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Rafe Cameron/Drew Starkey Part 1

Continuation of part one. Big Dick Ex-Boyfriend 💦 (part 2. ugh I am so rusty I am sorry my loves. 😩)

The living room was still dim as you sat anxiously on the couch. You tapped your fingers against your knee counting down the minutes until you heard his truck. You were nervous for many reasons. You hadn’t seen him in a few months and had ignored his calls and texts the entire time. And now you were about to get pounded out in the same cousin’s house you vented to about how toxic Rafe was. You hoped Kiara was still hungover enough from the night before to not know he was coming and more importantly not hearing you getting fucked. You had a very hard time staying quiet though.

The other part of you was excited. Your stomach doing flips and pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him sliding that monster inside you. Your hair was still wild from sleep, big t-shirt on that swallowed your frame, you hadn’t showered yet. You didn’t have time to think about any of that because the growl of his truck along with heavy bass made your heart drop. You stood up, taking a deep breath as you quietly unlocked the door. You opened it slowly, watching as his truck turned off and he stepped out. And fuck…you had forgotten how sexy he was.

Rafe walked with an effortless confident stride. Tall and broad, with a faded buzzcut you knew he got lined up frequently and insane blue eyes. His black t-shirt clung to his muscled torso, tan work khaki’s hung low on his toned hips. You opened the door wider as he stepped onto the porch, crossing your arms as he gave you a smirk that sent a shock right down to your core.

Following you quietly down the hall and into the room you had been staying in, you shut the door and locked it. He towered over you as he walked you backwards towards the unmade bed, hand already coming down to unbuckle his belt. “Why you actin shy for?” He asked, his voice low and strained, cocky ass fucking smile on his face. The back of your knees touched the bed, eyes looking up as he took off his shirt. You watched as he popped the button open to his pants, after stepping out of his work boots, pulling his boxers down to show you what you had been wanting.

You instinctively spread your legs open, biting your lower lip as he let out a low chuckle. You hated how cocky he was, even though he had every right to be looking and packin’ like that. Grabbing your plush hips to pull you closer, he pushed your t-shirt up before throwing one your legs over his muscled shoulder and the other bent back towards you. You looked between the two of you, dick heavy in his hand. His dick was thick with a smooth base, it stretching you out every fucking time. Not only that it was long, touching you places that always left you sore the next day.

He ran the fat tip along your wet folds before slowly pushing himself in. He watched your mouth fall open, head tilting back as he buried himself inside you before pulling all the way back out. The base of his dick was shiny with your sweetness as he laughed a little at the whine you let out from being empty. “What?” He asked, slowly sliding in again about half way just to be an asshole.

“Rafe quit fuckin’ playing.” You mumbled, growing increasingly frustrated by the second.

He slid out all the way again, causing you to shoot daggers at him as you began to protest. That’s when he slammed into your hole in one go. Then he began moving and it was over with. “This what you wanted so bad huh? Been ignoring me for months and now you wanna get your pussy fucked out?”

Your eyes rolled back, the sound of his voice making your cunt clench around him. You could barely get any words out, just moans that you already couldn’t keep quiet. Rafe didn’t give a fuck either. He just picked up the pace, caging you in as he made you look up. “Nah baby. Watch yourself take this fucking dick.” His voice strained as he gave you a nasty tongue kiss before pulling back. His abs flexed as he threw both your legs over his shoulders, thin gold chain gleaming off the morning sun as he adjusted himself inside you before his thrusts started all over again.

“Rafe baby.. fuck. T-too much.” You moaned, the sound of your slickness and skin slapping filling the room as he bottomed out inside you. He was so fucking deep, fucking you so that you’d remember just whose dick you kept drunk babbling about the night before.

Your Big Dick Ex-Boyfriend knows exactly how to get to you. 😋🍆 (Hi my beautiful loves. 🌸 I am very rusty. So please go easy on me lol.)

Having an ex-boyfriend like Rafe wasn’t easy. He was arrogant, got angry at the littlest things, and never thought he did anything wrong. It was after a fight over something so stupid that you left because you knew it was never going to change with him. You could no longer tip toe around him , deal with his extremely particular behavior or the fact he was the cockiness man alive. However, there was one thing about him you couldn’t seem to let go. That was he had a huge wiener. You were talking third leg type of shit.

It had been almost a month since you had left the apartment the two of you shared and he hadn’t let up still. You had blocked him on everything. His number, instagram, even Facebook messenger. You were convinced he was crazy. You had been staying with your cousin Kiara, doing your best to go on about life and forget Rafe Cameron ever existed. A girl can only go so long though without sex, watching porn and using your toys were not cutting it anymore. All you could think about was one thing.

A night out with the girls and too much Tequila in your system had you unblocking his number by the end of the night. You texted him, told him how much you missed his dick, and since he had huge ego he of course thrived off of you unblocking him just to have you blowing up his phone telling about how much you wanted him to pound your pussy. How he had the biggest dick ever.

It was the next morning when your head was pounding that you picked up your phone after hearing a text notification followed by another one. You unlocked it, your text thread with Rafe pulling up. You cursed, seeing the last two things he had sent you. A mirror selfie of him, black t-shirt reading Cameron Development, lifted up to expose his tight abs. His khaki work pants unbuttoned and unzipped, heavy cock hanging out as he gripped it one hand. He wasn’t even hard yet and it was massive. You bit your lower lip, reading the next message.

“Let me come pound your pussy out before I go to work.”

You knew as soon as you said okay that it was over with. He’d come fuck you and you’d be moving back in with him that day. As toxic as this shit was you were addicted to him.

“Kiara is here.” You texted back watching as the bubbles came up almost immediately.

