Resting on his elbows, he looks into my eyes and presses something to my lips. I furrow my brows until the familiar feeling of my medication summons me. He brought my pills. I open my lips and take it.
“Swallow baby," he breathes heavily, and I do. My eyes flicking between his blue orbs. The pills dry in my throat, I cough them down.
“Do you have s*x with Farrah too? Do you make love to her like you do me?" I can't help but ask.
His hand caresses my collarbone. “Like I said, Harley, Farrah is you and one day you will see that. I can't love you without loving her, baby." He shrugs, pumping in and out of me. Hearing that stings. I don't care if it's me, it doesn't feel like it's me.
Still, most men wouldn't f**k with my kind of crazy. For Benji to love all of mine, and want to help me
