It Ends With Us Sex Scene Novels & Stories

Had it been a medical tutorial, I might have found the sticky, sex coated walls interesting, but, as it was, I was repulsed. The movie went black and I thought it had come to an end, but no such luck. It was merely a poor splicing job by whoever did the editing of this pathetic sex tape. They’d somehow managed to get the scene in the shower recorded as well. It finished with him feasting on my freshly washed crotch before exiting to the trailer. I suddenly worried that they’d recorded Kenton coming to the trailer as well, but Ethan’s exit ended the movie. “That was horrible,” I said through constricted vocal cords.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

Us. Right now. On this bed. Me under him. Legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth on my neck. The angle— From the fan. Live. Mom’s voice joined. Soft. Sweet. Motherly. “You two never learn, do you?” Julian stared at the ceiling. I stared at him. Neither of us moved. Because the heat we’d just shared— The desperate, bloody, grief-fueled sex— Had been filmed. Again. On the same bed.

"Come on baby . . . That's it . . . Your . . . such . . . a big boy now, cum for your Mommy . . . please baby." He starts to say something in response when Amanda, suddenly inspired to make it a perfect ending, wraps her free hand around the back of his head and forces his face deep into the writhing cleavage of her tits. Any response he may have had is lost in all that glorious tit flesh of his mommy's. The perfect ending comes just a few bare seconds later as his cock literally explodes in a geyser of cum. Amanda smiles to herself as she feels the warm, sticky cum drip onto her hand and wrist. "Hmm I think you can sleep peacefully now honey."

“I’m not ready for it to be the last one.” “Neither am I.” He leaned down and kissed me once more, softer this time. “But if it has to be… at least it’s honest. Raw. Completely us.” I lay there in the tangled sheets with his cum slowly seeping out of me, the camera dark now, the file already saved. We had filmed one final, intense video—unrestrained, emotional, filthy—so that no matter what came next, we would always have the proof of exactly what we were to each other. And part of me already knew we would watch it more than once.

After saying that, I hung up the phone. I was planning to go home, pack my things, and move out. However, before I even reached the front door, I saw our wedding portrait sitting outside like a piece of trash. Looking at Olivia's bright smile in the photo, I felt a sharp pain stab through my heart. Now that things had changed, maybe it was better this way. After entering the code and unlocking the door, I stepped inside and immediately heard the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman getting it on from the bedroom.

us in the cabin, me pretending to be her tied in the corner while he claimed me. By the final night, after an all-out overload, swing suspended double fisting prep leading to cock and toy simultaneously, full electro-wax-breath combination, multiple creampies bloating me, we collapsed on the deck under the stars. But not before one last tender yet fierce round: slow, deep missionary on a blanket outside, eyes locked, his thick cock grinding in my cum-filled pussy as we whispered love amid the filth.

She and Atlas lay on a rooftop, staring at the stars. “Do you ever wonder where we’ll end up?” she asked. He turned to her, brushing a curl from her face. “As long as you’re with me, I don’t care.” She smiled, not realizing those words would haunt her years later. The Present Day: The doctor finally emerged, clipboard in hand. “Lily Harper?” She stood so fast the chair nearly tipped over. Atlas and Ryle both moved too, instinctively, protectively, like gravity pulled them to her.

God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them. My partner called me and started an online meeting. Excited, they told me the project ended perfectly on their side. The path had been hard. Fortunately, the end was perfect. It did not get in the way of us making money. I had to ask, though. I wanted to know what happened after I dropped out of the project. My partner thought I was just being curious. "Nothing much. Claude Group's representative got fired because he made a big blunder. Ms. Claude treated him like he was the most important thing to her. I thought they had a fling. Guess not."

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]