Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Why I Met Your Mother - Chapter Seven

... off, ferrying the two of them back home. She sat there, feeling like an empty shell of a girl, looking out of the window, not even having the strength to wipe the thick cum running from her cheeks and down her chest. As the old van bumped along the street, she could practically feel him smiling, smug satisfaction radiating from him next to her. She’d never felt such hate inside herself before at anyone. She brought her head forward, bowing it, not even asking about the ring. She knew now it was all just a plot in his mind. She’d never get it back now, and she couldn’t bear to even give him the satisfaction of asking for it, only for him to smugly tell her the truth, that it was never here in the first place. Her body shook randomly, still wracked with shock from everything that had happened over the last day. He sniffed and randomly licked his lips as they drove, still hazy from the whole experience of last night and this morning. The entire van smelt of sex now and he snorted contentedly at the air as they approached their neighbourhood. He heard her weeping quietly beside him, gulping and choking over her uncontrollable tears. Even now he couldn’t find it in himself to feel any true guilt. The sight of her naked last night, taking his cock, and then just now, deepthroating and taking his spunk on her pretty face. All of it was far too good to give up, and he could only congratulate himself at being so smart at getting her to do those things for him. He pulled on the ...

... brakes, sending the old van to a shuddering halt just at the bottom of their path. ".Here we are,” he said cheerily, unbuckling his belt and opening the door. “Home sweet home." He looked over at her, hunched in her seat like a scared little girl. Time was pressing for him to get back to the site, but he couldn’t run the risk of her deliberately leaving herself in that mess for Sadie to find. "Come on, you need to get cleaned up." he tapped her knee before breezily jumping down and slamming his door. She climbed stiffly out of the van and stood there like a statue. She had no strength for anything anymore. Right now, everything around her seemed so overwhelming and she didn’t have a clue how she could ever face Jake’s wrath today. She felt so fragile as she trudged towards the path. She bit on the tip of her thumb as she waited for him to unlock the door and let them both in. He took her hand and led her, like a robot through to the kitchen. She was on edge, jumping and twitching at every touch as he took a damp cloth and tried to mop up most of the worst stains. She sniffled and shook violently as he dabbed at her, her tear ducts now well and truly exhausted. He made sure most of the cum was gone from her face and the slope of her chest. He tried to wipe her dress but by then it was soaked in pretty deep. "I'll look for that ring again ok?" he said, trying to act concerned. His eyes seemed to suggest he really would hunt for it, but Kiara knew the real truth deep down. She said ...