The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 52-2-

Chapter 52-2

Claim

The sheets grow damper beneath me às more arousal leaks from my p***y, trickling down in warm rivulets while he keeps teasing me. Every stroke of his fingers pulls me deeper into the haze of need, and I push back onto his hand, craving the fullness that only he can give.

His fingers slip away, replaced by the insistent press of his c**k against my entrance, thick and hot as he nudges forward. I gasp as he sinks into me in one slow, deliberate thrust, stretching my p***y around him until he’s buried to the hilt, his hips flush against my ass.

The fullness makes my toes curl, a deep ache blooming into pleasure that radiates through my core.

Locke leans over me fully now, his chest pressing firm and warm against my back. His hands slide up my arms to cover mine where they clutch the sheets, fingers lacing tight with mine as he starts to move, rocking into me with steady, measured strokes that drag his c**k along every sensitive inch inside.

I can feel every ridge of him, the way he pulses deep within, and the intimacy of it – the way his grip grounds me, his weight a comforting anchor – makes my heart race as much as the sensation does. He grunts low, the sound vibrating through his chest into my spine, and I push back to meet him, clenching around his length as he withdraws almost completely before filling me again.

The air grows thicker with our shared scent, lavender and sweat mingling as our bodies slide together, his thrusts deepening without rushing, building that exquisite tension in my belly with every grind of his hips. His hands squeeze mine tighter, thumbs stroking over my knuckles in a tender contrast to the raw heat of his c**k driving into my dripping cunt.

His pace quickens then, with deeper, more urgent thrusts that slam his c**k into my soaked p***y again and again, his balls pressing tight against my clit with every stroke. I cry out his name, the pressure inside me building fast and hot, until I’m dancing right on the edge again.

“Cum again, Zara,” Locke growls, his breath ragged against my ear, his fingers tightening almost painfully around mine, and his next words push me over. “Cum with me.”

My second orgasm crashes through me in pulsing waves, my p***y squeezing and milking him as hot pleasure floods my every nerve, and I feel him throb deep inside just as he groans and spills, flooding my

cunt with his cum.

The intensity leaves me shaking, my arms giving out beneath me so I collapse forward onto the mattress, chest heaving and breasts pressed into the soaked sheets. Locke follows without pulling out, his body covering mine completely, the solid weight of him pinning me down in the best way as his chest molds to my back.

Panting, he carefully lifts me and turns me onto my side, his arms wrapped around me.

As our heartbeats and breaths slow, one hand is still laced with mine, while the other slides beneath my breasts to hold me close. His lips find the curve of my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, and he murmurs how perfect I feel against him.

When he can actually talk, Locke breaks the silence first. “Well.”

I look over my shoulder at him. “Well?”

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The corner of his mouth lifts. “I think we’ve successfully disproved the theory that chemotherapy has stolen all your energy.”

I laugh. “You think?”

“I’m fairly confident.”

“So you’re admitting that I was right?”

“I’m admitting…” He pretends to consider it very carefully. “That you’re recovering remarkably well.”

“I’ll take it.”

Clas

“I thought you might.” His hand slides gently into my hair, brushing it back from my face. “I’m proud of you, Zara.”

I smile, reaching up to brush my fingertips along his jaw. “So…”

“So?”

‘I suppose this means you’ll let me go back to the clubhouse tomorrow.”

‘I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that part.”

‘Not a chance.”

‘I know.” He leans down and kisses my forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “But first…”

“Yes?”

‘You need a shower, and based on your recent exhaustion, you need a showering chaperone.”

I groan immediately. “Locke.”

‘What?”

“You know exactly what happens when we get into the shower together.”

His eyebrows lift in perfect innocence. “Is that a problem, baby?”

I meet his gaze, unable to stop smiling as warmth spreads through me all over again.

“Not at all, big guy.” I steal one quick kiss before accepting his hand and climbing off the bed, already imagining how dirty we can be while getting clean. “Not in the slightest.”

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