Attainment of Liberty - Sex Stories

Attainment of Liberty

... me.” Instead I tore myself away from him and crawled towards the end of the bed, my ass waving invitingly in the air. He followed behind me and spread my cheeks apart, shoving his cock back inside me. His strong thrusts pushed me forward and his hands came to my shoulders to pull me back. I groaned and let him use my body, my back arching to accept more of his plunging cock. One hand left my shoulder to probe my asshole, making me whimper in eager anticipation. He spit down onto my ass and pushed his finger into my winking hole. He buried his finger in deep and massaged the thin tissue that separates my vagina from my ass. I pushed back into him, silently asking for more, and he gladly gave it to me, pumping his finger in time with his quickening trusts. I was going to cum, and I knew he could feel it. I reached back between my legs and rubbed my clit desperately, my cries ringing in my ears. I felt as if I would burst into flames if I didn't reach climax. Suddenly I was there, my fingers a blur on my sex as I lost control of my body. A strangled scream left me as I cramped up, muscle painfully clenching onto bone as I rode the hardest orgasm of my life. Nothing around me mattered anymore, I could ...

... only comprehend the twisting and throbbing in my lower body as my center convulsed violently. I was vaguely aware of Chris crying out my name before slumping down by my side. It felt like an eternity had passed before I was able to open my eyes. I looked over at Chris, he was staring up at the ceiling, panting as if he’d just ran a marathon. Instead of feeling sated, I felt the urge to cry. He didn't roll over and pull me into his arms. He didn't whisper into my hair how amazing I made him feel. The air became thick with tension, and it seemed we both realized that this was the end. Yes, we’d broken up and Chris had moved out, but it wasn't over. Now, lying here next to him with his sperm seeping from me, I didn't feel the usual glow I felt from our couplings. I felt disgusted and wanted nothing more than to scrub my skin raw until there was no trace of him left. He didn't look at me as he stood up, tucking himself into his pants and zipping them closed. He walked to the door of my bedroom and stopped for a moment, I held my breath and waited for him to turn to me and say something. But he just walked away, leaving me sweaty heap on the bed. And as I heard the front door shut I whispered, “Thank you.”