The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 72-1

I part my thighs wide for him, feeling the slick heat of my arousal already coating my folds, and let my fingers trail over the swell of my breasts, pausing to circle one tight n****e.

My fingers move down my stomach, trembling with anticipation, until they slip between my thighs to find the slick folds of my p***y, already swollen and dripping with need.

The first brush of my fingertips against my clit sends a sharp jolt through me, and I exhale shakily, tracing the swollen lips of my p***y with deliberate slowness, circling the sensitive nub again and again as wetness gathers and coats my hand.

Each stroke draws the pleasure tighter, my hips lifting instinctively toward my touch as I dip two fingers inside my p***y, feeling the soft, yielding heat clench around them. My free hand grips the rug beside me, anchoring me against the rising tide.

Locke stands over me, eyes dark and hooded, his c**k pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans, yet he makes no move to touch me or himself.

He just watches, the weight of his attention pinning me in place, deepening the intirnacy until every sensation feels amplified by his presence.

My arousal coils tighter, clit throbbing beneath my fingertips, wetness coating my thighs as I fuck myself with increasing urgency, chasing the edge without crossing it.

I bite my lip to hold back the rising moans, forcing my movements to slow when the pleasure threatens to crest, drawing out the exquisite ache until my p***y clenches around nothing, desperate for more, for him.

The room spins, my skin flushed and slick with sweat, every nerve alight as I meet his eyes again, submitting fully to the command that keeps me hovering in this suspended bliss.

The command comes in that same velvet tone, low and unyielding as he stands over me:

“Don’t you cum, Zara,” he says, his eyes locked on mine with that familiar intensity. “Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.”

The words settle over me like a physical restraint, and I obey, my fingers never pausing their slow, torturous rhythm even as my body arches off the rug, a desperate moan slipping free.

I’m so close, the pressure coiling tight in my core, my clit pulsing under my touch while my inner walls flutter around the finger I’ve buried inside, but I hold back, biting my lip harder as fresh waves of need crash through me. My hips roll instinctively, chasing friction I can’t have, sweat beading along my collarbone and sliding down the valley between my breasts.

He begins to undress with deliberate patience, shrugging out of his shirt to reveal the muscled planes of his chest, the trail of tattoos and dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband.

His jeans follow, his c**k springing free, and I almost cum at the thought that it will be inside me soon, plugging and filling me up.

Still he watches me, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place as I writhe beneath him, my moans growing ragged, my thighs trembling from the effort of holding the edge without tipping over.

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Finally he lowers himself, the solid heat of his body settling over mine without pressing his weight fully down, his c**k resting hot and insistent against my hip as he braces on his forearms.

His face hovers inches from mine, dark eyes drinking in every flicker of expression – the way my mouth parts on each gasp, the flutter of my lashes, the silent plea in my gaze

I keep stroking, two fingers sliding through my folds in a rhythm that feels both too much and not enough, my free hand clutching at his shoulder as the denied orgasm builds and builds, leaving me trembling and raw beneath him, utterly his in the quiet intensity of the moment.

He shifts his hips, the thick head of his c**k dragging hot and slick along my inner thigh before he guides it lower, pressing just the blunt tip against my entrance.

The contact alone sends a jolt through me, and before he can push even an inch deeper, my body seizes, the command to hold back shattering like glass.

My cunt clenches violently around that single, teasing inch, and the orgasm rips through me in a wild, uncontrollable rush, my hips bucking hard against him, legs shaking as I cry out, the sound raw and

broken.

Waves crash over me, my walls fluttering and pulsing, flooding his cockhead with a rush of wetness that soaks us both, my fingers still frantically rubbing my clit even as the pleasure spirals out of control.

I arch up, legs wrapping around his hips in a desperate grip as the climax refuses to fade, turning into something frantic and endless, my breath sobbing out in gasps while my body writhes beneath him.

He groans above me, his eyes widening with shock, his c**k twitching at my entrance as he freezes, barely inside me, yet already feeling the full force of my release squeezing him.

Neither of us expected it, the intensity leaving us both stunned, my body still twitching and grinding against him in aftershocks, the connection between us flaring hotter from the sheer surprise of how completely I’ve surrendered.

“Fuck, baby, already?” he rasps, voice strained with disbelief, his own control cracking as my spasms milk that sensitive tip, drawing a bead of precum from him that mixes with my slick. “How the hell did that happen?”

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