He moves and groans. “I’m fucked.” His voice is scratchy from our copious amounts of alcohol last night.“Um, I think it’s me who is fucked,” I mutter dryly.I feel him smile broadly as he kisses my head again.We lie still for a moment as reality starts to sink in, knowing he has to get up and leave.We both know he does, but that doesn’t make it any easier.His lips drop to my neck and he kisses me as his hand finds his favorite spot between my legs. “I need you one last time, Rosh,” he whispers as he runs his jaw whiskers back and forth gently along my skin.I nod, unable to speak because the lump in my throat has blocked out all sense. “I know,” is all I can eventually muster.He slides his finger in and hisses in approval. “Oh, baby, you feel too good. How am I going to live without this?” he whispers.I close my eyes to block him out. I don’t want his last memory of me to be crying like a baby.“Open for me.”I drop my legs back to the mattress and he rises above me, onto his el
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