"Fuck me please. Fuck me harder." I begged. "Fuck me as if you haven't fucked me like this before. Hurt me. Hurt me more. Make me feel. Make me bleed. Please don't ever stop." In all honesty, at this point, I would tell him anything just for him to stay. He left once. And I will not make him leave this time without leaving his mark on me.. *** This is a SEQUEL to the story 'Strip'. You don't have to read Strip in order to understand this story. This has mature content, although it is not purely sexual. It contains poetry and quotations.

🛑⚠️contains: smut, offensive language, use of substances moving to a new city can be tough and expensive, thats why you chose to split the rent with a roomate until youve saved enough for your own apartment. you didnt know what to expect for a roomate, the only thing you knew was; your half of the rent, the adress and that youll be sharing an apartment with a man by the name of Matt. with your boyfriend in another city, you vowed to stay loyal and make long distance work, which shouldn't be hard... or so you thought.