The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 84

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Chapter 55-2

His fingers dig into my waist, anchoring me as he pulls back just enough for the head to catch at my entrance before slamming forward again.

Clam

I can feel every ridge and vein of him dragging along my inner walls, the way he pulses thick and insistent, and my p***y clenches greedily around him in response, my honey coating us both.

He shifts his angle slightly, leaning forward to hit that spot over and over without mercy, his shoulders pressing my thighs back until my knees nearly touch my chest.

“You feel that? How deep I am?” he mutters, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust that makes the cuffs rattle over my head. “You feel how much your cunt opens for me, baby?”

Sweat slicks between our bodies, and the musky scent of sex grows heavier, wrapping around us like a second skin. My clit aches untouched, swollen and throbbing with each pass of his c**k.

I whimper and strain upward, and he leans in to nip at my lower lip, pushing my thighs hard against my upper body.

“Not yet,” he whispers against my mouth, fucking me harder, “I want to feel you shake and beg first… I want this sweet p***y to squeeze me like it never wants to let go.”

The pressure builds unbearably with each relentless thrust, his c**k plunging so deep it steals my breath, and I can’t hold back the words that spill from my lips:

“Please, Locke,” I gasp, my voice breaking as my p***y clenches around him, desperate for more friction, more everything, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. “I need to cum… please, fuck me harder, let me feel it.”

He groans at my plea, his thrusts picking up speed without losing that punishing depth, his balls slapping wetly against my ass as he folds me tighter beneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps against my ear, voice thick with his own restraint, the tendons in his neck standing out as he drives into my slick heat. “Be a good girl and beg me for it.”

“Please,” I whimper again, the word tumbling out raw and needy, my body trembling on the edge as he hits that spot over and over, until stars burst behind my eyelids. “Locke, I can’t – I’m going to – I’m begging you

He hushes me with a low growl, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss that tastes of salt and surrender, his tongue thrusting in rhythm with his c**k.

Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest, mingling with the sheen already coating my skin, and the slap of our bodies grows frantic as he picks up speed, pounding into my soaked p***y with punishing precision.

My thighs tremble against his shoulders, the stretch burning sweetly, and every inch of him throbs hot and thick inside me.

I feel owned, cherished, and utterly undone all at once, the emotional weight of his gaze anchoring me even as my body screams for release. Finally, finally, one hand slides down my body.

His thumb circles my swollen clit with firm, deliberate pressure, sending jolts of pleasure racing through

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me as his c**k slams deeper.

Clam

I cry out, my p***y clenching around him in rhythmic spasms that draw a guttural moan from his throat, his hips pistoning faster now, relentless.

My orgasm crashes over me now, the intensity building beyond anything that I’ve ever felt before, my vision fracturing into sparks.

The sensations are so fierce that my vision tunnels and the room goes black, and that’s when Locke finally lets go of his iron-clad control.

His c**k throbs thick and hot, spilling pulse after pulse as he groans my name, the heat of his cum flooding inside me, his body shuddering against mine while his thumb keeps working my clit through the aftershocks.

The darkness holds me suspended, my body shaking uncontrollably around him, thighs quivering against his shoulders as the intensity drags on, leaving me breathless and utterly spent.

His mouth finds mine again, the kiss desperate and caring all at once, and I feel the tenderness in the way his hand cups my face even as our hearts hammer in sync.

“You did so good,” he whispers, voice hoarse. The cuffs bite into my wrists as I sag against them, utterly undone, “You’re fucking amazing, baby.”

Slowly, the darkness recedes, pinpricks of light returning as I blink up at him, my body limp and humming, his c**k still nestled deep and twitching inside my fluttering cunt.

Locke brushes damp strands from my forehead, his eyes soft with that fierce tenderness that I’ve become totally addicted to. “You okay?”

“Oh, God.” I smile at him, watch the worry line disappear from between this eyebrows. “I’m so okay.”

“Yeah?” He lowers my legs off his shoulders carefully, watching me to see if I wince. “So you like the handcuffs, huh?”

I flutter my eyelashes at him. “I do. Do you?”

“Hmmm, let me see.” He grins at me. “I can have a gorgeous, naked woman cuffed to my bed, ready to use whoever I want, whenever the urge strikes? I mean why would I like that?”

“No idea, handsome.” I giggle. “But as I said before, you’re creative. I bet you’d come up with some reasons to like it.”

“Yeah?” He cocks his head at me. “You think so?”

“Oh,” I say with a wink. “I know so.”

“How do you know?”

“Because,” I say softly, dropping the joking tone. “I trust you.”

“That’s right, baby,” he says, his voice rough with emotion. “That is goddamn right.”

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