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Yet all those truths didn't make it hurt any less that I wasn't going to be a mom.
He moaned, probably at how wet and hot I was. "Or this?" Strangled, gurgle-like sounds erupted from my throat as he continued with two fingers.
It was primal. Desperate.
He drew back and crashed into me, making me scream again.
I grabbed my coat and keys then went outside. Sitting on the stoop to the apartment complex, I wrapped my arms around my knees to fend off the chill that set in the moment my butt hit the concrete.