Cheating boyfriend, I am breaking up with you

I stormed into the apartment, phone clutched in my fist like a weapon. "We're done," I snapped the second I saw him on the couch. "I saw the messages. All of them. You cheated on me, you piece of shit. I'm leaving."

He stood slowly, eyes narrowing. "You think you can just walk out? After everything?"

"Yes," I shot back. "I'm not staying with a liar who sticks his dick in my friend."

His jaw clenched. "You don't get to decide that. You're not walking out that door."

"Watch me," I hissed, turning toward the exit. My boyfriend really had the nerve. He had cheated on me with my (former) friend yet he was here acting all high and mighty. As I stepped off from him, he moved fast.

One hard shove between my shoulder blades sent me stumbling forward until my hips slammed against the dining table. Before I could spin around he was on me, yanking my skirt up and ripping my panties down my thighs. The fabric tore. Cold air hit my bare skin.

"No—get off me!" I tried to push up, but he pressed my chest flat against the wood and kicked my feet apart. His belt clinked, zipper rasped, and then the thick head of his cock shoved between my folds without warning. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt inside my pussy. I gasped, the sudden stretch burning as my walls clenched around the invasion.

He started fucking me immediately, hips slamming forward so the table legs scraped across the floor. Each thrust drove a grunt out of me. My pussy was so used to his cock that I got wet almost immediately. My fingers clawed at the smooth surface while he held me down and pounded into my cunt with angry, punishing strokes.

"You want to leave this?" he growled, voice rough as he drove in deep again and again.

"Yes," I panted, even as my body jolted with every slam. "You're a cheater. I am done with you."

He reached under me, fingers finding my clit and rubbing hard circles while his cock kept spearing into me. Wet sounds filled the room—his seven inch shaft sliding through my growing slickness, skin slapping skin. My legs trembled. Heat coiled tighter in my belly despite the words leaving my mouth. It felt so damn good.

"You want to leave this cock?" he demanded, thrusting harder, faster.

"Yes," I choked out, voice cracking. "You're a cheater. I—"

My sentence broke into a cry as the orgasm hit. My pussy clamped down hard around him, pulsing and squeezing in rhythmic waves while I came. My thighs shook violently. Clear fluid gushed around his thrusting shaft and dripped down my legs. My hips bucked back against him even as I tried to stay still, the climax ripping through me so intensely my vision blurred.

He kept fucking me through it, grunting as my cunt milked him. "You like it," he rasped. "You fucking like my cock slut."

He kept me pinned to the table, one hand gripping the back of my neck while the other yanked my hips higher. His cock slammed into my pussy without mercy, stretching me wide with every brutal thrust. The table creaked under us as he drove in balls-deep, pulling almost all the way out before ramming forward again. Skin slapped loudly against skin. My skirt stayed bunched around my waist, panties dangling at my knees.

"It's not my fault," he grunted, pounding harder. "Bela threw herself at me. She likes the way I fuck. You can't blame me for that. You fucking told her."

"You're still a cheater," I gasped, voice shaking as his shaft speared through my slick walls again and again. Yes I had boasted to Bela about my boyfriends dick. And how he made me cum multiple times.

He reached under me and rubbed my clit in rough, fast circles while his hips kept snapping forward. My body jolted with each impact. Wet sounds grew louder as my pussy clenched tight around him.

"I don't care what you saw," he growled. "I'm not letting you go. This cunt is mine."

The pressure built fast again. My thighs trembled. I tried to hold it back but the second orgasm crashed through me harder than the first. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and pulsing as I came. A rush of wetness gushed out around his shaft and ran down my legs. My hips jerked back against him involuntarily while I moaned through clenched teeth.

He didn't slow down. He kept fucking me straight through the climax, using my twitching cunt for his pleasure. My walls fluttered and milked him with every thrust. He was such a self centered man. I was still shaking when the third wave started building almost immediately.

"That's right," he said, voice thick. "Cum again."

My final orgasm hit while he was buried inside me. My pussy locked down hard, rhythmic contractions rippling along his length as another flood of slick poured out. My legs nearly gave out. I whimpered as the pleasure ripped through me. He held me in place and kept thrusting, driving his cock through the tight, spasming grip of my cunt until my vision went white.

My juices dripped steadily down my thighs. He stayed deep filling me with his cum, grinding against my ass while my pussy continued to pulse around him. I stayed bent over the table, chest heaving, skirt ruined, body still twitching from the back-to-back orgasms.

I stayed bent over the table, chest heaving, skirt bunched at my waist, his cum leaking out around his soft shaft as the aftershocks made my pussy twitch and flutter. The breakup words still burned on my tongue, but my body had betrayed me completely.