Romans & histoires It Ends With Us Sex

In and out I went and with a final suck to her clit, she broke, spilling her juices over my tongue and mouth in thick wet, pulses. I licked every drop from her, my tongue lapping at her as she trembled violently, riding the waves of her release. When she finally collapsed, boneless and dazed, I gave her pussy a last kiss, pulled her shorts back up and got up. She looked at me, her eyes carrying that popular after sex glaze. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said, stepping back. “Nice doing business with you, Belle.” And with that, I walked away.

I've been with Sebastian Radford for five years, and I assume there are no secrets between us. Then, the night before our engagement party, Sebastian says, "Cece, check the group chat." I open the four-person group text, confused. "Nobody sent anything." Sebastian goes, "Oh. I misread it." When he heads into the bathroom, the tablet on the coffee table lights up with two new messages. My friend, Noelle Frasier, texts, "You scared me to death. You almost gave away our trip plans." My childhood friend, Wade Kirby, writes, "I really don't want Cece to tag along. I can't even cut loose with her around." Sebastian replies, "I'll be more careful next time." I glance at the group name. "No

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I growled, in pleasure as I sped up, reaching my own climax inside the condom. The woman’s eyes were screwed shut as she reached her own end faster than she had the first time. Her body shook under me as I shook over hers. I rested my forehead against hers as she made a mess on top of my covered dick. Our chests rose and fell as we took deep breaths, trying to catch them as I laid my head on her boobs. She ran her fingers through my hair, and whimpered as I pulled out of her.

The only sound in the room was made from our sexual intercourse, like we were positioned in a race ring. I withdrew from her, she moved closer to me in disgust at my output. She hadn’t expected that. I smiled so devilishly, knowing what I just did. “No babe, we aren’t done,” she cried. “Who says I’m done with you?” I hissed, shaking off my dick with my hands, instead of going dip with my cock I used my fingers, four at once excluding my thumb. “I love,” she paused, not finishing her speech. “Yes yes, I’m going to cum Asher.”

"I'll be fine. You should hurry up and go. It's not nice to be late." Eventually, Zeke's car drove off. I submitted my paperwork and checked the date on my phone. After doing some calculations, I realized that I was leaving the country in five days. After I returned home, I began scrolling through social media. I came across a video of Howard Carter kissing his girlfriend passionately. After the happy couple had their moment, the crowd began to urge Zeke and Scarlett to do the same. "You have a wonderful woman beside you, Zeke. You should seize the opportunity when it presents itself to you," Howard told Zeke with a smile. He turned to look at Scarlett as he spoke.

But then his hand slid up my thigh, and my whole body betrayed me, hips tilting toward him. Fine. One last time. After this, we’d go back to being boring professionals who filed paperwork and hated each other in silence. No more sex. No more him. No more dickmatization. "This is the end," I said sternly, even as I slid into his lap like a drunk sorority girl. "After this, we’re done. You don’t even look at me like that anymore, understand?" His mouth curled into a slow, sinful smile that screamed liar.

Only then do I lean forward, kiss him slow and deep tasting myself, tasting us, tasting complete desire. I think, a soft warmth mixing with the heat. I reach for the phone, hold it close, zoom in slow on the mess between my thighs. His cum already leaks out in thick, creamy rivulets, mixing with mine, dripping down my thighs in long strands. I spread myself open with two fingers so they can see how full I am, how wrecked, how owned. "Look at that," I say to the camera, my tone playful and satisfied. Then I smile sweet, filthy, victorious. "Tip well, boys," I purr, my voice husky and completely exhausted. "Maybe next month I'll let him come on my face while I read his old comments out lo

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

I used my other hand to slip off my bottoms and now he has a full image. “Fuck I miss that tight pussy on yours.” In perfect rhythm, our moans became like we were about to get to our ending. Sadly, I was once again not finishing when the bedroom door had opened up and I swiftly closed the laptop.