i let my ex fuck me raw while my boyfriend waited outside [gf perspective]

he texted me out of nowhere. said he still thought about me when he jerked off. said he missed how loud i used to get when he went down on me. i should’ve ignored it. i didn’t. i told him i had a boyfriend now. he said, “so?” and somehow that was enough to make me agree to meet. we said we’d “just talk.” we both knew we wouldn’t. he opened the door and didn’t even say hi. just grabbed me by the waist and kissed me like he’d been starving for it. his hands were already under my shirt, fingers tracing the curve of my tits like he was trying to remind himself what they felt like. i melted. hated that i did, but i did. he bent me over his bed and pulled my jeans down. i said, “we shouldn’t,” right before he slid inside me raw, deep, slow enough to make my knees buckle. i could feel every inch, and all i could think about was how my boyfriend was sitting in the car waiting for me to come back. he gripped my hips tighter. whispered, “you missed this.” and i didn’t say no. he came inside me without pulling out, hands still holding me in place like he didn’t want to let go. i just laid there, shaking, catching my breath while his cum dripped down my thigh. when i finally left, my phone had three missed calls from my boyfriend. i told him i got caught in traffic. he smiled when i got in the car and said, “you okay?” i said yeah. i was soaked through my jeans and couldn’t even look at him. and the worst part? i still want to see my ex again.