Two Options (18+)

Two Options (18+)

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One late night at school, I was waiting for my bestfriend Damien to finish practice for next day's rugby match. I was patiently waiting in their locker room, when Caleb, the man I am currently dating but also the one who consistently gives me heartache, came in. He sat beside me and said, "Allison, please give me another chance." I stood up and replied, "Can't you see? We just keep on hurting each other. We're not happy anymore." "But I love you and I know you're feeling the same for me. Let's work this out. We could start over," he insisted. I turned away from him but he gripped my hand, pulled my waist and leaned his face over mine. "Tell me you don't love me and I will stop," he whispered. I looked at him and didn't say a word. I just kissed him. We were furiously kissing he wrapped my legs around his hips and bumped my back to a locker door. We stopped as we heard another banging locker door close shut. My heart was torn as I saw Damien walking away from that locker.
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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