Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 71

Grace

The intensity of his voice leaves me breathless.

What am I going to do with him?

I open my mouth and just breathe, his breath mingling with mine.

His hand sneaks down, slipping inside my hospital trousers and his fingers rub my folds—so wet and warm for him already.

“ Tell me you are wet because you want a quick fuck and not because you desperately want me inside you. ” Two fingers slide between my entrance and his thumb rubs small circles on my clit, his eyes still staring into my soul, watching as my lips part and I moan at the sensation.

I still have a chance. I need to pull those fingers out of me, and replace them with his—

No.

I reach up, touching his face, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Yes.

“ Tristin… ” I whisper, pleasure hitting my body, making me shudder again.

He cuts me off with another kiss, this one softer, more tender.

Our clothes feel like a barrier, a separation that needs to be gone. Before I can register what I am doing, my hands are already working on his pants. I pop open the button, move the zipper low, and pull his pants down, to free his cock.

Tristin curses over my lips, his fingers curling inside me, hitting the spot that makes me gasp with each thrust.

“ You… ” I whimper, softly grinding against his hand. “ It’s you, Tristin. ”

Yes. I don’t want another man’s touch.

I want to do this because it’s him.

It feels so good because it’s him.

And the more I look at him, the more I realize that I am losing my mind again.

His eyes darken, and he pulls his hand away, leaving me whimpering for more. The next moment, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my trousers and tugs them down my legs.

An animalistic urge takes over me as I kick those trousers away and my legs part, one hooking around his hip.

The tip of his cock slides over my entrance and we both moan in unison. This feels too good to be true.

He grips his cock, sliding it up and down my slit, slathering it with my juices. Over and over until—

“ Tristin. ” I cry out, bucking my hips for more when his lips swallow my words and silence me.

He continues to torture me, taking pleasure in the way I squirm for him to fill me. His lips stretch against mine, a smirk pulling at them.

I tug at his hair, whining against his mouth. His cock rubs so good between my sensitive folds, over my throbbing clit.

Tristin releases my mouth and nibbles on my neck, his hands eagerly unbuttoning my shirt to expose more of my skin to him.

I moan, forgetting where we are or how anyone can walk in on us dry humping each other like wild animals.