Chapter 10

When the sun came up and their night finally ended, Krystal woke up next to a sleeping Tom. She stared at him, his peaceful face, his gentle breathing. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. She gently stroked his cheek, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

“Goodbye, Tom,” she whispered, the tears welling up in her eyes.

She couldn’t deny that he was a sweet guy, and if the world were different, maybe they could have something. But her world was dark, her heart was heavy, and her life was meaningless. She was a lost cause, a broken shell, a shattered soul. And there was no point in dragging him into the abyss with her.

She leaned in and gently kissed his cheek, the taste of his skin lingering on her lips.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She stood up and made her way to the shower, the warm water washing away the dried cum and sweat that her and Tom had accumulated throughout the night. As the water flowed over her body, she felt a sense of calm, a moment of clarity.

This was her last day. It was now or never. She had to follow through.

“Good morning.”

Krystal felt the warmth of his breath against her neck, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.

“Hi.” She whispered.

“Last night was amazing,” he said, kissing the side of her neck.

“Yeah.”

“You’re amazing.” He said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

“Do you remember what I said last night? About us not doing this again?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I didn’t forget.”

“Good.”

“But ‘this’ doesn’t end until I leave the apartment,” he said, his fingers gently teasing her nipples.

“I’ll let you fuck me in the shower,” She looked back over her shoulder. “And then you have to go.”

“I understand.”

Tom pressed his cock against her, sliding the tip along the length of her slit. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, his lips lingering on her wet skin.

“Ready?” He whispered.

“Yes.”

Tom slowly eased his cock inside her, his thickness stretching her tight hole. He took his time, savoring the sensation, the warmth, the wetness. He slid in deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. He stood there, his body pressed against hers, his cock buried in her hole.

Tom grabbed her hips and began moving, his cock sliding in and out of her, her pussy gripping him tightly. She gasped, leaning forward, bracing herself against the wall of the shower, her head hanging low.

He continued his slow, steady pace, his hands caressing her wet body. He ran his fingers along her back, over her ass, and along her sides. He reached around and cupped her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, his lips kissing her shoulder.

“God, I love fucking you,” he groaned, his cock throbbing inside her.

“Tom, don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t say that,” she whispered, her eyes closed, her body tingling with pleasure.

“But I do.” He said, his voice low, his hands squeezing her breasts.

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, her breath catching.

“It does,” he said, his voice firm.

“No, it doesn’t,” she moaned, his cock pumping in and out of her, his hands kneading her breasts.

“Yes, it does,” he said, his hips thrusting, his cock hitting the deepest parts of her.

“Tom, please.”

“Fine.” He pushed his cock deep inside her.

He stopped, his body pressed against hers, his cock throbbing inside her. The warm water fell on their bodies, the sound of the shower filling the air.