The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 45-1

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My thighs quake harder with every one of Locke’s punishing thrusts, the thick drag of his c**k splitting me wide and hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.

His breath is hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse as he growls low praises to me – so fucking tight, baby, so fucking beautiful, Zara, The pressure coils tight in my belly, slick heat flooding around him, my p***y clenching and fluttering wildly, my cunt juices coating his shaft and dripping down my legs.

“Cum for me, Zara,” he rasps against my neck, teeth grazing skin, and the command shatters what little control I have left. “Cum hard, baby, and take me with you. Now.”

I cry out when my body helplessly obeys him, and the orgasm crashes over me, body locking up as my cunt spasms around his c**k in rhythmic pulses. Pleasure rips through me in hot waves, my vision blurring, legs threatening to give out while I sob his name and grind back helplessly, chasing every last wave.

Locke doesn’t slow, fucking me through every aftershock, his hips thrusting with renewed force as my cries turn hoarse and my body goes pliant against the wall. The emotional pull between us crackles like live wire – raw, possessive, and so damn electric – it makes my chest ache even as my p***y continues to ripple around him in greedy little pulses.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groans, voice rough and broken against my ear, his teeth sinking into the curve of my neck while his fingers dig into my hips. “God, I love fucking you bare, baby. I can feel everything.”

His rhythm falters now as the tension snaps through him, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as his c**k swells impossibly thicker inside me. I feel every pulse, the hot, thick jets of his cum flooding my p***y in heavy spurts that push deeper with each thrust, coating my walls and leaking out around his shaft.

Locke’s broad chest heaves against my back, and for a moment he stays buried to the hilt, the weight of his body pinning me to the wall while the mingled scent of sweat and sex hangs thick between us. His hand slides up to cradle my throat, not squeezing, just anchoring, thumb brushing my racing pulse as he presses a rough, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck.

“Fuck, Zara,” he says, voice shredded, the last tremors rolling through him and into me. “You’re so fucking good.”

He eases back an inch only to push in again slowly, savoring the mess he’s made, the creamy mix of us dripping free with each shallow rock of his hips. Locke’s breath hitches in ragged gasps, and he grinds slow and deep to milk every drop into my clenching p***y.

I moan at the fullness, the emotional rush of being claimed like this twisting with the raw physical pleasure, my back arching, my hands sliding up the wall to reach behind me and tangle in his hair, anchoring us together in the charged silence broken only by our panting.

“Locke,” I say breathlessly. “Your c**k feels so fucking good inside me, I’m dripping all over you… and I love

it.”

“I love you messy too, baby.”

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He doesn’t pull out right away, instead wrapping an arm around my waist to hold me steady as my legs Threatened to buckle, his softening c**k still nestled inside the glorious mess that we’ve made. His perfect Tips brush tender kisses along my shoulder now, a stark contrast to the earlier frenzy that makes my chest ache with something tender and fierce!

His fingers trail upward from my hip, slipping beneath the hem of my sweater to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger finding my n****e and rolling it slowly, deliberately, even as his c**k remains buried deep inside my cum-slicked p***y.

The rosy bud tightens instantly under his touch, sending a sharp jolt straight to my core. I gasp, my oversensitive body clenching around him involuntarily, and he groans low against my ear as my p***y walls flutter.

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