The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 190

Chapter 102-1

“Come on,” Locke murmurs, his voice rough with need, “On your knees, baby.”

“What about Jade, though? say. “What if she walks in?”

“I heard her snoring through the door. She’s out for the rest of the night – so be a good girl and do as I say

now.”

Without any more hesitation, I slide off the cushions and onto the rug, the fabric rough against my bare skin, my pulse hammering as I settle between his spread thighs. His c**k strains against his jeans, thick and insistent, and I reach up with trembling fingers to free it, wrapping my hand around the hot, veined length that pulses in my grip.

The head glistens in the dim light, and I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness before I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deeper.

Locke groans low in his throat, his fingers threading through my hair as I bob my head, saliva slicking his shaft. I feel my own arousal building, my cunt throbbing and wet against the lace of my panties.

His free hand cups my breast again, thumb circling my n****e until it hardens, and I moan around him, the vibration making his thighs tense.

The room spins with the sounds of my sucking, the musky scent of his skin, and the electric charge of our connection, pulling me further into the heat of the moment.

Locke’s fingers tighten in my hair, gripping the strands with a possessive urgency that sends a shiver straight to my core. He thrusts upward, pushing deeper into my mouth, the thick head of his c**k nudging the back of my throat and forcing a wet gag that only seems to spur him on.

“God, I love you, baby,” he gasps, voice low and commanding, his free hand pressing down on the back of my head to guide me further until my nose brushes the dark hair at the base of his c**k. “Love you so fucking much.”

My p***y clenches, slick arousal soaking through the thin material and coating my inner thighs as I rock my hips against nothing, desperate for friction. The emotional tether between us pulses stronger than the physical one.

Locke pulls back just enough to let me gasp for air, then drives in again, deeper, his grip unyielding as he sets a pace that leaves me dizzy with need. My whole body aches with pulsing want, and I moan around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips.

Every thrust builds the heat between us, blending the sting of my scalp with the throb of my clit and the fierce connection that makes my heart race in time with his. I feel owned and cherished and adored alkat once, lost in the slick heat of his c**k filling my mouth, the scent of our mingled arousal thickening the air as I give myself over completely to the rhythm he demands.

His voice cuts through the haze like velvet wrapped around steel:

“Finger that pretty p***y for me while you take me suck me,” Locke says, his grip on my hair unrelenting as

he holds me in place for another slow, deliberate thrust that stretches my throat around his throbbing c**k. “Nice and slow and deep.”

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Lebcy without hesitation, sliding one hand down between my spread thighs to yank the soaked lace aside, Tingers finding my swollen clit before sinking two digits into my slick heat with a moist sound that makes him groan.

The stretch feels exquisite, my inner walls clenching greedily around my own fingers as I pump them in time with the bob of my head, saliva and precum coating my lips while I force myself lower, deeper.

Every inch of him fills my mouth and throat, the thick vein pulsing against my tongue as I swallow around the intrusion, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes from the intensity. My own fingers work faster, stroking that sensitive spot inside me, the heel of my palm grinding against my clit with each thrust of my hips.

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