The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 67-1

The elevator doors stide shut with a soft hiss, sealing us inside the mirrored box that climbs toward Locke’s penthouse.

I steal a glance at him, his broad frame filling the space beside me, his black t-shirt stretched across the hard planes of his chest.

The silence pulses in my ears, heavy and electris until the words slip from my lips in a soft whisper. “Hey, handsome.”

He turns his head, gray eyes locking onto mine.

I rise onto my tiptoes without thinking, closing the distance.

He moves then, backing me against the cool elevator wall. His hips pin me there, the hard length of his c**k straining against his jeans and nudging insistently at my thigh.

My legs part slightly as his free hand trails down my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast before gripping my waist.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” he says, low and deep. “I’ve missed having you in my arms, my bed, my life. The apartment just doesn’t feel like home when you aren’t in it. And I have to say it – I’ve missed this.”

He leans down and takes my mouth. When the doors slide open, neither of us breaks away. Locke keeps his hand at the back of my neck, guiding me backward out of the elevator.

The dark living space stretches out behind us, but all I feel is the heat of his body. He guides me backward through the room until the cold glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows hits my back.

Locke’s stubble scrapes deliciously along my jaw as he trails open-mouthed kisses down my throat, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. One large hand cups my breast through my sweater, thumb circling the stiffened peak until I arch into his touch with a whimper.

Outside, the city lights sprawl below us, but my entire focus is on him.

I pull back just enough to breathe. “Locke… please fuck me right here.”

He looks down at me, his voice rough. “Are you sure?”

My answer is action, fingers flying to the buttons of my coat, shrugging it off my shoulders and letting it pool at my feet. I kick off my boots, shove my jeans and underwear down over my hips in one frantic motion, then peel my sweater over my head, baring my skin to the cool air.

Locke matches my pace, shedding his cut, unfastening his jeans and kicking them aside, yanking his t-shirt off in a single fluid pull until he’s standing naked before me.

His c**k stands thick and heavy between us, the head already glistening, while my n*****s tighten into peaks and wetness slicks my inner thighs.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around the thick shaft of his c**k, feeling the hot, velvety skin pulse against my palm as I stroke him once, twice, the slick bead of precum easing the glide.

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Locke groans low in his throat, his hips jerking forward, but then he catches my wrist to stop me.

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He sildes another hand down between my thighs, parting my slick folds with two thick digits and thrusting them deep into my cont without warning. The sudden stretch draws a cry from my lips, my walls clenching around the invasion as he curls them upward.

He works me open, pumping steadily, his thumb circling my swollen clit in tight, wet circles that send sparks racing up my spine and make my knees buckle.

“Please,” I gasp, hips rocking desperately against his hand, “Locke, I need… oh God… more, please.”

He doesn’t relent until I’m whimpering his name, my p***y fluttering and soaking his palm, then he withdraws slowly, lifting those glistening fingers to his mouth. His tongue laps at my cunt juices with deliberate hunger, eyes locked on mine as he sucks them clean, the sight sending a fresh flood of heat between my legs.

In one motion he lifts me up, strong hands gripping my ass as he presses me hard against the cool window again.

My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, and then he’s shoving inside me in one deep thrust, his thick c**k stretching my cunt wide as he fills me completely.

I moan loudly at the burn and fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders while he starts to move, each powerful stroke grinding me against the glass and sending jolts of raw pleasure through my core.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn tight,” he growls against my ear, his voice rough, hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt every time.

“This wet little cunt is gripping me like it never wants to let go. You like that, baby? Like getting fucked hard against the window where everyone can see how desperate you are for my c**k?”

He grips my ass harder to angle me just right, so his thrusts hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

“That’s it, take every inch,” he rasps, eyes half-lidded with hunger but never leaving my face, “I’m gonna fuck this p***y all night until you’re begging for more. Feel how deep I am?”

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