Just What I Am.

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Hannah's POV:

Ok so I'm officially wasted. Kiaura had to help me get back to the VIP lounge. I smell like icing and grape ash.

"Rakim!" I squealed diving into his lap.

"Hey girl. You havin fun without me?"

"Nooo! Why you think I came to find youuuu?" I said making him deeply laugh.

"Ight. You smell good. Have you been smokin cigars?"

"Mmhhmm my favorite."

Eventually everybody that was on the couch with him moved, and I was laying on top of him. I had my hands everywhere they could possibly go on his body. His hands just rested on my ass. I loved the feeling of his thumbs motioning back and forth on my butt.

Just when we start making out the club is closing.

"Come on. Lets get outta here."

We had to take a cab back to the pint house, cause Q and Nicole drove Rakims car back around 1.

I was all over him in the cab too, and of course he doesn't mind. This is what he's been waiting for all day.

The cab finally pulled up to the hotel. We jumped out and ran inside. He held my hand trying to help me walk through the lobby.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. He walked out into the long hall.

"Rakim."

"Hmm?"

"I want you." I moaned, shooting my arms into the air.

He smiled, and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the pint house door.

Ferg and Yams are still up sitting on the couch smoking, but we paid no attention to them.

We slid against the the wall, slowly kissing and holding onto each other. He was still carrying me like toddler.

He kicked the door open to his room. Dropped me onto the bed. I immediately pulled my leggings off. He ripped my shirt off, and unhooked my bra while I unbuckled his belt. His pants fell to the floor along with his shirt.

"You sure?"

"Come on Rakimmm it's my birthday!"

He laughed in his deep toned voice.

He hovered over top of me, and slowly slid my panties off.

"Imma make you feel better than anybody ever has."

He trailed wet kisses all up my right thigh. I gasped at the cold feeling in my crotch.

"You like that?"

I nodded reaching up trying to touch him. He had me soaking wet.

"Let me ride." I squealed pushing him onto his back.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and I hit it out of his hand. He raised his eyebrows with a smile. I waited on top of him, until he spit in his hand and rubbed it in.

He moaned as I slowly lowered my body down to him.

"You're so fucking tight. Uhh." I could see him squeezing his eyes shut in the dark.

He felt amazing after a while.

Q's POV:

The loud moans and screams have been fucking growing for the past thirty minutes.

"Damn. We need to go wake up our bitches."

Rakim's POV:

The headboard was banging against the wall. We're going in deep. She let me finish it up, before she got up and went to the porch.

This crazy bitch had nothing but a sheet wrapped around her, while she was smoking a blunt at 4 in the morning.

I popped my head out the screen doors and she looked up at me.

"Come smoke with me."

She blew smoke in my face as I sat down.

"Rakim.... You wanna know who I don't trust?" She asked still completely drunk.

"Lemme guess. Nicole?"

"What! How'd you know?"

"I'm not stupid. You can tell she is fucking scared of you. She wouldn't even look at you tonight."

"Ha, well she hates me, like mostly everybody else who meets me."

"Just because they wanna be you, or be with you."

"How do you know that?" She threw her blunt over the railing.

"Cause.. I wanna be with you like all them other niggas."

Fuck. Did I just say that?