BREAKUP SEX | CHEATING | MICRO EROTICA
I’m begging you for one last time
It’s over. I can see it in your eyes. Tonight you’re still mine, but tomorrow, you’ll be with her.
I remove my ring and place it next to yours. I remove my clothes and your eyes drink me in as hungrily as if it was our first time and not our last.
“We can’t,” you say, and I know it’s a lie. “I love her.”
Your words hurt but I’ll deal with my pain tomorrow.
“One last time, please,” I beg, stepping forward to release the buttons from your shirt. Your hands don’t try to stop me as I work my way to the waistband of your trousers.
“I can’t,” you say, even though the bulge in your trousers again tells me it’s a lie.
“You’ve fucked me more times than I can count,” I say, my hands wrapped around your hard cock.
I see the conflict in your eyes and wonder if you ever struggled in your loyalty to me. Did she strip in front of you and impale her cunt over your cock? Or did you straddle her and accidentally slip inside?
“We’ve fucked so many times, what’s one last time?” My words are innocent, even though my intent is not.
