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Addiction

... up to caress his face but he pins my hands down on the floor, above my head. He starts to fuck me even harder, his fingers gripping onto my waist, almost painfully while he licks around my breasts, finding a nipple and biting at it with his teeth, sending little shock waves down my body. I close my eyes, unable to look at him as he continues to fuck me relentlessly. I’m trying to hold back my tears as he continues to use my body, whispering that I’m his only. That triggers something inside me, reminding me of the times he made me cry. He is ruthless and insensitive and hardly noticed that his actions will hurt me. He even ruined my birthday. I had planned a quiet dinner for just him and me. I had waited for hours and he never came. When I saw him again, he simply said that he had forgotten. He never apologized. It meant nothing to him. He barely noticed that I was upset. Instead, he played with my weaknesses and I ended up in his bed. He knew my body so well and knew exactly what to do for me to turn into his willing slut again. And this is exactly what is he doing right now. His groans are getting louder and I know he is close. His hand releases my arms and I instinctively wrap them around him. I start to moan, allowing the pleasure to take over me, forgetting for a moment about us. I moan each time his cock hits me deep within my walls. His fingers dig into my hips, I can barely hear the filthy words he whispers to me but I know them by heart already. His lips are on mine, ...

... our bodies moving together, his hard cock within my soft folds, his large hands gripping me so tightly, almost painfully. I can feel him pulsing inside me. I feel the first waves of pleasure overtaking my body and cry out his name. He suddenly moans out, losing control. He slams inside me harder than before and shoots his seed inside me, muttering once again that he owns me. We just lay there, clung to each other. I close my eyes again, taking in his scent. I do not dare to move, I don’t want to break this moment. I want him to stay there, like this, with me. I’m remembering my resolve. This is the last time we’re together and I have to confront him. I groan as he starts to move, pulling out of me, mumbling an excuse about needing to leave early the next day for work. I know what it means, I am so used to it but it still hurts me. He wants me to leave now that he got what he wanted. Once again, I feel rejected. I get up, grab my things and walk to the bathroom. I sort myself, fixing my makeup and putting the little dress on again. I face my reflection in the mirror, knowing it is time to announce the big news. I have to inform him that I am leaving town, moving to a new city and that my career is picking up. I also need to let him know that I am tired of this situation and want a real relationship. The rest is up to him, if he cares for me, he can stop me. I realize at that moment that I am still willing to give him one last chance and that if he tells me what I want to hear, ...