The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 52-1

I lie naked on my stomach, melting into the sheets as Locke’s strong hands glide over my shoulders in slow, deliberate circles that press deep into my muscles.

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I shift slightly, my breasts flattening against the mattress, n*****s hardening from the friction, and a low hum escapes my lips as his hands slide tower, tracing the curve of my waist.

His touch grows bolder now, fingers trailing over the swell of my ass before parting my thighs just enough

to expose me.

I feel the air kiss my skin, and then, teasingly slow, his index finger slips between my folds, finding my p***y already damp from anticipation.

He doesn’t push in, just strokes along the sensitive outer lips, circling my entrance with feather-light pressure that makes my hips twitch involuntarily.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, but his finger teases me now, just the tip breaching me in shallow, rhythmic dips, pulls a gasp from my throat. “Breathe, baby.”

His other hand continues the massage on my lower back, grounding me even as his finger slides deeper, making my thighs tremble.

I bury my face in the pillow, breathing in the linen’s crisp scent while my cunt throbs.

Then two fingers slip inside me, sinking deep into the tight heat of my p***y in one smooth stroke, curling just enough to brush that perfect spot before withdrawing almost all the way. He does it again, teasingly shallow at first, building a rhythm that makes my breath hitch and my walls clench around him, every movement sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my core.

My fingers twist in the sheets as he strokes deeper now. The massage has definitely shifted into something hotter, more intimate, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me steady while he works me open with those skilled fingers. He’s no longer teasing me, but driving into me with purpose, the heel of his palm grinding against my swollen clit on every thrust.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath against the pillow, hips pushing back against his hand in silent plea. “Locke, please… I need it harder. Make me cum.”

He obliges without a word, his fingers plunging deeper in my cunt, his thumb circling my clit with firmer pressure, the wet sounds of my arousal growing louder, messier.

My hips buck back against his hand, chasing the friction, thighs quivering as heat floods through me in

waves.

I can feel it building fast now, my walls fluttering and clenching around his thick fingers, slickness coating his knuckles as he works me with single-minded intensity.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I gasp, the words tumbling out desperate and raw, my entire body trembling as the orgasm crashes toward me. “I’m gonna cum…”

My back arches hard, legs shaking uncontrollably as I come undone, crying out his name while waves of ecstasy ripple through my core, my juices slicking his hand as he draws every last shudder from me.

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My body collapses into the mattress afterward, still twitching with aftershocks, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his fingers slow to gentle, lazy thrusts, easing me through the haze while his free hand strokes soothingly along my spine.

The air feels heavier now, charged with the scent of my release and the lavender oil, my skin flushed and oversensitive. I turn my head slightly, catching his dark, hungry gaze, and the silent promise in it sends a fresh spark of need through me, even as I try to catch my breath.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing, a soft whimper escaping my lips at the loss. I watch through half-lidded eyes as Locke stands beside the bed and undresses.

He peels off his shirt first, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the taut lines of his abdomen, then shoves down his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. His c**k springs free, thick and heavy, and the sight sends a fresh rush of liquid squirting between my legs.

He climbs onto the bed behind me, the mattress dipping under his weight, and his strong hands grip my hips, guiding me up onto my hands and knees with gentle insistence.

Even as he positions me, one hand slides around me, over my stomach and between my thighs, fingers stroking my dripping cunt in slow, deliberate circles, spreading my wetness and making me arch back against him with a moan.

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