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Slowly, he pushes himself deeper and deeper until he’s completely buried inside me.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the feeling of being so full. His dick is the first one I have seen so I don’t know if it’s big or not because I have nothing to compare it to, but oh my god, it feels big.

“Are you okay?” His voice is filled with concern as he searches my eyes when they open.

“I’m okay, I just... feel so... full.” I chuckle, and he laughs. He begins to move in rhythm, and the sensation begins to change from fullness to something I have never felt before. A pleasure I’ve never encountered. He buries his face in my neck and plants small kisses down to my collarbone. I feel that sensation start to build in my centre as our breathing picks up, our bodies moving together as one.

Shaking my head to keep the memories at bay, I start typing a reply.

ME

His reply is almost instantaneous.

FINN

Yep, just like the old days.

*****

Imanaged to get somethingto eat after I ducked out of the office at nine thirty p.m. Today was brutal. We had potential clients visit from overseas, and everyone in the office was manic. I drive myself over to the Mackenzie estate in complete silence, going over all the different scenarios possible with Finn.

One thing is for sure, I can never forgive him for leaving without a goodbye and never contacting me again.

No matterwhathe says to me.

Reaching the front of the estate, I press the buzzer by the large gate, and after a few seconds, it slides open. Driving up the dirt road, I think about how the Mackenzies have never really made many changes to their estate in all these years. Granted, the trees are bigger, but everything else remains the same. Abundance of grass, beautiful blooming trees lining the road, and a small barn on the corner of the estate. Pulling up to the large fountain at the front of the big white house, I see Finn waiting outside on the porch, sitting on the swinging seat looking down at his phone. He hears me roll up and immediately stands, putting his phone in his pocket and running a hand through his beautiful dirty blonde hair.

“Thanks for coming, Billie.”

“Is Grace home?” I ask.

“No, she’s out with Russell.”

Ah yes, Russell, how can I forget her current fling of the month.

Walking inside, I place my bag on the couch in the lounge room, spin around, and cross my arms across my chest. “So, talk.” I cut to the chase because I’m not here for pleasantries.

“Do you want your hot chocolate first?” He flashes his killer smile, showcasing his perfectly white teeth. He’s dressed in a fancy suit, obviously must have just gotten home from work, or is still probably working.

The suit accentuates his body perfectly.

He’s tall, has broad shoulders, and quite clearly works out from what I saw the other night at the party.

Sighing, I squeeze the top of my nose with my fingers, feeling a headache coming on from just being in the same room as Finn. The hostility and pure hate I’ve harboured for this man for such a long time has without a doubt poisoned my body.

“I came here because you said you wanted to explain why you left, so... explain.”

Finn sighs and takes a step towards me, and I immediately take a step back.

“What, so you can’t even stand to be in the same room as me?” he places his hands on his hips. “We quite literally grew up together, B.”

Becoming impatient, I groan.

“Did you call me here to reminisce about the past or to explain yourself because if you don’t start explaining in the next five seconds, I’m leaving.”

He sighs.

“It’s complicated.” He looks away as if it troubles him as if it causes him pain.

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