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West Coast Games - Part Two: The Free Fall
Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com
continued to grind back against me, still connected with my cock deep inside her. Her body fit against mine in such a sweet way, like we were made for moments like these. As my climax surged, I inhaled her sweet breath. I unloaded every ounce of pent-up frustration, like a dam that had broken free. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Leo,” she whispered. “That was perfect. Just perfect.” In some sick, co-dependent and self-destructive way, it really was. And in some other equally important way, I wanted her to stop the mess we were becoming. I wanted our relationship to find its stride again, so that we weren’t always threatening to careen out of control into a brick wall. We were always chasing those highs that would top the moment before it. You know how it is. When you live fast, you become desensitized a little quicker each time. You think you can push it just a little harder and that it won’t break. In reality, you can only tempt fate so many times before the odds are eventually against you. I was beginning to sense that our luck was running out. Maybe she sensed it too and no longer cared about getting things back on track. There was something gleeful about the way she was, like she was closing her eyes and hitting the pedal, leaving it all up to chance. We stood there in the darkness, still caught up in each other, pressed skin to skin as the heat between us began to subside. We left the club that night and I walked many strides behind her, watching the wetness of my cum glazing the inner curves of her pretty thighs. She glanced behind her, as though feeling my stare and smiled. Her eyes flickered in the low lighting. They were filled with shadows that I was still caught up in exploring. Despite all her fuck ups, she was still everything I wanted back then. She blew me a kiss and eagerly took my hand. ~ To be continued. ~