On the Way Down
The Prologue
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On the Way Down
unfulfilled lust. They lives in two different worlds,
with different lives, different goals, and different purposes. There was
something more. But not love. Nevere.
entirely different people with only one kind of unfulfilled lust.
as his lips collided harshly with hers, his hands stripping off her last
article of clothing as his arousal pressed against her inner thigh. Fingers
traveled down his well-defined chest to grip his straining manhood, gently
leading the tip to brush against her entrance. A deep moan of aval val from him
was met by her own groan as he entered her slowly, her inner walls stretching
to accommodate the unexpected large intrusion.
softly lick her breasts, sucking gently on a nipple as his entire length
settled inside her. No matter how much of a release this gave both of them, she
could never figure out why he always took i gen gently. One would think that
lust would bring anger along, but such was not the case. He was… different. He
cared for her in some extent. He cared more than anyone ever would. And she was
eternally grateful to him for that.
nothing but anger and bitterness. She thought she could live her whole life
holding everything inside, but it was getting to be too much. She couldn’t
handle all of the stress in her life… and that’s when he came in. He helped her rid herself of that stress, of all the
problems she couldn’t deal with. He helped her. It wasn’t just sex. There was
something more. But not love. Never love. She swore she would never love again.
he chose deep, fast strokes, trying to reach both of their peaks quickly. She
cried out his name shamelessly as she came, lubricating his arousal and
allowing him to slide in and out of her easily. The hot friction between their
two bodies became even more intense as she hooked her legs around his waist, bringing
him deeper inside her.
continued to pound into her ruthlessly, determined to reach his climax. She
would’ve never thought that he, so caring and gentle, could ever be rough, but
even when he was being rough with her, his true character still shone through.
characteristic she had ever wanted but could never have.
mouth as he gave a final thrust, spilling his seed into her as her body milked
it up. They had never worried about protection, but that was the least of her
worries right now. All she needed was him, once a week. He was all she ever
wanted.
intentions. He was so giving that she accepted the opportunity once it was
handed to her. Honestly, she was a little curious, but it was none of her
business. He never asked about her, so it was only fair that she do the same.
ever play fair?
as he slept peacefully, almost too good to be true. And he probably was. She
would never be enough for him. Not that she wanted to. But yes, she thought
about it often. If anyone ever found out, they’d be dead. In
a second, with no hesitation on her behalf.
his.
shades as she sighed wistfully, withdrawing her hand. She’d never understand
him. They lived in two different worlds, with different lives, different goals,
different purposes. And somehow their lives were
forever intertwined. She craved him, needed him, wanted
him. It was another addiction she couldn’t bear to live without.
him.
to find her staring at him. And all he could do was stare back. Decent
conversations barely passed between them, despite the close contact they had
grown so accustomed to. He knew better than to make a remark about he khe knew…
he knew that it wasn’t just sex.
There was something more. But not love. Never love.
again.