Slow Down | •Tory Lanez• (Editing Updates Slow)

Motivational Speaker💆🏽‍♀️

Ayona

I woke up the next morning before my alarm, reaching for my phone I turned my alarm off. I had already made up my mind about not going in to work, so I made sure to email and text Gregg to let him know I'd be working from home.

From there on he'd know to upload anything I needed to do to the Cloud.

It wasn't until I heard a light snore, that I'd realized Tory was laying just a few inches next to me, I remembered our recent activities.

After we'd been done with our kitchen workout, last night; he'd cleaned me up and brought me to bed. Shortly before I'd passed out, I vaguely remembered asking him to stay the night with me.

Damn, us fucking was great but the kissing and letting him sleep over...

You had one job, follow the damn rules of a playa,  ya broke three of' em already and all with the same nigga.

Getting up I headed to the shower.

What the hell am I thinking, first you go ahead and fuck him for two-plus weeks, now you've kissed him and not only let him sleep over but you asked.

I'd fucked up and I had no idea how I was going to deal with my mistake.

I might be starting to like—nah, that's just pussy talk. All I gotta do is fall back some.

Right then my thoughts were interrupted, the shower door opened, "You got a extra toothbrush?" I pointed towards the mirror.

I was almost done when I felt him press up against my backside. I felt his hands on my shoulders, turning me around. I couldn't help but stare at his tattoos, his abs and then his deliciously long and thick.., pussy talk girl, think.

"See something you want?"

If only he knew how much I was trynna wrap my lips around that dick.

"Boy bye." As I tried to make an escape, I rolled my eyes but nope; he'd stopped me and I just couldn't deny what I wanted.

"Nahh, where you trynna run off to?" he asked. Pushing me up against the wall. His soft lips claimed mine roughly, I moaned as I caught a taste of him, minty.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I pulled him closer, another moan ghosting passed my lips and then, a surprised gasp when he lifted me up.

I was still sore from last night and he must've known by the ways he'd entered me slowly. So I could get used to him before building up speed, soon enough he had me cumin before he pulled out. I washed myself up again before stepping out.

I had already put on some lotion and gotten into some comfortable clothes by the time Tory was out of the shower.

I left some men's basketball shorts on the bed before I went to the kitchen, I'd also left a hoodie on the bed but I doubted he was going to wear it, niggas.

I had made me a spicy omelet with spinach, potatoes, and toast before I started making him the same thing only his eggs were cheesy, when he came up behind me, "Damn this mine? This banging."

I turned around and his ass was eating out of my plate so I flipped his omelet into a plate along with everything else before turning around, "If you don't back off my plate."

Sitting his plate beside mine, I pulled my plate away from him when he kept picking out of it, "Whats the difference?" he shrugged.

"Mines spicy, yours cheesy duhh, now water, orange juice or Naked? I got the mango jaunt and the strawberry."

When I didn't hear anything, I turned around. He was barely standing inches away, looking at me from head to toes.

"You must be trynna get yourself in trouble with them booty shorts you got on," he said taking a step toward me causing me take one back too.

When he had me against the counter, he laid a few kisses on my neck before gently biting down and whispering in my ear, "I can tell by that limp you still trynna recover so imma let you do that but unless you wanna be bent over the table after we done eatin'..," he trailed off.

Just as quickly as he'd started, he averted me, reaching in the fridge for a bottled water before sitting down and eating.

Lord messing with him I'm gone be needing hits five times a day, just being around him or thinking about him sore or not.

After getting my thoughts back together, I got me some water and some Naked before sitting down to eat.

When we were done eating and I was washing the dishes and cleaning up, he went into the living room to take a call. When I was done, I went to my room to give him privacy.

Flopping onto my bed, I reached for the remote. Two minutes into the first episode of the fourteenth season and Tory walked in, "You mind if I chill with you till I gotta go handle some business?"

I shrugged, "Yea, it's whatever."

"What's this you watching?"

"Grey's Anatomy on Netflix."

"Oh heard of it, never watched it. Ion even know how long it's been since I had time to watch anything on Netflix."

I paused the show, turning to him. "What you mean 'you don't know how long it's been since you was on Netflix?' Tory you famous. Not dead, you better find time cause Netflix actually be having some good movies and shows."

He laughed, "Yea you right, but being an artist means you gotta be the life of everything, especially if you a nigga then, you gotta have the most females or if you not working and getting bread then you gotta be either throwing a party or at one just to prove you a boss and shit..."

Getting out from underneath my blankets I sat cross-legged across from him. "You wanna know why most rappers or singers start out so good but then end up turning to shit after they get a little fame?"

"Cause they already got the fame and money so they stop trying," he shrugged.

"Well that too but after the fame they just start rapping bout what other people tell them to rap about or they start following the 'new wave'  just cause that's what's guaranteed to make them hella fast money. So first y'all focus on being the main thing, the one that makes y'all different than the rest, and then you let society and the industry turn you to money hungry and brainless soldiers."

He just looked at me for a minute, so I continued.

"All I'm trying to say is keep doing what put you on the map in the first place, do what makes you different from all these mumbling ass niggas."

"I don't know nothing about being famous but clearly it's stressful and there's a lot of pressure and all, but you still you, shit if you don't want to be bothered tell them niggas to fuck off so you can take a day off for yourself."

"Don't let the industry start telling how to make ya own music when you the reason they even got you there to be making them money..," I finished trailing off when he started smiling.

"You should be a motivational speaker or something, shit I'm boutta fire my whole assistant just so you can take her place," he told me grinning.

"Nahh I work for one rich nigga already I couldn't deal with two."

We spent the rest of the day just talking and chilling.