Haunting-Adeline

“Fuck, Addie, fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, each word
punctuated by a thrust of his hips. My pussy milks him dry, wringing out
every last drop un l I’m impossibly full of him. His seed nearly bursts from
me when he pulls out, the thick semen streaming down my legs like the
raindrops on the windows.
Our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart is the only thing le
to listen to.
The rain has subsided to a light trickle, as if to mock me. Because when it
was pouring, I was calm and sure of my resolve while the world around me
was howling and raging. I wanted him—craved him—but I was certain I
would never love him. And now that the rain has calmed, my resolve has
sha ered, and I’m le with a screaming heart and a silenced world.