It Ends With Us Sex Scene Novels & Stories

"That's Mrs. Phelps. The real one is here, so please leave and stop causing a scene." Carrie's face paled at the sight of me, but she quickly plastered on a fake smile. "Alva, what a small world! You're staying here, too?" I shook off her hand, my voice icy. "Care to explain why you're checked in under my name? Why are your condoms charged to my card? And why are you wearing my shoes and calling Nathan your husband?"

“Sofia… I’m so close…” “Hold it,” she ordered, still riding him without mercy. “Not until the credits end.” She ground her clit against his pubic bone on every downstroke, chasing her own orgasm. Her pussy fluttered around him, getting tighter. The wet slapping sounds grew louder. The credits continued to scroll. Names appeared and disappeared at the bottom of the screen while the couple on film kept fucking in raw desperation. Sofia slammed down one final time as the last credit rolled. Her pussy pulsed hard around Luca’s cock. She came with a sharp gasp, walls clamping down and milking him in strong squeezes. Hot wetness flooded around his shaft as she gushed on him.

"I want action. You want romance. So we're watching something that has both." "That doesn't exist." "Then we're watching action and you'll survive without kissing scenes for two hours." We end up seeing some Marvel thing that I absolutely do not care about, and halfway through I notice Kai's head is slowly tilting toward my shoulder. By the time it fully falls against me, he's completely out. Asleep. Mouth slightly open. Looking ridiculous. Without thinking about it too hard, I pull out my phone and take a picture. He looks soft like this, like all the layers of cool and controlled have gotten stripped away and he's just this regular guy who falls asleep during action movies.

"Joanna, it's getting late. I'll head to the market now and buy fish for you." "Okay," Joanna answered. Before leaving, he kissed her on the forehead. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." As the door clicked shut behind Henley, Joanna picked up her phone. Addison had sent a new video. In it, two undressed bodies were entangled, moving together. The obscene sounds of water squelching and heavy breathing filled the background. The video ended with a message: [I just asked Henley if he wants me again. Guess what his answer will be?]

I collapse between them, shaking, cum leaking from my ruined pussy, completely destroyed. Lena kisses me softly, then looks straight into the still-rolling cameras with a satisfied, wicked smile. “Cut,” she whispers. “That’s a wrap.” But as Kane pulls out and more of his cum drips from me, Lena leans in close to my ear and whispers the final twist: “This footage isn’t for the movie, darling. It’s for us. And we’re going to need many, many more private rehearsals.” The End.

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

"Wow, what a crazy day. Figure out the End of the world is around the corner: I must break chains that I never thought I would have to: Not knowing if I'll be me afterwards. You know what, look at all these people you love: I said to myself; I'll always put my family above my life, Always. And I'm good with that. I thought with a smile. I have to say this night started on a bad note, but man, did it end up being a great night. Chapter 2B. After the great dinner and drinks with our friends, and stories with our kids, we decided to go to our bedroom, for maybe the last time, as us. as we are now. Walking out of our bathroom on-suite, in my black, button-up shirt, and my lace black panties. We

Roman said, discarding both his clothes and hers, the city lights the only source of illumination in the tiny motel room. But they didn't care about the motel room, neither did they care about the rusty bed or paint-stripped walls. All they needed was each other and their love. I put down my pen and went over the page one more time to correct any mistakes. I bit my lips as I concentrated on proofreading. Nearly done, only the final sex scene and it was going to be a master piece! “I want to bite that lip, Miss Sanders.” “Quoting Christian Grey doesn’t make you any less creepy, Mr. Whitmore”.

I buried my face in the sheets, screaming into them as my pussy gushed around his cock. Jake groaned loud. “I’m gonna come… where do you want it?” “Inside,” I panted. “Fill me up.” He slammed in deep one last time and came hard, thick hot cum flooding my pussy. I felt every pulse. When he pulled out, some of it leaked out of me, dripping down my thigh for the camera. We collapsed on the bed, breathing hard, sweaty and smiling. Jake kissed my shoulder softly. Marcus called “Cut.” The cameras stopped.

here she is—splayed out on an office desk with someone who is very much not Ryan. I guess the man’s name is James because she cries out the name in a high, breathless gasp. “James! Oh, god. I’m cumming.” Her body begins to convulse. James growls and thrusts inside her one final time, pouring all his energy into the moment. They collapse together, spent and completely unaware. I stop recording, switch to voice memo, and slip the phone into my bag. I’ve got all the proof I need now. And then I clap. Slow and steady, announcing my presence.