Arron Hayre

me:

Drake:  Lobster and Céline for all my babies that I miss

“Aubrey Graham, I don’t know if I can do this. I mean, Jay…” She trailed off as she bit her lip. “Jay is great”. 

“But you know you’re missing something. You need something new. Something young, fun, fresh. You and Jay love each other but you know you’re not in love.“ Aubrey said, laying down next to Bey and placing his hand on her stomach.

Bey turned her head to look at Aubrey, knowing all of it was true. “I mean, we’re more like roommates now. We just talk about the babysitters and the plane trip and the house… It’s so boring. All the shit I do is boring.” Bey said.

“Then let’s mix it up.” Aubrey said and leaned in, for a deep kiss that left them both breathless and Bey straddling Aubrey.

“I just don’t care anymore. I want this. I want you.” Bey said as she kissed him again. Their kisses were heating up, fire, Bey was grinding against Aubrey’s hips and his hands were sliding up the back of her shirt. He lifted his hands up all the way so he could toss the shirt away. Aubrey admired Bey’s perfect skin and breasts spilling over her bra.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he felt at her breasts over her bra. Bey leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensation. No one had touched there in a while.

She leaned in to kiss Aubrey again, putting her hand on his belt and unbuckling his jeans. Aubrey grabbed at Bey’s ass, hard.

“You’re mine. All mine. Fuck what you heard.” Aubrey said possessively, unbuckling Bey’s jeans to grab at her bare ass…”

- “Mine ft Drake” by trufflebutter (x)

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