The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 57

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Chapter 40

Locke

I wake to the soft spill of morning light across the sheets and the warm weight of Zara shifting against me. I look down at her, at her curvy little body still-marked with faint bruises that make my chest tighten, even as my c**k stirs hard against her thigh.

She’s already wide awake, I see now, eyes dark with that same hungry spark from last night, the one that I’m becoming addicted to. Before I can speak, she’s sliding down my chest with a wicked little smile, her fingers wrapping around my shaft.

“Easy,” I murmur, voice rough with sleep, but she just shakes her head and licks a slow stripe up the underside of my c**k, tongue hot and deliberate as she takes the head into her mouth. The sight of her lips stretching around me punches the air from my lungs. “Oh, fuck, baby… are you sure?”

She doesn’t answer me, and she doesn’t hold back, sinking lower with a filthy moan that vibrates straight through me, her tongue swirling and pressing as she works me deeper, spit slicking down my length while her hand strokes what she can’t yet take. I groan, fingers threading carefully into her hair, fighting the urge to thrust because she’s still delicate to me, but Zara’s having none of my restraint.

She pulls off just long enough to whisper I’ve wanted to taste you since last night, then swallows me again, throat relaxing as she takes me to the back, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down my balls while her free hand cups and rolls them. The wet sounds fill the quiet room, her p***y visibly glistening where she’s grinding against the sheets, and every eager bob of her head makes it harder to stay still.

“Zara… fuck, careful,” I rasp, but she only hums louder, eyes watering as she forces herself deeper, gagging softly around my c**k before pulling back to lap at the head, licking up the precum with messy, savoring strokes. “Oh, God… oh, God.”

Pleasure furls hot at the base of my spine, her filthy dedication erasing every thought except the heat of her mouth and the way she moans like she’s starving for it, taking me again and again until I’m gripping the sheets and growling her name. I can’t take it anymore, I know I’m seconds from cumming, so I pull her off my c**k.

“My turn,” I mutter, and I haul her up, flipping her onto her back against the rumpled sheets in one fluid motion, before she can protest. She lands with a soft gasp, legs spreading instinctively as I shove her thighs apart and bury my face between them. “Be a good girl now.”

The scent of her hits me first: musky and sweet, like warm honey mixed with something sharper, her arousal thick in the air, something purely feminine that makes my mouth water. Her p***y is slick and swollen, folds glistening pink under the low light, clit peeking out needy and flushed. I drag my tongue up through her slit in one long stroke, the flavor blooming rich and earthy on my tongue as I lap at her

entrance.

She’s velvet-smooth and dripping, her walls fluttering when I thrust my tongue inside, fucking her with it. I suck her folds into my mouth, teasing every crease, savoring the way she tastes like pure want. Helplessly, her thighs clamp around my head, but I pin them open, devouring her with broad licks, her scent overwhelming me until all I can think about is pulling every sweet drop of her from that perfect cunt.

“Locke,” she breathes, and I respond by spreading her wider, savoring the way that her p***y pulses and leaks more of that heady sweetness onto my face. Her thighs tremble, and I lose myself in it, growling my

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approval as I feast, every begging sound and desperate grind pulling me closer to the edge right along with her. “Locke…

‘I need to be inside you” rasp. “I need to fuck you, baby.”

“Yes,” she moans, her fingers in my hair. “Please – inside me now, please”

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I haul her up by the hips before she can catch her breath, dragging her cunt over my abs as I sit back against the headboard and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me eagerly, knees spreading wide on either side of my hips. She’s trembling, eyes glassy with need, and I fumble for the condom on the nightstand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it down my throbbing c**k in one rough motion.

Her p***y hovers just above me, dripping onto me, as she grips my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. She sinks down slowly at first, taking inch after inch of me intò that tight, soaked heat, her walls fluttering around my shaft until I’m buried to the hilt. The sensation rips a curse from my throat; she’s so wet, so perfect, grinding down with a roll of her hips that makes her clit drag against me.

She rides me hard, gripping my shoulders with desperate fingers, nails biting into my skin while her head falls back, hair tumbling in wild waves down her spine. I grip her ass, guiding her deeper, thrusting up to neet every downward slam as her moans turn ragged and broken.

The wet sounds of her p***y swallowing my c**k fill the room, mixed with the slap of skin and her breathless gasps. I thrust harder, angling to hit that spot inside her, and she cries out, pace faltering, and I drive up until we’re both right there, bodies locked in rhythm.

Her orgasm hits first, p***y pulsing in rhythmic spasms that drag me over the edge with her, my release surging deep inside her body. She shudders violently in my arms, the intensity stealing her breath, and then she goes silent, slumping forward against my chest, completely passed out from the force of it.

cradle her limp form against me, her heartbeat a faint, rapid flutter against mine. I murmur gentle words of reassurance, kiss her shoulder, her collarbone, the corner of her mouth. Each touch is infused with a tender hunger that blends the raw physicality of our bond with something deeper, more possessive. The weight of her in my lap grounds me, her trust evident in the way that she melts against me, even in unconscious surrender.

“Zara?” I whisper, running my hands up and down her back. “Żąra, baby, you with me?”

She doesn’t answer, but her breathing steadies further, a soft sigh escaping as she relaxes fully. I stay motionless, savoring the intimate connection, the way her inner walls occasionally pulse around my c**k in residual aftershocks, a reminder of how perfectly we fit together.

Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I keep one arm locked around her waist, her body still impaled

on me as I dial.

“Hi Mayhem, it’s me,” I say quietly. “Me and Zara aren’t going to be at the clubhouse today. We’re taking the day off.” I glance down at her lying in my arms, a woman who passed out cold from the intense pleasure that I gave her, and I smile. “She needs the rest.”

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