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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.