Ending Their Affair

Diana has been having an affair with her boss' husband, Ryan, for more than two years. And though the sex is still amazing, she knows she has to end it. She's ready to move on with her life, starting with answering the call of her ticking biological clock by visiting a clinic and looking at donors. But Ryan isn't ready to let her go, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep her. Even if it means giving her the baby that she wants...

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I braced my hands against the wall, leaning into it as each thrust of his cock nearly lifted me off my feet.

Fuck, he felt so good.

He always did.

But this had to be the last time. It had to be.

Even as I had that thought, he worked over my body the way he knew best, his finger stroking my clit in time with the movements of his hard dick inside my pussy. He was deliberately making me cum.

And I wasn’t strong enough to resist.

Not when I would never know this kind of pleasure again.

I cried out.

His hand immediately came up to cover my mouth, his strong arm wrapping around me from behind to pull me up against his hard body. “Shhh.” His whisper was rough, like a growl, and his hot breath puffing on the sensitive spot behind my ear made me moan into his hand. “You’re going to get us caught, Diana.”

That should have been the last thing I wanted. After all, that would be a sure way to end this affair for good.

And yet…

He groaned low and I could tell he was getting ready to cum too. Ramming in deep, his cock throbbing as he released his seed.

Which was safely caught in a condom, rather than where it could do damage to my future.

My pussy clenched repeatedly, as if it also wanted to hold on to him as long as possible. But then he began to soften and slid out of me.

Smoothing my skirt back down into place, I immediately stood up. Leaning against the wall on my shaking legs as I remained facing away from him. I couldn’t look at him, not when I needed every last bit of resolve to do what I needed to do.

But the words were sticking in my throat.

I listened to the sound of his zipper. The clank of his belt buckle. “Same time next week?” he asked.

It was the same thing he always said. Though we didn’t always wait a full week before fucking again.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Can’t fit me into your busy schedule?”

He sounded so unconcerned. So confident that I couldn’t be rejecting him. And why wouldn’t he be? I hadn’t been able to turn away from him for two years, even though he was married to someone else. “I can’t do this any longer, Ryan.”

“What? You have someone else?”

“Maybe.”

“The fuck?”

I whirled about then, my anger enough to give me the strength I needed for this moment. “Don’t you dare judge me. Not when you come here every week, fuck my brains out, then go home to her.”

He touched his wedding ring, as if he had forgotten about it until now. “I thought you were fine with that.”

“I was. But it’s been two years. Things change.” Damn it. Tears were burning in my eyes, but I would not let them fall. That was the last thing I wanted him to see. “I’ve changed. I want more than this.”