TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 331

CHAPTER 260 MY FUCKING NIGHTMARE

CHAPTER 260: MY FU.CKING NIGHTMARE

EMBER’S POV

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He pushes into me slowly at first – torturously slow – letting me feel every thick, veined inch stretchin my cunt open, the brutal stretch burning so good it makes my mouth fall open against his neck in a sile

scream.

The water changes everything: resistance, drag, that slick, heated friction that makes every millimetre 1 like he’s splitting me in half.

By the time he’s fully seated, balls-deep, I’m so full I swear I can feel him in my throat, his massive c**k bottoming out against my cervix, stretching my walls to their limit, my p***y fluttering and creaming wil around the invasion like it’s trying to suck him even deeper.

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“Fuck, Ember.” His forehead drops to my shoulder, and the raw, wrecked quality of his voice when he’s inside me the way my name sounds in his mouth when he’s buried to the hilt and trying not to lose himself immediately – is a sound I will never get tired of hearing. “You feel like everything. Like coming home and losing my mind at the same time.”

I pull his face up and make him look at me.

I want to see his eyes while he moves. I want to watch the gold bleed, shift, and darken.

I want to see what I do to him because Knox spends his life in armour, and this is where he takes it off, and I refuse to miss a single second of the man under

He moves. Slow and deep at first, the water rocking around us with each heavy thrust, but I can feel the storm building in him – that barely-contained fury of a man who loves me so hard it makes him vicious.

Each stroke presses me harder into the rock wall, the pressure of the stone behind me, his body inside me and the water surrounding us creating the sensation of being held from every direction while he fucks me open.

His c**k drags along every sensitive ridge inside me, hitting that perfect, devastating spot over and over, making my p***y gush fresh, creamy slick down his balls in messy, filthy waves that mix with the water in filthy, wet sounds.

“Right there,” I whisper, because he’s found the angle – the one that hits something deep inside me that sends sparks up my spine and makes my vision pulse – and he locks onto it with the focus he brings to everything, adjusting his hips by millimetres until my legs tighten around his waist and my breath catches, in my throat.

“There?” he asks, and his voice is strained, the composure fraying.

“Don’t you dare move from that spot.”

“I’m going to move, love. That’s rather the point.” And he does – a long, deep, devastating stroke that

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makes me gasp, and then another… and then the leash snaps.

The rhythm turns feral.

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He starts pounding into me like he hates how much he needs me, like he’s furious at how perfectly my cunt swallows every brutal inch of him.

His hips snap forward in hard, punishing thrusts that slam me against the rock wall, water splashing violently around us with every savage drive.

He fucks me like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else, c**k spearing so deep my toes curl against the backs of his thighs and my vision whites out.

The stretch is excruciating, fucking delicious, the slap of his heavy balls against my ass loud and wet, my creamy juices coating his shaft and dripping down in thick, sloppy strings every time he pulls back only to drive in harder.

His good hand slides from my thigh to my breast, thumb tracing across my n****e through the soaked fabric, and the touch is light, but my body is so sensitised from two orgasms that it registers like a current.

I arch into his palm, and the motion shifts the angle between us, and we both groan because the new

depth is so fucking good, his c**k grinding against my G-spot and making my p***y clench like a vice

around his thick shaft.

“Take this off,” he says, his teeth tugging at my bra strap because his broken hand can’t manage the clasp.

and his good hand is busy keeping me pinned at the angle that’s making us both incoherent.

I reach back with one hand and unhook it and pull it free, and the cold air hits my bare breasts, and Knox’s

eyes drop to them, and the sound he makes – low, guttural, reverent – goes straight between my legs.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, and his mouth closes over my n****e, and he sucks hard enough that my

back arches off the rock and my hands fist in his wet hair and I drag his head closer because I want

MORE.

I want his mouth and his hands and his c**k hitting that spot inside me, and all of it happening

simultaneously, and he gives it to me because Knox bas never once denied me anything I’ve asked for in

this context, and tonight is not the night he starts.

He sucks and bites at my t**s while his e**k fucks me deep and steady at first, my p***y creaming and fluttering around every thick inch like it’s trying to milk him dry.

But the pace increases.

He’s reading my body the way he always does, tracking my breathing and the roll of my hips and the way i clench around him when he hits the right depth, calibrating every thrust to build the orgasm I can feel gathering at the base of my spine… until the control fractures.

He starts pounding me like he’s possessed – furious, relentless, hips slamming forward in brutal, punishing strokes that make my t**s bounce, and my back scrape against the rock

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makes me gasp, and then another… and then the leash snaps.

The rhythm turns feral.

+25 Points

He starts pounding into me like he hates how much he needs me, like he’s furious at how perfectly my cunt swallows every brutal inch of him.

His hips snap forward in hard, punishing thrusts that slam me against the rock wall, water splashing violently around us with every savage drive.

He fucks me like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else, c**k spearing so deep my toes curl against the

backs of his thighs and my vision whites out.

The stretch is excruciating, fucking delicious, the slap of his heavy balls against my ass loud and wet, my creamy juices coating his shaft and dripping down in thick, sloppy strings every time he pulls back only to drive in harder.

His good hand slides from my thigh to my breast, thumb tracing across my n****e through the soaked fabric, and the touch is light, but my body is so sensitised from two orgasms that it registers like a current.

I arch into his palm, and the motion shifts the angle between us, and we both groan because the new depth is so fucking good, his c**k grinding against my G-spot and making my p***y clench like a vice

around his thick shaft.

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