Tessa's POV For years…. I have loved a man. Or maybe that wasn't love. It was an obsession. Lust even, because I had imagined him fucking me everywhere in my mind. My pussy clenched tightly anytime he was close. My thighs trembled just from him brushing his fingers on mine. My nipples tightened just from the sight of his bare body I usually peeped on anytime he was working out or swimming. His body was usually fifty shades sexy with the water or sweat dripping down his broad chest. I’d feel like licking it off with my tongue. Most times, I'd run to my room, peeled off my damp panties and slammed my fingers into my slippery pussy imagining that they were his. Forbidden. Crazy right?But it doesn't feel like it when he rocked me to sleep every night because I couldn't stop dreaming about the accident that claimed my father's life right before my eyes when I was just six. It doesn't feel like it when he'd scare off the bullies who made me feel less of myself because I don't have
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