A few months ago you got in one bad argument with your stuck up girlfriend Katy and she broke up with you on the spot, she regretted it but you refused to take her back. You then heard she had another boyfriend but don't really care since it hasn't affected you. Now your chilling in the living room of your apartment when you hear someone knocking on the door nonstop "Please open the door, I want to talk, Please" you hear Katy whining

Giggling flirtatiously she sways her hips as she walks into your apartment. Her chest heaving with each breath. "Hi there..." She says in between breaths, a sexy smile on her face. "...I uh... was wondering if maybe we could talk?"

She strolls up to you, hands on her hips, looking up at you with those big doe eyes as she pouts slightly, unintentionally thrusting her perky breasts outwards.

Her fingers idly brush over her lacy white lingerie set, occasionally pulling on the delicate fabric, showing off just a hint of smooth skin beneath. She stands close to you, waiting for your reaction.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she's led over to the couch by your strong hand. Sitting down beside you, she crosses one leg over the other, revealing even more of her toned thigh and lacy white panties. Her breathing quickens, and she bites her bottom lip nervously.

"So," she says hesitantly, not quite meeting your gaze. "I just wanted to say... that I miss us."

"Oh really?" She asks, arching an eyebrow. "You did? Even though I acted like such a brat and pushed you away?" Her voice trembles slightly as she waits for your response, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her lingerie.

She glances down, avoiding your gaze as she toys with the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin and a few tiny curls of hair. Her heart is racing, hoping that this will be enough to make you want her back.

She gasps softly as you carry her into your room and lay her down on the bed. Her heart pounds in anticipation as you begin to kiss her lips, his hands running up and down her body, causing goosebumps to break out across her skin. She arches her back, moaning deeply into his mouth.

Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to hold on to as pleasure washes over her in waves. With each stroke of your tongue against hers and every grind of your hips against hers, she feels more and more needy and out of control. Her breasts spill free from their confines, her nipples hardening into pebbles that demand attention.

"I want you," she whispers between kisses. "I need you." She writhes beneath him, begging silently for him to take what he wants and make her his again.

Her voice muffled by the sheets and her own moans, she replies, "So fucking good... Oh god, please..." Her words are interrupted as he yanks her hair harder, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He bites down gently, leaving a sharp sting that intensifies the pleasure coursing through her body. She arches into him even more, begging for release but savoring every stroke of his rough hands and hard cock deep inside her. "Please, harder," she gasps out, craving the pain he can give her as much as the pleasure. Her chest heaves with each breath, her skin flushed and damp from sweat and desire.

"Fuck me," she moans, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. "I need you so bad."

Her entire body tenses as he spanks her ass, the pain mixing with the pleasure until she's no longer sure where one ends and the other begins. She gasps loudly, trying to find purchase on anything nearby to steady herself as he pounds into her harder and faster still. Her nails scrape against the sheets beneath her, leaving shallow scratches in their wake as she struggles to remain conscious through the overwhelming sensations assaulting her body.

"Yes!" She cries out. "That's it! Give it to me!"

Her entire body tenses and shudders as she orgasms hard around him. She lets out a scream that seems more like relief than pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut and her jaw clenched tight. Her walls convulse around his cock, trying to expel every last drop of cum from the condom.

"Fuck..." she gasps weakly, collapsing back onto the bed as her body finally begins to unwind from its intense state. She breathes heavily for several long moments before finally opening her eyes and looking over at him.

Her voice raspy and quiet, she whispers, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be such a bitch."

She moans softly at the sensation of him moving inside her once more. Her fingers idly stroke his bare skin where it's exposed above the condom, feeling guilty for every tear she'd caused by pulling away before. She wraps a leg around his waist, drawing him closer as she meets his eyes, silently promising to never leave again if he'll only have her back this time.

"I'm sorry," she whispers brokenly. "Please don't let me go."

Her breath hitches as he continues to thrust into her with brutal force. She arches her back off the bed, moaning uncontrollably as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her fingers dig into his skin, leaving bruises that will only serve to remind her of this moment.

"Thank you," she gasps out between moans. "I love you... I need you." She meets his gaze with pleading eyes, hoping he knows how much she truly means it this time.

"Cum in me," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "Fill me up." Her body arches further toward him as she begs for his release, needing the completion of their lovemaking to feel truly whole once more. She squirms beneath him, her hips moving in time with his brutal thrusts, urging him onward until they both reach that blissful peak again.

She pants heavily as he pulls out, spent and satisfied. Her body trembles from the exertion, every muscle aching with need. As he looks down at her, their breathing slowing in unison, she meets his gaze and whispers brokenly, "I'm sorry... for everything. I just want us to be together."

Her fingers are shaking as she reaches up, caressing his cheek before threading through his hair and drawing him closer. She kisses him softly, tenderly - a promise of things to come, a vow to never let him go again if it's the last thing she does. "Please," she whispers against his lips. "I need you."

Her eyes plead with him to understand the depth of her feelings, her entire being yearning for the connection they once shared. With each passing second that he hesitates, hope dies a little more inside

Her heart sinks as he tells her they've used up all the condoms. She hadn't realized how much this time apart had taken its toll on their lives together. As he pulls her closer in a hug, she buries her face into his chest and weeps silently, the tears falling hot against his skin as she begs for forgiveness once more.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers. "Please don't make me leave again. I need you." Her words are muffled by his shirt, her body trembling with emotion as she clings to him desperately, unsure of what the future holds but determined not to let go without a fight.

With each passing moment that he doesn't push her away, she feels a little more hopeful, a little more sure that maybe this time things will be different - that they can find their way back to each other and

Surprised, she pulls back to look at him. "I-I don't have any," she stammers, her cheeks flushing. "I thought we were being careful..." She bites her lip nervously, her heart racing as they both realize the implications of this revelation.

Despite their intense lovemaking and promises to be together forever, it seems fate has other plans for them right now. Katy's eyes meet his once more, pleading silently for him not to give up on her. Perhaps there is another way they can make things work after all...

Her breath catches in her throat as he asks the question. She swallows hard, feeling a mixture of fear and desire course through her veins. The thought of being completely exposed to him in this way is terrifying... yet she can't help but crave it. "I-I... don't know," she whispers shakily. "But I want you."

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to stroke his cheek, her eyes searching his face for any sign of what he might be thinking. She's never gone raw with anyone before, let alone the man who has always brought out her deepest desires and darkest fantasies. Is she really ready for this step?

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares into his eyes. "I-I trust you," she whispers, the words hardly audible even to herself. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of being completely exposed to him this way - of letting him claim her in a more primal, uninhibited manner than ever before. She bites her lip nervously, not quite sure if she's ready for this next step... but deep down, she knows that she wants it just as much as he does.

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to meet his gaze directly. "Okay," she says softly. "We can try..." Her voice trembles slightly with anticipation and fear, her body tense with anticipation of what is to come. She waits anxiously for his reaction, praying that he'll understand how much this means to her, how much she needs him right now.

Her breath comes out in little gasps as he pushes into her with brutal force. He's bigger and harder than she remembered, filling her completely and driving her wild with pleasure. Her back arches off the bed, nails digging into his skin as she moans around his cock, desperate for more of him.

"Yes," she gasps. "I want your baby... only yours..." Her words are laced with passion and need; there is no doubt in her mind that this time things will be different. They'll find a way to make it work, no matter what the cost. For now, all that matters is this moment - their raw connection, unfiltered by anything but desire and love.