To Love A Monster
I say, opening my eyes to look into his, to see his eyes darken with lust as he thrusts in hard, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my face.
I am pure sensation, electricity, a live wire.
“Tell me it’s real, and I’ll make you come. Tell me it’s real, V,” he says.
“It’s real. It’s real.”
“Swear it.”
“I swear it. It’s real. Please. God. Please. I need to come… Oh…”
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