He slams into me again and again, and his hands are everywhere once again—-
Everywhere!
"P-Please."
"Tell me exactly what you want," he growls.
"M-More."
"More what?"
"Everything!"
"Not enough."
And when I feel him start to withdraw as if he's about to punish me—-
Nooo!
And that's when I find myself saying all the things I truly feel.
H-Harder.
J-Just like that.
M-Make me f-feel like y-you're about to t-tear me apart.
And that's exactly what he does.
The moment he swells to an impossible size inside of me—-
Thrusting so, so deep that we're truly one flesh—-
Aaaaaaah.
Pleasure tears me apart as he fills me to the brim, his thick seed running down my thighs.
And when I wake up in the middle of the night—-
He does it again.
Because when I wake up, he's gone—-
No, no, no.
And I suddenly can't stop crying, suddenly can't stop wondering if it's going to be the past all over again.
No, no, no.
Because I just heard the front door beeping as it unlocks.
Please, no. Please.
But I know I didn't imagine it.
Keiran is leaving me.
Again.