Feel What You Do To Me

I couldn’t say it.

I just stood there, breathing fast, pressed against his sweaty body, hating how much I wanted him again.

“This is a bad idea,” I whispered.

“I know,” he said, voice low. “But you’re still here. You came back because you wanted this. Because you can’t stop thinking about how I fucked you. How I filled you up. How you cried and begged for more.”

“Shut up,” I said, pushing at hi