Tory
"What you mean, I'm gone miss my flight?" I asked my driver while my manager was on the phone talking.
We was stuck in traffic and my flight was due to take off in about thirty more minutes while we were almost forty-five minutes away from the airport. I would've taken the private jet but the whole crew was already in Chicago and I wasn't trying to take a whole jet for just little old me.
Three weeks had passed since I'd last talked to 'Yona and I was giving her space but I already told her if I didn't hear from her before I left then I was done. Her time had run out so for right now, she was the last thing on my mind.
"Tory calm down you're not even really due at the concert for another two days we got ti-" my manager tried to say but I needed a distraction and that included going over my tour route at least ten times and going over every single tiny bit of detail as many times possible.
"I know that but I'm trying to be there earlier so I can start going over every little detail. And plus I'm trynna get a lil' one on one with some of them Chicago females too," I lied.
"Hey, boss should we turn around? I just got word that the plane just took off."
Fuck, I muttered before hanging up. "Yea, just turn 'round."
It took us another hour to get back to my house, thanking my driver I headed into the house. Throwing my bag to the side, I went up the stairs, heading for my room. It was already nine so my ass was just gone roll one up and head to bed.
I walked into my room, stopping dead in my tracks, right there laying in my bed was 'Yona in some red lingerie and some sexy ass heels.
"What you doing here?" I asked, confused as fuck.
"You know what I'm doing here, Tory you told me to come back when I'm ready and I'm ready.., sorry bout your flight that was kind of my doing, I asked your driver to make sure you missed your flight."
"You did what?" I asked. Meanwhile, my greedy ass eyes took her body inch by inch, "How you know I was leaving today?"
"Don't worry bout that," she deflected, walking slowly towards me.
Standing in front of me, her doe eyes hypnotized mines. She had a mischievous little twinkle in her eyes as we both stood still, carefully watching the other.
I knew she wanted me to make the first move; shit when it came to her sexual preferences, I knew her like the back of my hand.
Sexually, Yona loved when I controlled her body, there was no question that for the most part, it excited her not knowing what I would do to her.
But, she wasn't getting away with this that easy, fuck that, "Why you here 'Yona?"
She licked her lips, "Can we talk after? Its hard when I'm thinking about.., other things." Closing the distance between us, she tried to kiss me.
Instead, I grabbed both of her wrists from my chest, pushing her up against the door with her hands pinned above her head, "Nah, that can wait, what is you doing here?"
Her chest heaved and her eyes glazed over, damn. My member stirred to life. She was going be the death of me if she kept this shit up.
"I'm not gone ask again," I told her snapping her back to reality.
"You know why Tory, I want a real one by me," she said, "and plus I think you got me addicted to you."
Leaning down I kissed her. Lifting her up, I took her over to the bed.
She was on my lap, "And you not just saying that cause you need another hit," I laughed. She laughed too, but then got quiet, "We just gone have to find out after." Leaning in she started gently sucking on my bottom lip, kissing me.
Pulling my shirt off I flipped us over so I was laying on top of her. Slowly, I kissed down her body and spread thighs. Breathing her intoxicating scent in I looked up at her beautiful face while I use my knuckles to tease her pearl.
She sits up a little watching me anxiously, gripping her thighs I taste her through the thin material, sucking at her clit before ripping her panties and face diving in between her legs.
"Ohhh, Toryy!"

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Fanfiction**SEXUAL CONTENT AND PROFANITY* * READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Ayona was never the settle down type chick. Shoot, she changed her men like she changed her clothes. But what happens when she stumbles upon Tory, will she be able to resist or will she write h...