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he said. “It’s all about feeling. It confuses everyone. Don’t let it confuse you.”
    Did that mean he didn’t love me? I didn’t know if I could handle that, not after all we’d been through. But I knew he did; he did love me. Just getting him to verbalize it was the hard part. I wanted to scream at him, Admit it so we can move forward! I never did.
    “But this,” he said and turned me around so that my ass was facing him. “This is real. It’s pleasure. It’s flesh.” He gave my ass a good, hard smack. “It’s there, in front of you. It has nothing to do with love.”
    I shivered with delight as his hand began to play with me. I shivered when he pushed opened my legs and I shivered when I heard his zipper pull. I then felt his cock, hard as hard could be, on my ass, sliding between the cheeks before it found its way into me, into my wet and waiting pussy. He pushed it all the way in, then grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up so that he could suck at my neck before he really started fucking me. And fuck me he did. Soon, I was back on all fours and he was pumping into me, grabbing at my breasts, squeezing them, giving me everything I really wanted. Everything, that is, except for his heart.
    I forgot about all that and just went with it, with the sensations, with the fucking. He paused for a moment and gave my ass another good, hard smack before resuming fucking me. He was being rough; he was being rough with me. I loved it. I loved how he took control and made me take his cock and get every single thing I could out of it. And I wanted more.
    His hand came around and grabbed at me between the legs. His hand was now on my pussy, on my clit, allowing me move against it, allowing the orgasm that was deep inside of me to spark and then to explode. And explode it did in one, two…three! Boom! It went off like a firework and I began to shake with it, the pent-up passion inside of me coming out in a long, lust-driven wail. He moved his hands so that both could grab onto my ass so that he could fuck me even harder. And then he was right there behind me, starting to orgasm himself and I could feel him starting to pump harder inside of me. But before that could happen, he pulled out and squirted all over my back. I shook and shivered as the droplets hit me. I moaned and moved against him, feeling yet another orgasm coming, wanting to be realized. I put my own hand between my legs and moved against it, moved until I felt it and then it hit me and I came hard, so hard I almost fell to the floor. Then I did, breathing heavily.
    I exhaled loudly, feeling the real world coming back to me, settling in again. There we were, on the rug of my living room, just after a fuck. He fell on top of me, grabbing my shoulders and squeezing me tight.
    “It will all be over one day, Teagan , and we will tire of each other,” he whispered in my ear. “We are not right for one another. We are too different.”
    I turned my head to stare at him and willed myself not to cry. I’d cry later when he was gone. But I knew, deep down, he was saying these things to hurt me, to cover the real feelings he had for me. He wouldn’t admit love, ever. He was the one who needed to lose control, to give himself over to it, to love. That is why he did the things he did. I didn’t know if he would though, to be honest and because of that, I didn’t know if I could continue on with him, though the thought of it ending killed me.
    But what we had, we had. This was it. We were just in the moment, not thinking of a future but as it drew near, I realized what it held might not be what I wanted. I couldn’t run after him any longer, nor could I beg. I could, however, give into his commands and I could continue these fuck sessions. But for how long? I didn’t know and the thought scared me.
    “You don’t have to be afraid, Roman,” I told him. “You don’t have to be so afraid of love.”
    “Me?” he asked. “Me?”
    I wondered what he was getting