The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 102-3

My p***y flutters around him, orgasm building fast from the angle and the weight of my whispered truth, thighs quaking as he fills me completely again and again, the love between us pulsing stronger than ever. Locke’s grip on my hip and my throat almost turns bruising as he slams into me with sudden, relentless force, the table scraping against the floor beneath us.

“Cum for me,” he says, voice raw and commanding, “Cum hard on my c**k, baby. Give me everything.”

I cry out in helpless and automatic response, fingers scrabbling for purchase as the intensity overwhelms me, his c**k pounding mercilessly while he demands my surrender.

“That’s it, let go for me,” he rasps, his hand sliding from my hip to between me and the table, to rub tight circles over my swollen clit, his breath hot against my neck, his hand tight around my throat. “Right now.”

The coil inside me snaps hard, my p***y clamping down around him in rhythmic spasms, slick arousal gushing around his thrusting length as pleasure crashes through me in waves, leaving me shaking and gasping his name.

He groans deep in his chest, hips stuttering as my climax milks him like hands, his own release hitting with bruising intensity. Thick pulses of heat flood my cunt as he buries himself to the hilt, c**k throbbing and twitching inside me while his thighs tremble against the back of mine.

The world narrows to the shared rush of our orgasms, his body draped over me, heart pounding in sync with my own as the aftershocks ripple through us both. His hand softens on my throat, thumb stroking gently while he stays buried deep, our mingled release leaking down my thighs in warm streaks.

Yet as the moment stretches, I shift under him, my face turning to meet his gaze. The movement presses our slick skin tighter together, his softening c**k brushing my sensitive folds and sending a final shiver through me.

His eyes flare with something fierce and unguarded, the depths softening as he looks back at me, his hand rising to cradle my jaw while his thumb traces the curve of my lower lip. My mouth is still swollen and sensitive from taking his c**k so thoroughly and deeply, and I love the sensation.

Every point of contact hums with afterglow and promise: his palms smoothing back my tousled, tumbled hair; my thighs trembling against his; his chest heaving against my back; his tattooed hands clutching my fingers on the cool wood table.

I rock gently against him, savoring the slick glide of our bodies and the way his c**k twitches with renewed interest against my clit, the scent of our sex wrapping around us like another layer of intimacy.

As I close my eyes and just breathe, I suddenly understand that saying ‘I love you’ has altered everything. It binds us not just in wild lust and dark passion, but in the quiet, amazing knowledge that we belong to each other now.

Fully and without reservation.

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