shirt and a pair of sweats from my bag, and I make my way to answer it. As soon as the door is opened, Striker pushes his way into the room, and slams the door behind him.
“Raef went to meet with our distributors. Word is, he’s leaving tonight.” I feel my stomach drop, and I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. He’s leaving.
“He said he wouldn’t be here forever,” I whisper. Even I can hear the sadness in my voice. My bottom lip quivers, and I see the look on Striker’s face.
“You know I will always be here for you.” He comes closer to me and for the first time, I don’t want it to be him that comforts me. I want Raef to, but I know that in just a few hours he will be just a memory.
Instead of worrying about him leaving, I turn and start to clean up some of the mess in the room. Leaning against the chair, I put my head down, and close my eyes. I don’t want to let Striker see me fall apart over a man who doesn’t really want me. He told me that it was never going to be more than sex, and I should have listened to him.
I feel Striker come up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me back into his chest. “You’ll have me.” The tears start to fall down my cheeks, and I know that Striker will never be enough. He rests his chin on my shoulder, and I can’t help but cry. Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around him, and he holds me like I’m the most important thing in his world. This only makes the tears come faster.
We don’t leave the room, but he sits with me, until I’m no longer crying. When the door opens a few hours later, I see Raef standing in the doorway.
“Get out,” he growls, when he looks at Striker. I hesitantly go to stand up, but he levels me with a look that says we are the ones that are going to be doing the talking. Striker goes to say something, but Raef stops him before he can even get a word out. “Get the fuck out,” he demands.
Striker looks back at me once more, before he turns and walks out towards the door. I watch him bump shoulders with Raef, and I’m afraid that Raef might hit him or something. When the door closes, Raef comes stalking towards me.
His hand grips the back of my neck, and he pulls me to him. Every inch of my body is tense, and when he presses himself against me, I know he can feel it. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, before he claims my mouth with his. The kiss is rough, and hot as hell. He picks me up, and pushes me into the wall.
“While I’m here, this pussy belongs to me. I don’t want that fucker in here ever. You get me?” His lips trail down my neck, and he pulls down the collar of my shirt so he can get access to my collarbone.
“Yes,” I moan. His mouth feels amazing against my skin, and I would give anything for him to fuck me right now.
His weight pushes me into the wall. He grips the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head, tossing it behind him. He releases me, and spins me around, forcing me to put my hands on the wall. He pulls down my sweats, and I hear him undo his jeans. I watch him push them down enough to get his dick out, before he comes up behind me, and runs his hand over my ass before slapping it.
Moaning out his name, I push back into his dick, and he kisses his way up my back before slamming into me, in one hard stroke. “Raef,” his name slips from my mouth, and I hear him groan.
“This is going to be quick,” he rasps in my ear.
He pumps his hips, and every thrust hits my g-spot. It doesn’t take me long to get close, and judging by the grip he has on my hips right now, he’s close too. Bracing myself on the wall, I slam back into him, until we both come; moaning out each other’s names.
He pulls me up, and against his body. His kisses below my ear, and I can feel his heart beating quickly against my back.
As bad as I want to know if he’s leaving, I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. Sure he just fucked me like a
“Raef went to meet with our distributors. Word is, he’s leaving tonight.” I feel my stomach drop, and I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. He’s leaving.
“He said he wouldn’t be here forever,” I whisper. Even I can hear the sadness in my voice. My bottom lip quivers, and I see the look on Striker’s face.
“You know I will always be here for you.” He comes closer to me and for the first time, I don’t want it to be him that comforts me. I want Raef to, but I know that in just a few hours he will be just a memory.
Instead of worrying about him leaving, I turn and start to clean up some of the mess in the room. Leaning against the chair, I put my head down, and close my eyes. I don’t want to let Striker see me fall apart over a man who doesn’t really want me. He told me that it was never going to be more than sex, and I should have listened to him.
I feel Striker come up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me back into his chest. “You’ll have me.” The tears start to fall down my cheeks, and I know that Striker will never be enough. He rests his chin on my shoulder, and I can’t help but cry. Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around him, and he holds me like I’m the most important thing in his world. This only makes the tears come faster.
We don’t leave the room, but he sits with me, until I’m no longer crying. When the door opens a few hours later, I see Raef standing in the doorway.
“Get out,” he growls, when he looks at Striker. I hesitantly go to stand up, but he levels me with a look that says we are the ones that are going to be doing the talking. Striker goes to say something, but Raef stops him before he can even get a word out. “Get the fuck out,” he demands.
Striker looks back at me once more, before he turns and walks out towards the door. I watch him bump shoulders with Raef, and I’m afraid that Raef might hit him or something. When the door closes, Raef comes stalking towards me.
His hand grips the back of my neck, and he pulls me to him. Every inch of my body is tense, and when he presses himself against me, I know he can feel it. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, before he claims my mouth with his. The kiss is rough, and hot as hell. He picks me up, and pushes me into the wall.
“While I’m here, this pussy belongs to me. I don’t want that fucker in here ever. You get me?” His lips trail down my neck, and he pulls down the collar of my shirt so he can get access to my collarbone.
“Yes,” I moan. His mouth feels amazing against my skin, and I would give anything for him to fuck me right now.
His weight pushes me into the wall. He grips the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head, tossing it behind him. He releases me, and spins me around, forcing me to put my hands on the wall. He pulls down my sweats, and I hear him undo his jeans. I watch him push them down enough to get his dick out, before he comes up behind me, and runs his hand over my ass before slapping it.
Moaning out his name, I push back into his dick, and he kisses his way up my back before slamming into me, in one hard stroke. “Raef,” his name slips from my mouth, and I hear him groan.
“This is going to be quick,” he rasps in my ear.
He pumps his hips, and every thrust hits my g-spot. It doesn’t take me long to get close, and judging by the grip he has on my hips right now, he’s close too. Bracing myself on the wall, I slam back into him, until we both come; moaning out each other’s names.
He pulls me up, and against his body. His kisses below my ear, and I can feel his heart beating quickly against my back.
As bad as I want to know if he’s leaving, I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. Sure he just fucked me like a
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