When Andi and Abel meet at a club they can't seem to get enough of each other. With Abel's cocky, bad boy, ways mixed with Andi's stubborn independence and being a tease also mixed in with the music business and messy baby mama's and twisted friends...
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Andi
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"Say it, say my name!" Abel demands, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling my hair. "Shit!" He heavily thrusts into me letting out a heavy moan as our skin rub together.
"Oh, yeah, just like that come on!" He groans.
I'm gripping the bed sheets as hard as I can, screaming so loud that the back of my throat burned.
Abel groans as he lays on top of me still thrusting into me. "That's right girl," he whispers before he bites down on my neck.
Abel pulls himself up pulling me up with him doing circular motions with his hips and doing hard thrusts. It was like a pattern; roll his hips, in and out, hard thrusts. I fell back over onto my forearms, not being able to hold myself up anymore since Abel's hands were wrapped around my thighs.
"Fuck, Andi!"
He starts yelling streams of curse words which made the sex that much better. Abel pulls my hair again, which I can tell is a sign that he was close.
Abel lets out a loud groan, one that has been waiting to be let out. I laid the back of my head on his shoulder. He gently pulls my chin to make my lips meet his, he smiles in between multiple kisses. He pulls my hair again before we both reached our peak, collapsing on the bed and we lay there for a good couple of minutes letting ourselves calm down from our highs.
I crawl from underneath him and get out of bed before grabbing my silk black robe from the hook on my bathroom door all the while, Abel is watching me the whole time.
"What you doing?" Abel asks.
"You can go now," I say, scratching my scalp.
I never expect men to stay the night afterward because if I do they'll start thinking they can always have a place to crash at and a girl to fuck in order to do so. Then I'll start growing feelings for a nigga who never cared, so I keep my distance so I won't get trapped.
"Who said I was going to leave right after?" He asks resting his arm on his forehead. "You could probably get some in the morning before I leave-"
"Abel, look," I say getting back into bed, sitting on my ankle and putting my hands together. "I'll save myself the time. I know you're the guy that leads girls on, and if it's good enough you'll go back to the girl until you get bored or until they start growing feelings and you don't want that to happen."
