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I grunt out my pleasure when she grips my shaft and guides it to her pussy. When she rubs my cock along her entrance, we both moan, the feeling akin to nothing in this world. But when she lowers herself onto me, my dick sinking into her, I know thatthisis pure nirvana.
With our eyes locked, she lowers herself until she’s filled full. Our connection is ecstasy, and I look down, loving how our bodies have become one. And with that, she begins rocking slowly, fucking me and taking control.
She plants her hands on my chest and leads a dance I’ve missed so much. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I’ve practically been neutered since she left me because my hands are a poor substitute for hers. But she reaches down and coaxes me to look at her. When I do, I see that tears have filled her eyes.
As she begins to move faster and faster, I don’t know whether they’re tears of happiness, pleasure, or pain. When she cries out, I know it’s a combination of all three. For now, I will focus on the rightness of our union because I know I’ll never feel this ever again.
Her confidence is a complete turn-on, and as she takes from me what she so desperately needs, I give her my all. She can milk me dry for all I care because, without her, I’m nothing. She raises her hips and then slams back down onto me, an impassioned moan whooshing from her lungs.
The sound of our bodies slapping against one another is a complete head rush, and I can’t help but latch onto her hips to help pick up the pace. She whimpers and claws her fingernails into my pecs, bouncing up and down on my dick as we race toward the finish line.
If this is it, then I want her to know that I’ll never stop loving her. “You’re my everything. Never forget that,angelo.” She groans low in her throat, tossing her head back and riding me wild. “I’m sorry for hurting you, but I’ll never be sorry for loving you the way I do. I know you don’t love me anymore, and that’s okay. Knowing that you once did is enough. It’s enough to get me through. It’ll always be you, Madison. You’ll always be my forever.”
She begins to cry as she rocks faster and harder. Her muscles squeeze my cock, but I hold out a second longer. I need her to know one final thing.
I run my hand over her thumping heart, gently stroking over her pendant. “Il mio cuore è tuo. Ti amo sempre.” I know she has no idea what I just said, and that’s okay. I said it for me. I said it as the final goodbye.
She screams, and her body shudders wildly. The sight of her full tits, freshly fucked hair, and flushed skin is enough to send me over, and I attempt to pull out as I’m seconds away from coming. Madison swiftly clenches down and holds me prisoner, so with no other choice, I explode in a loud, sated growl.
I come so violently, I grip the sofa, afraid I’m about to launch off and not come back down. Soon after, Madison follows, but when she tumbles forward and sobs against my neck, “I love you. I fucking love you, too!” I freeze, not knowing what to do.
Did she understand me when I said my heart belongs to her and that I’ll always love her?
I want to ask her, but I don’t because it doesn’t matter either way. Our fate has been decided. And that’s the ironic thing. As she snuggles into me, wrapping her arms so tightly around me I can scarcely breathe, I know she loves me as much as I do her. But the problem is…she doesn’t love me enough to stay.
I wake some time later, not knowing where I am.
It takes a second for my foggy brain to process that I’m lying on my hotel room floor, naked and alone. I knew this was bound to happen, but I was hoping, by some miracle, Madison would change her mind, and she’d stay. She’d forgive all the sins of my past, and we’d live happily ever after. But I should know by now that only happens to the good guys.
Raising my lethargic body, I head straight for the kitchen to grab some much-needed water. However, when something shiny catches my eye, I know that I’ll need something a lot stronger. Sitting on the counter are two things that seal my condemned fate. I won’t shed any tears because this is what she wants. So for Madison’s sake, I’ll remind myself, every second of every day, that sometimes, moving on with the rest of your life starts with…goodbye.
Then...
Dixon’s soft exhalations reveal that he’s asleep.
I don’t want to, but I have to. I have no other choice. I remind myself of this fact as I quietly get dressed and pad through the hotel room, looking for a pen and paper. I came here for closure, and Dixon knew it the second I opened my mouth. So why does this feel so wrong?
Pushing those thoughts aside, I reach for the hotel stationery and take a seat at the small desk. A notepad and pen have never looked so daunting, and I suddenly have second thoughts.
These past few weeks have been the worst of my life. Finding out that everything you believed in was a lie really crushes aperson and for a while there, I didn’t know how I’d go on. But Dixon telling me to stay away was the best thing he could have done. He forced me to deal with my situation and stop being the victim.
I have so much I want to say, but I don’t know where to start.
Taking a deep breath, I take hold of the pen and decide to start from the very beginning.
Dear Dixon,
I think I loved you, or at least knew I’d love you from the moment I met you.
You never thought twice about taking on the role of my protector, and from that day forward, you’ve never stopped. I know that you were the one who beat up Dylan, and honestly, I’m glad. He deserved everything he had coming, and in a weird way, your actions gave me the courage to deliver my own hand of justice as well.
I told my mom and Sebastian everything, and although it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, I felt relieved afterward. I was sick of secrets. Keeping secrets destroys people’s lives. Look what it did to us. They, of course, needed time to get their heads around what I told them, but they believed me. They didn’t look at me with shame or disgust in their eyes like I thought they would. And because of that, I could finally forgive Dylan, Beth, but most importantly, I could forgive myself for what happened.
In a way, telling my mom and Sebastian closed that chapter of my life. I’ll never forget what happened but finally, for the first time in my life, I think I’ll be okay.
It’s no surprise that once Dylan was confronted, he left town in the dead of night, leaving Beth behind. No one knows where he’s gone, and truthfully, no one but Beth cares. The last I heard, she was packing her stuff and seeing out the end of her pregnancy with long-lost relatives in Oregon.
No matter what she did, she’ll always be Sebastian’s daughter, and he could never hate her. I’d never expect him to. But he asked her to leave, as he and my mother needed time to process everything. My mother blamed herself, just like I knew she would. I’ve tried my best to reassure her, but just like I did, she needs time to grieve. I don’t think she’ll ever be able to forgive Dylan or Beth. I’ve told her not to look back with regret but rather forward with hope. We’ll wait and see.
