Leaning a hand on his chest, I reach for his free hand and shove it under my shirt. My eyes close at the touch of his palm against my stomach, tears pouring down my face as I rut into him without mercy. Nothing matters but this, his touch on my skin. His body around mine. The pleasure and peace only he brings me. My chest tightens with the emotions threatening to choke me. I don’t know what to do with them or how to deal with it. I’m overwhelmed by them and him. My anchor in the shit storm that is my life. Jeremy wraps his legs around me to keep me deep. “Use me,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.
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