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I wasn’t his first love, nor was he mine. In fact truth be told I didn’t actually like him so why did he consume my thoughts? Why did I crave his touch? Why did I want....him? I closed my eyes and flashbacks of last night penetrate my mind. His head between my thighs, his hot, wet tongue giving me pleasure I’d never felt before. The way he moved inside me. Hard but soft. The way his hand cupped my cheek as my entire body shook from pleasure. It was never supposed to be him. Coming soon after Fractured.
It’s a hard fact knowing you were never his first love. That there was someone who stole his heart first.
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