My Ex-Boyfriend Came Inside My Repeatedly on a Non-Safe Day

The air crackles with unspoken tension as she opens the door, her eyes locking with his. It’s been months, but the memories flood back instantly – the way he made her body sing, the nights they spent tangled in each other’s arms. He steps inside, and the scent of her perfume ignites a fire within him. They don’t speak, words unnecessary when their bodies are screaming for release. He grabs her, pulling her close, his hands roaming over her curves like he’s rediscovering a lost treasure. Her breath hitches as he kisses her neck, a familiar shiver running down her spine. Clothes are torn off, urgency taking over as they stumble towards the bedroom. The bed creaks under their weight as they fall onto it, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. He enters her, and the world explodes. Every thrust is a reminder of what they’ve been missing, a raw and primal connection that can’t be denied. She wraps her legs around him, meeting each thrust with a moan, her body arching in anticipation. He pulls out for a moment, teasing her, before plunging back in deeper than before. She screams his name as she comes, her body convulsing in pleasure. He doesn’t stop, driving into her harder and faster, until he can’t hold back any longer. He comes inside her, a hot and messy explosion that seals their reunion. They collapse, breathless and sweaty, the aftermath of their passion leaving them weak and satisfied. But the night is far from over. They know the risks, the consequences of their actions, but in this moment, nothing else matters. They’re lost in each other, consumed by a desire that can’t be tamed. He kisses her again, and they start all over, ready to push each other to the edge once more. This is more than just sex; it’s a release, a rebellion, a reminder of the power they hold over each other. And as they fuck again, harder and dirtier than before, they know they’ll never be able to resist the pull of their forbidden desires.