DREW STARKEY a while ago in Los Angeles, California.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, food play, black!reader, oral sex, hair pulling, fingering, no proof read, dark skin!reader

you feel the cool air of the cameron’s beach house kiss your bare skin as rafe locks the bedroom door behind him. the party downstairs is still raging, kelce and his crew blasting music, but up here it’s just you, rafe, and the can of whipped cream he swiped from the kitchen.

your dark skin glows under the low lamp light, box braids cascading down your back and past your ass like a thick curtain. the diamond anklet he bought you last month sparkles around your ankle every time you shift on the bed.

“been thinkin’ about this all night,” rafe murmurs, voice low and rough as he stalks toward you. he’s already shirtless, board shorts hanging low on his hips, that cocky smirk playing on his lips. “my girl lookin’ too good in that little dress. i had to get you alone.” he whispers.

he peels the thin fabric off you slowly, letting it pool on the floor until you’re naked beneath him. your full tits, the curve of your waist, the way your braids spill over the sheets, rafe’s eyes darken with hunger.

he shakes the whipped cream can, the metal clinking softly, then presses the nozzle against your collarbone. cold white cream spirals out in a thick line down between your breasts, over your stomach, circling each nipple until they’re peaked and aching.

“rafe…” you breathe, arching a little as the chill makes you shiver. “shh, baby. let me taste.” he leans down, tongue dragging slow and hot over your skin, licking the sweetness from your collarbone first. his mouth is greedy, sucking gently at the sensitive spot before moving lower.

he swirls his tongue around one whipped cream covered nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a wet pop that makes you moan. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging as he devours you.

he trails lower, painting more cream along the dip of your hips, then down your thighs. the anklet catches the light as he spreads your legs wider, diamond flashing while he settles between them. rafe sprays a messy line right above your pussy, letting it drip down teasingly before his mouth follows.

his tongue laps it up in long, filthy strokes, sweet cream mixing with your wetness as he eats you like he’s starving. he hums against your clit, the vibration shooting pleasure up your spine.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he growls, voice muffled. one hand grips your thick braid, wrapping it around his fist like a leash while the other holds your thigh open. he adds more whipped cream, making a sticky trail over your folds, then sucks it all off with obscene sounds that echo in the room. your hips buck against his face, braids shifting wildly as you chase the building heat.

rafe doesn’t stop. he fucks you with his tongue, licking every last drop of cream from your dripping cunt until you’re shaking, thighs squeezing around his head. the anklet bounces lightly against his shoulder with every twitch of your leg.

“come on, baby. let me hear you,” he demands, sucking hard on your clit while two fingers slide deep inside you. the pressure snaps, and you cum with a broken moan, body arching off the bed as waves crash through you.

rafe pulls back, lips shiny with cream and your slick, grinning up at you. “we ain’t done yet. got a whole can left.” he sprays a dollop right on the tip of his hard cock, stroking himself slowly. “your turn to clean me up.” he teased.

you sit up, braids falling forward as you lean in, ready to return the favor, tongue swirling around his cream covered length while he watches with light eyes.

he sprays another thick swirl of whipped cream right along his hard cock, from base to tip, the cold making him hiss through his teeth. “clean it up, baby. use that pretty mouth,” he orders, voice rough.

you wrap your fingers around the base, the diamond anklet sparkling as your leg shifts for balance. your dark skin contrasts against his, lips parting as you drag your tongue slow up the underside, licking every sweet drop. the cream mixes with the salty taste of his skin, and you moan around him, taking him deeper. rafe groans, one hand fisting your thick braids to guide you. “fuck yeah… just like that.”

you hollow your cheeks, sucking him down wet and messy, tongue swirling to catch every bit of whipped cream. your head bobs faster, braids swaying with the rhythm while you take him to the back of your throat. rafe’s hips twitch, pushing a little deeper, the wet sounds of your mouth filling the room.

“shit, your mouth feels too good,” he pants, watching your full lips stretch around him. you look up at him through your lashes, eyes watering a little as you work him harder, sucking, licking, stroking what you can’t fit. more cream gets added when he pulls out briefly, only for you to dive back in, slurping it all off like it’s your favorite treat.

his grip tightens in your braids, abs flexing as he gets close. “gonna cum, baby—don’t stop.” he whimpers.

and you don’t! you suck him sloppier, faster, until his cock twitches hard on your tongue. rafe curses loud, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum spill down your throat. you swallow every drop, milking him through it while the last bits of whipped cream mix with his release. he keeps your head in place for a few seconds longer, breathing heavy, before finally letting go.

Your boyfriend was built like a god — broad shoulders, thick arms, and rock-hard abs that flexed under your palms every time he moved.

Tonight, he was lying on his back in bed, watching you with dark, hungry eyes as you straddled his waist. You were already soaked, and instead of sinking down and fucking him, you slowly dragged your dripping pussy across his abs.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, hands gripping your hips as you started grinding on him.

The hard ridges of his abs felt incredible against your clit. Every roll of your hips made your slick folds slide over the deep grooves of muscle, the friction perfect and filthy. You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his massive chest for leverage as you rode his abs harder.

He flexed them beneath you on purpose, making the ridges even more pronounced. The wet sounds of your pussy gliding over his skin filled the room as you moaned, grinding your swollen clit against the hard planes of his stomach.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “Using my abs like your own personal toy. So fucking wet for me.”

You whimpered, moving faster, chasing that pressure. Every time you rolled your hips forward, your clit caught perfectly on the ridges, sending sparks through your whole body. His hands guided you, helping you grind down harder as your juices smeared all over his sculpted stomach.

“That’s it, ride me,” he growled, eyes locked on where your pussy was sliding messily over his abs. “Make yourself cum all over me.”

The combination of his voice and the relentless friction finally pushed you over the edge. You came hard, thighs shaking as you ground down against his abs, soaking his stomach with your release.