Escaping miracle-1

“Fuck, I am gonna cum, Amelia.” He pants.

Throwing my head back, I let my orgasm take over. “Jonathan!”

It shakes throughout my body and my pussy clenches around his cock.

With one deep thrust, he spills his cum deep inside of me.

Thank God I am on birth control.

Jonathan pulls out and collapses next to me, breathless. His arm is covering his eyes and I lay here, staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.

Within five minutes, I begin to hear him snoring. It has been months since we have cuddled after sex. You would think it would make me mad, but honestly, I am grateful. I don’t need his love.

I quickly jump out of bed and walk over to the dresser. Grabbing one of t-shirts out of his drawer, I quickly throw it on and make my way out of the large bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen. The sun has gone down, leaving it completely dark in the two story house. I switch on a light and walk over to the fridge. It is almost empty, with only a few items here and there. Mostly something to drink, never something to eat except for the occasional leftovers I store in here on the nights Jonathan never makes it home in time. Sometimes, though, he doesn’t come home at all.