Emma.
Ryan was inside me, but it felt like he was already gone.
He had me on my back, legs wrapped around his waist the way we had done a thousand times before. His c**k slid in and out of my p***y in the same steady rhythm he always used—not too fast, not too slow, just enough to get the job done.
I could feel the lack of hunger in every thrust. His hands rested on my hips without gripping, without digging in like he used to when he wanted to own me. His eyes were half-lidded, staring at the pillow beside my head instead of at me. He was tired of f*****g the same p***y. I felt it in the way his body moved like it was on autopilot, like he was counting down the minutes until he could finish and roll off.
But I still loved it. God help me, I did.
I arched my back and moaned louder tha
