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The feeling was gone.

She loved Marcus. He treated her like a queen, was handsome, respectful, & successful. Everything was perfect....except the sex. Tonight was no different. With every thrust, push, & stroke that came from him, Kim felt nothing. For all of 2 hours it was like she was numb & unfulfilled, with one name in her head. "Rock". Every time, feeling proud as always, Marcus would ask her the same oblivious questions as he pounded away at her. "You like that?", What's my name...huh? Huh?" He came, & fell asleep within seconds, while she lay there....motionless. On the brink of tears, Kim stared at the passed out man next to her. She got up, put on her clothes, & found herself on the highway at 2am without a destination. Her phone rang, her sexual disappointment evolved into anger as she knew who it was instantly. She glared at the name on her screen. Rock. With a calm "what." She answered him. Almost as if he knew what happened, he spoke all the sweet nothings that got Kim in his bed in the past. The same words she told herself she wouldn't believe since it always ended the same way..."The call" was the prelude to the one night stands that left Kim feeling a like she had always wanted after sex. After a long silence that spoke louder than anything that could've been said,  "So you comin or not?" the deep voice echoed from her phone & into her mind. It was a place she swore to herself she wouldn't return to, but as many times as she would promise she wouldn't go back there, she couldn't resist & found herself pulling into his driveway quicker than she could say no to him.

With a big sigh, she stepped out of the car with tears sitting on her lashes. She knew damn well what she was doing, & she loved it as much as she tried to tell herself the opposite. As she slowly walked into the poorly kept apartment building, she approached his door. It had already reeked of alcohol & something illegal. As the tall black man answered her, she had no words for him. Within seconds she was naked once again.

Moaning.
Lusting.
Feeling.

Rock knew all the right buttons to push. He pinned her up against the wall as she playfully pretended to resist. Then he sucked on her neck almost permanently bruising her tender skin. "Ohhhh...." She moaned softly as she felt him move from her collarbone to her breasts. His tongue rotated around each nipple slowly as she got weak in her knees. "Fuck me..." She whispered into his ear. He lifted her body as if she weighed little to nothing, & carried her to his bedroom. The smell of drugs & alcohol was replaced with lust. Her senses thrown out of control with every lick & suck she felt on her clit. After making her come more times than she could count, there was a small interlude. She was in a dreamlike state as faintly heard a song from The Weeknd. "You're in love with something bigger than love....you believe in something stronger than trust..." He pinned her down, holding her wrists above her head, & slowly...yet steadily forced himself inside her. She tried holding back her screams, but he was too big for her to hold back. He was thrusting his muscular body into her. As she reached to touch his chest, he stopped, & suddenly grabbed her. "DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKIN MOVE?!" She wanted to curse him out, but all she could get out was "Nigga..." It didn't matter though. She was in bliss...her lust fulfilled. He continued to fuck her until the sun arose, but when he came, her fantasy was all over. He rolled over & groaned something while gesturing for her to leave with his hand. The usual. Once again, Kim was numb.