going to die alone I might as well give up everything now.

   *BOOM BOOM BOOM*, a heavy hand began to bang on my door. Sleeping nude was comfy but at times like this it left me scrambling for clothes. I found a pair of shorts but I couldn't find an appropriate top.

"Open this door now Rayne" he shouted. It was a deep voice that I heard a few times before. I decided to just grab my jacket and went running to the door.
I looked through the peephole. It was a little hard to see cause he was standing so close. But I took a leap of faith and opened the door a little.

I was tough && could get hood if I needed to. Although, I was still a bit nervous. He pushed the door back and it was Beckham! The back story on us was that we met in high school and he was a bullied nerd, but I was always nice to him. In college he became an Egyptian black God and acted like he never wanted to be seen with me. Now I had run into him a few weeks ago at the store and we only talked on the phone twice since then.

"Beckham, what are you doing here? How do you know where I live? Why are you here so late?" My questions could've continued.

"I had to find you and your friend Stella helped me out"

I would yell at her later but he seemed harmless at the moment. He closed the door behind him and I did feel a bit scared so I backed away. Before I knew it he was coming at me in a way I can't explain. There was intent, passion, yet pain in his eyes. ALL OF A SUDDEN....

I was up against the wall by my neck. Yet he wasn't choking me. My jacket was ripped open and my shorts quickly followed. Was this another dream? He was six foot eight with muscles on his muscles,the second richest man on the east coast, smart, and had his hands on me. Why not some thin model?

  "Rayne I need you" he said as his hips now holding me up against the wall while his hands were against the wall on either side of me.
"Me? Why do you need me of all women for?"

He looked at me as if he was trying to talk using only his eyes. As if to scold me for talking in a negative manner about myself. His breathing became heavy and I could feel him growing angry. His anger wasn't the only thing growing. I would love to get a 'Mr. Perfect' like him but I was scared as to why he was randomly on me. He let me down and just hugged me still against the wall.

He let go for a moment to undress himself and said to me, "I want you because you are my first love. I have watched you grow into perfection. I just need you"
As he took off his boxers I ran to my room && he quickly chased after me. I'm only five foot three and although had a lot of curves, could run pretty fast.

"Rayne STOP" - his big hands grab my waist. He pulled me to him as I tried to fight him off but the way he held me said there was no harm about to happen to me. So I relaxed a little. His manhood in the middle of my back and arms around my shoulders, I didn't know what to think. "Are you going to take advantage of me Beckham, because I thought we were friends?"

Quickly regretting my question he spun me around and began yelling in my face!
"How dare you think that? I love you too much to see you hurt even if it was by me. You are why I'm here and unless you ask me to leave I will prove to you that I am not a monster"