The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 56

Chapter 39

Chapter 39-2

“You tell me if it’s too much for you, Zara,” he says, caressing my face, settling between my legs. “It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man, so we need to take it slow, and you tell me if it hurts. We stop if you say so.”

“OK,” I whisper. “I trust you.”

“You should, baby. All I want is to make you feel good.”

“I know,” I say, and I do actually know that. “And you do make me feel good, Locke. Better than I ever have.

“Then let’s see how much better I can make you feel… what do you say?”

“I say yes.” I arch against him, feel his thick, hard c**k press against my cunt. “Yes, please.”

He takes that massive c**k in his hand, notches that broad head against my p***y entrance and pushes in slowly, stretching me inch by inch while his hand cradles the back of my head, watching my face for any sign of pain. He sinks deeper and deeper, filling me completely for the first time.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs against my lips. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So full,” I whimper, voice trembling with uncontrollable pleasure. “You’re so big and thick. It’s… amazing. and I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He fucks me with measured thrusts at first, hips rolling in a sweet, steady rhythm that builds heat without jarring my injuries, his huge c**k dragging against my inner walls while his thumb circles my clit, keeping me right there on the brink. The room fills with the wet sounds of our joining, my p***y clenching greedily around his c**k while he rocks into me, his mouth hot on my throat.

“Locke.” I can barely get his name out. “Locke, please… please fuck me… I need you to – oh!”

Suddenly, and with zero warning, he’s rolling us over. His strong hands flip me onto my uninjured side with my back to his chest, his one arm hooked under my knee to spread me wider as he drives back in from behind. The new angle hits deeper, his c**k slamming into my p***y with relentless strokes that make my breasts bounce and my juices soak his thighs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn tight,” he growls into my ear, pounding harder now, his free hand finding my clit. I give a broken gasp, pushing back to meet every thrust, my cunt fluttering and dripping around his c**k as he fucks me relentless and deep, my bruises forgotten under the raw, dark pleasure ripping through us both.

Finally, finally, the denied orgasm crashes over me in waves and Locke fucks me through it, my p***y clenching and releasing on him. And that sets him off, at long last, it steals his self-control. He groans, fighting his own release as my body milks him, until his rhythm falters and he buries himself deep inside my quaking body, cumming hard with a low growl against my throat.

He stays inside me afterward, kissing my neck, my shoulder, murmuring soft words of aftercare while my body trembles through the aftershocks. He pulls out of me carefully, then slowly turns me to face him. I wrap myself around him, holding him as tightly as he’s holding me.

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He drops a kiss on my lips. “Are you OK? Any pain?”

1 smile at the worried look on his face, trace the scar on his chin. “None.”

“Is that the truth?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” I draw an ‘x’ between my breasts, watch his eyes follow the movement.” I feel amazing.”

“Sore?” He gently traces my p***y lips. “Inside, mean?”

“Maybe a bit of an ache,” I say. “But I like it. It’s a good kind of ache, you know?”

“I do know,” Locke says. “And you know what else I know?”

“What?”

“I know what helps with that kind of ache. In fact, I know the best cure there is.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” He kisses my nose, then gives me what I can only describe as a mischievous look.

He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers:

“I’m thinking that you need a hot bath.”

And God help me, suddenly I’m ravenous for him.

Again. Always. Forever.

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