The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 191

Chapter 102-2

The dual sensations coil tighter in my core – his c**k claiming my throat with possessive depth, my p***y dripping around my knuckles, the scent of sex heavy in the cool air.

I moan again, the vibration rippling along his length as he pushes even deeper, my fingers plunging harder into my soaked folds in desperate rhythms Pleasure builds like a storm, my thighs trembling, n*****s tight and aching, the emotional pull between us amplifying every wet glide and breathless gasp.

Locke’s thighs tense beneath my free hand, his control fraying as he feeds me more of his c**k, and I give myself over to it all… the stretch, the ache, the overwhelming sense of being his in this moment of shared surrender.

He rises suddenly, pulling free from my mouth, and in one fluid motion he hauls me up, strong arms banding around my waist as he lifts me effortlessly against his chest, my legs wrapping around him on

instinct.

My soaked fingers slip free from my helplessly clenching p***y. My heart hammers with that familiar mix of thrill and trust, the way he always knows exactly when to take charge and how much I crave it.

He carries me across the room to the large dining table, its polished wood cool against the heated skin of my palms as he sets me down on my trembling legs, and spins me around. A firm hand presses between my shoulder blades, bending me forward until my breasts flatten against the surface, my cheek turned to the side so I can still catch glimpses of his eyes in the reflection of the window.

My panties are yanked down and off roughly, thrown across the floor, the cool air kissing my exposed, dripping cunt. The blunt head of his c**k nudges against my entrance, thick and insistent, sliding through my slickness to coat himself in my arousal.

I push back instinctively, desperate for the fullness only he can give, my body shaking wildly with anticipation and the deep emotional current that runs between us like an unspoken vow.

Locke’s grip tightens on my body, his breath ragged as he lines up and begins to press inside, the broad crown stretching my p***y lips open inch by deliberate inch. A low moan escapes me at the exquisite burn and pressure, walls fluttering around him as he sinks deeper, claiming every sensitive spot with that perfect, unhurried thrust.

My n*****s drag against the table with each shift of my body, sending sparks straight to my clit, and I reach back blindly to clutch at his thigh, needing the anchor of his solid presence.

I twist against the polished wood, craning my neck to lock eyes with him over my shoulder, the angle straining my body but worth it for the way his gaze darkens further.

“Locke,” I breathe, voice husky and trembling as his c**k drives deeper, stretching my p***y with each relentless thrust, “I love you so damn much… it terrifies me how much I need this, need you, like you’re the only one who sees all of me.”

The confession spills out raw and honest, my cunt clenching tighter around him, slick arousal coating his shaft as he bottoms out and holds there, pauses and waits, hips flush against my ass.

“Love you too, Zara… you’re the most fucking perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

Chapter 102-

His fingers dig into my hips, a low groan rumbling from his chest while he starts to move again, slow and deliberate strokes that drag his thick length along every sensitive nerve inside me. The table creaks beneath us, my breasts sliding faster against the cool surface, n*****s aching from the friction.

I push back to meet him fingers curling against the wood as pleasure coils tighter, His breath is hot on my neck when he leans over me, one hand sliding up to grip my throat gently, possessively, anchoring us in a way that makes my heart swell, even as my clit-throbs untouched.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my ear, voice thick with emotion and lust, thrusting harder now. “And you sure as hell have me.”

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