F20 - the feelings is not mutual

We were chilling at his place, beers in hand, he was nervously fixing his hair, finally blurting, “I’ve always wanted you,” eyes locked on mine “by accident.” The confession hung, raw and electric; I got soaked instantly. I locked eyes, whispered, “Show me,” heart pounding. He smirked, pulled me close, lips crashing rough and hungry, pushing me onto the couch. I yanked his jeans down, climbed on, riding him hard, tits bouncing, his hands bruising my hips. He flipped me, fucked me from behind, pulling my hair until I came screaming. He filled me with hot cum as we panted. Next morning I saw his texts, “last night was everything”, but I left them on read, heart heavy, knowing I only wanted the fuck, not the feelings.