The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 37-1

Zara

Clair

The office shrinks around us, gets smaller and tighter, until there’s nothing in this whole world except me and him. Lips, eyes, hands, breaths, heartbeats

And rising, shrieking need.

Locke’s hands are already all over me, pulling me closer against the warmth of his huge body. His mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that steals my breath, lips parting mine in a deep, filthy kiss that tastes like coffee and want, tongues sliding hot and wet as his fingers tangle in my hair, hold my head still, keep me exactly where he wants me.

It comes to me now that nobody has ever touched me the way that this man does. Sure, I had boyfriends before marrying Knox, and sure, some of them even made me cum. But nothing like Locke, and his sheer intensity that makes my knees weak, makes my heart hammer against my ribs. It should maybe be overwhelming, even frightening, but there’s something in the way he holds me – steady, protective, confident – that keeps me from tipping over, keeps me hot and eager for more.

He breaks the kiss just enough to murmur against my swollen lips, voice low and rough. “I want to make you feel good in your body, Zara. Let me take care of you.”

His words send a thrill through me, caring and raw all at once, and before I can do more than nod, he picks me up again and sets me down on the desk, papers scattering as he pushes me onto its cool surface, my legs dangling. His hands work quickly but gently, unzipping my boots, unbuttoning my jeans and peeling them down my legs, whisking my underwear away in one smooth motion, exposing my bare p***y to the cool air and his heated gaze.

“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, pushing me down on the desk, spreading my legs wider, his fingers tracing my folds, already slick with arousal that I can’t deny. Two thick fingers slide over my p***y, circling my clit with firm pressure before pushing inside, right against that sweet spot that makes my whole body arch.” You have the most beautiful cunt that that I’ve ever seen, baby.”

I gasp at the filthy praise, at the stretch, at the overwhelming sensation of being filled, and his free hand cradles my hip, his thumb stroking soothing circles. He adds another finger now, pumping them in a steady rhythm that curls against my inner walls. My thighs tremble around his wrist as he fucks me slow and deep, and wet, obscene sounds fill the office as my walls clench around his fingers.

“I’ve got you, Zara.” He leans over me, free hand cradling my cheek, thumb brushing my lip, those amazing eyes nailing me in place with tender focus. “That’s it, breathe for me, and then cum for me…”

The rhythm builds, his palm grinding against my clit with every thrust, my hips bucking. Pleasure coils tight in my belly, dangerous and safe all at once, until it snaps, hard and brutally.

My orgasm starts to crash through me in pulsing waves, my cunt fluttering and gushing around him while he whispers how good I am, how beautiful I look coming undone for him. The feeling grows and grows inside me, getting higher and stronger, and then I cum with a broken cry that he catches in his mouth with another deep kiss, holding me safe while I shake wildly.

My body is still trembling, thighs slick and quivering against the hard edge of the table as Locke’s fingers slip free of my dripping hole. He doesn’t give me even a second to recover, though. He drops to his knees

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Chom

between my splayed legs, his eyes locking onto mine with that predatory hunger, and then his mouth is on me. His tongue drags flat and insistent over my soaked slit, lapping at the juices still dripping from my p***y, and I gasp, my hands flying to his head.

“Fuck, Locke… oh God, it’s too much,” I moan, but my cunt betrays me grinding against his face as he sucks my swollen clit between his lips, flicking it hard with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t – I can’t -”

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