“I hate you for not telling me why you broke up with me. That s**t came out of nowhere, and you just dropped me like I never meant anything to you. I was going f*****g crazy, and you ignored me." If he wasn't drilling into me, I would have thought he was crying.
"You wouldn’t talk to me. You wouldn’t give me s**t. I deserved a f*****g reason, and you treated me like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.” His lips fall open with a groan, and I reach up and flatten my hand against his chest, right over his tattoo.
My eyes well up with tears as my body begins to heat up. Frank,” I whisper, sliding my hand along his skin to his neck, gripping him to bring us closer. He grabs my hand, flattens it above my head, and locks it there with my other, holding me at my wrists.
His thrusts pick up, bec
