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❦56 • f u c k i n' , l o v i n' , m i s s i n' u

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"Right there..fuck! Just like that, holy shit."

"Yeah? Do you like it when I swallow around your cock in my mouth, hm?"

I don't dare look into her eyes, I can't. I can't even forgive myself for this. I know I never will, and I know Molly never will either. I've absolutely lost my ever loving fucking mind.

I do what I said I wouldn't. My head tilts down, my eyes piercing right into her dark, brown doe eyes. My grip in her hair tightens, and right as I feel myself shutter, my lower half tightening; I pull her off my cock by yanking her hair. She raises an eyebrow, confused as to why I'm not allowing her to keep going, or maybe she's confused as to why I won't let myself cum.

"I need a another line.." I say more as a breathless whisper, but she caught on quickly. She stands up and wipes the corners of her mouth with her fingers, and I notice quickly that her nails aren't painted, and her hands are a bit larger than Molly's.

Why am I comparing her to Molly?

I miss you, Molly.

"How many? I can do thin ones, and do three," she takes a seat on the large sofa in the corner of the room and picks up my old credit card that I set down to allow her to use. She starts chopping the lines, thinning them out with the card before smiling. "Alright, come on."

I taken a seat next to her, and when she sits back up fully after being bent over to snort one of the lines, she wipes her nose and starts to cough, plugging her nose so she doesn't sneeze. She tilts her head back and squeezes her eyes closed tightly, allowing the burning sensation to make its way through her body. I take this time to pick up the card and straighten the line out better before plugging one side of my nose before taking a big sniff as I run down the line of white powder. I don't wipe my nose, I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as well, and enjoy the burning sensation. It's the only thing I've actually felt that feels real since Molly left.

"Want to share the last line?" she asks me. I shake my head and tap my finger along the power and bring it up to my lips, and allow the powder to make a home along my tongue. Under my tongue, on my gums, and in between my teeth. My jaw quickly tightens, wanting to lock up but I don't let it. I open my mouth and move my jaw from side to side slowly, letting my jaw easily relax with the slow movements. Eventually, it feels fine so I close my mouth and lean back against the couch.

"Let me distract you, Harry. You haven't talked to me at all since you called. The only words you ever say to me are, '"I need another line,'" or, '"Suck my cock,'" she tries to copy my British accent but fails, making me lightly laugh. I shake my head and run a hand over my face before taking a deep breath in and allowing it come out just as heavy.

I look at her and give her a lazy smirk, patting my thigh. "Come here, then."

I'm quick to pull my jeans back down as well as my underwear, only enough to let my cock spring out and rest against my stomach. She hurries over and straddles my lap, her legs on either side of my own. She slowly rubs her clit against my hard cock, low moans and hums of approval leaving her lips.

I lift her hips up a bit, and reach into my back pocket to grab the condom. She looks so excited—it almost turns me off. She just wants to fuck and get high. Like always. But, isn't that what I've been using her for?