Soon we’re both panting for air, racing to take each other’s clothes off. I don’t take my time with her like I normally would, instead I strip her down and f**k her against the wall. She wraps her legs and arms around me as I thrust hard and fast inside her.
Our moans and screams fill the air. It’s a battle of desperate times and marking her. Desperate for her to love me the way I love her. I want her body and soul, but now I’m doubting everything about us. Was she ever mine to begin with?
Her nails claw at my back as I mark her neck. She rides my c**k like it’s her life mission, but I know her feelings for me aren’t like they used to be. Perhaps I’m struggling with her memory loss more than I realized and it’s just now catching up to me.
Either way, I won’t give up without a fight.
Lo
