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I take his dick and hear him intake a sharp breath, obviously shocked by my actions. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his mini him.

"Motherfucker," he sibilates with a hot moany sound and I could tell he was already enjoying this. Rubbing my thumb around his shaft, I begin to bob up and down with his hand in my hair to guide my mouth.

When I look up, I see his eyes closed making him look so fucking hot. Tasting a salty warm liquid I begin to suck harder, making sure not to hurt him.

'Remember when you used to suck Aiden's dick... Wasn't it better than this shit?' I ignore my mind and focus on the man in front of me. However, I couldn't ignore the intense feeling that was building in my abdomen at a memory of Aiden and I.

Sebastian suddenly bucks up his hips. His dick hits hard down my throat, causing me to moan at his actions.

I could do this all day.

'Yeah, right.'

"This is so good, don't fucking stop you little slut." I gasp knowing he has never talked to me like that before but continue with my movement over and over again. The word 'slut' has always been a turn-off for me, but that wasn't always the case. Ever since I began engaging in numerous sexual encounters, that term triggers something deep within me. It leaves me feeling like a person of no value.

I quickly wash my thoughts away and focus my attention on Sebastian again.

At this point, nothing was left but him panting and I could tell he was close. Clenching my thighs together to stop more of my precious waterfall from coming out, I take him all in making sure not to choke.

"Shit, Just like that baby. Take it all in," he growls as I drink all his cum juice shooting down my throat and making sure to comply with his request.

I look up at him, wiping a trailing cum of him on my lip and seductively licking my thumb.

"Did you think of him?" He asked without hesitation, his tone laced with curiosity.

I couldn't help but wonder why he would bring up Aiden now, especially after we'd just shared an intimate moment.

A brief silence hangs in the air as I debate whether to be honest or not. Eventually, I choose to respond, "Of course not. I told you I could do it," I offer, concealing the truth about the thoughts that had crossed my mind during our intimate encounter. I keep to myself the comparisons I couldn't help but make, about how it used to be with Aiden.

A relieved smile graces his lips, and he playfully remarks, "My turn," as he attempts to roll me over, but I halt his movements, my hesitation lingering.

"Let's leave that for today," I mutter. "I want you to fuck me harder than you have ever had."

I know what I'm asking for but I need him to do it. I need to try not to think of anything else but him. We have always fucked slowly, like teenagers. That's not how I've ever liked to be fucked and the only person that has ever done it perfectly is Aiden.

He nods in understanding and retrieves a condom from the drawer.

I lay flat on my stomach, lifting my ass up, with my knees and hands resting on the bed.

Without a warning, he slams into me. Painfully stretching my pussy out. It's been weeks since we last fucked and this hurt like hell, but it was turning into pleasure. Sebastian's cock was big; that is a fact and not an opinion. However, I couldn't stop my mind from thinking about the idea that Aiden's one is bigger.

Today's sex was different. Our skin was colliding together, which rarely happened because we always did slow quickies.

He begins to move in and out, quicker than before and the sight of us fucking in the mirror of our wardrobe catches my eyes. Sebastian's eyes were not coming off my ass anytime soon, hypnotised by how they shook every time we collided.

He smacks my ass before harshly pressing both palms against it, his hands piercing into my skin unintentionally.

I'm so fucking close but it's like my body doesn't want to let out any release. I want him to spank me harder, and speak dirty to me, maybe that will help me release. But I can't bring myself to tell him so I just lay there while he pounds into me.

I put my head down on the bed hiding the tears forming in my eyes. I can't let Aiden win this time.

"I'm close," he growls into my ears as he bends down. "Tell me when you are so that we can cum together."

"I'm cumming. Fuck." I said, clenching around him, I need to get this shit over and done with.

"Yes!" He yells, then mutters, "Exactly like that, so fucking fantastic," before pulling out and heading to the bathroom.

I turn over to lie on my back, my head throbbing with a cocktail of regrets, pains, and the relentless exhaustion that comes with simply existing. It dawns on me that maybe I should consider seeking help from a sex therapist. Perhaps they can offer some guidance and support. I find myself wondering if I should be open to their experimental methods (I mean fucking me), allowing them to explore my desires in ways I've never dared before, testing the boundaries of pleasure without the shadows of the past.

Sebastian returns with a warm, damp cloth in hand, but I quickly rise, overwhelmed by fear and shame. "Don't worry about it. I was just about to take a shower," I mumble, not waiting for his response, and hastily make my exit.

Turning the shower on, I let it run through my hair, then down to the rest of my body.

The shower offers a brief escape, as the soothing water cascades over my body, washing away the remnants of guilt and desire. My mind is a labyrinth of problems, but one thought reigns supreme, like an unrelenting storm: Aiden. It feels as though my thoughts are forever tethered to him, his name an incessant echo that dominates my consciousness. Just once, I wish for a reprieve from the cycle of longing, memories, and heartache.

In the midst of frustration, I grip my wet hair into a tight knot, clenching my teeth together as if this physical discomfort can override the turmoil within me. I'm repulsed by my own body, craving a moment of intense release that doesn't involve him.

After what feels like an eternity of mental fatigue, I finish my shower and step out into the room. As I unlock the bathroom door, I'm met with an empty room, a haunting silence that fills my ears. My heart sinks, and dread washes over me.

He's gone again.

He left me. Again.