I told myself I hated him, and I did, but that didn’t mean I stopped missing him or the animalistic touch that only he could give me. The bastard ruined me for all other men. I can’t look at anyone else and feel this overwhelming pleasure and these damned emotions. No. I roll my hips, taking him as he goes deeper. There are no emotions involved here. There shouldn’t be any emotions. This is only about physical attraction and taking care of each other’s bodily needs.
