It Ends With Us Sex Scene Novels & Stories

As I stomped in frustration, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and yanked me into a storage room. I screamed and struggled, only calming down when I smelled Emilio's unique herbal scent. He panted lightly. The top three buttons of his white shirt were undone, and the drug made a blush spread across his taut chest. He looked beyond sexy. I couldn't help but swallow, and Emilio saw that. He chuckled and tilted my chin up, his voice husky and lazy as he asked, "Like what you see?" I pushed him away, embarrassed that he'd seen through me. I stammered, "N-No…"

We collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies glued together with sweat and cum. Tyler kissed my forehead, then my lips. “This is just the beginning,” he said. “We’ll figure the rest out later.” I smiled, still full of him and dripping, and whispered the last filthy promise against his mouth. “Next time… I want you to fuck me in our parents’ bed.” **The End.**

Four days before the ceremony, a human photographer sent Raelor the edited travel footage of him and Seraphine. On the sofa, the two of them leaned against each other like intimate mates. "Raelor, does this shot look good? The lighting feels like the Moon Goddess’s blessing," Seraphine said softly. "Mhm. The photographer handled the light well. It looks sacred. It suits you," Raelor replied in a low voice indulgently. Just then, I returned from outside. When Raelor saw me, he hurriedly pushed Seraphine away. His movements were slightly flustered. A trace of awkwardness flickered through his eyes before he quickly regained composure.

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

No one knew the reason for their conflict or how it started, but one thing was clear: one wrong move, and the third global war would start. I was in the living room watching TV and decided to take a shower. I got to the bathroom and started filling the tub and putting some shampoo in there so it could create some bobbles. I took my clothes off and got in the tub, relaxing my muscles in the warm water. My mind couldn't think of anything else but Bella. I was laying in the tub with my eyes closed when I heard the bathroom door slam open and saw Giovanni standing in front of me. ''Hey. You know you should knock first.'' I say this as I try to keep my body hidden in the water. Thankfully, the bo

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.

"No need for that. I'll go myself. You don’t need to force me to abort Ian's baby!" Karen looked at me with disdain as if she were looking at something dirty. "How dare you call that thing you're carrying Ian's baby! How shameless! You might have deceived him, but not me! This thing must die!" I ended the recording on my phone and looked at Karen meaningfully. "I hope you won't regret this."

Part of me doesn’t care. Fuck, this long-distance thing sucks. We’re finally together after over a week apart and we’re at my parents’ house. I could always pretend to be sick and Archer is coming up to take care of me. “Is your car unlocked?” I ask between kisses. “I think so. Why?” “Want to have sex in the back?” “Yes,” he says with no hesitation. We begin to untangle when the sliding glass door opens. “Aunt Winnie!” Jackson calls. “Daddy said I can tell you goodnight.”

the director called. I lay there trembling, still bound and dripping, body buzzing with endorphins and the warm, sticky evidence of my total submission. Two creampies deep in my well-fucked pussy, captured forever. Exactly how a good p**n star slut should end her scene.

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.