TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING novel Chapter 414

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CHAPTER 339 STRETCHED ON THE FLOOR

CHAPTER 339: STRETCHED ON THE FLOOR

EMBER’S POV

The stretch burns so good. He’s so thick I feel every ridge, every inch forcing me open, and he doesn’t give me time to adjust.

He just starts fucking me-hard, fast, the same way he fights.

Every thrust slams me back into the mat, the wet sound of my cunt taking him loud and filthy between us.

I’m soaked, dripping around him, and the way he fills me has my toes curling inside my shoes.

His hand grips my thigh and shoves it wider. The other plants beside my head, caging me in.

His face hovers right above mine, jaw tight, eyes locked on every flutter of my lashes, every broken sound I make while he pounds into me.

He watches me like he’s memorising exactly how I look when he’s ruining me.

“Take it,” he growls, voice rough. “Fucking take every inch. My beautiful clever girl.”

I claw at his back, nails sinking in. He fucks me harder.

The slap of skin, the way his c**k drags over that spot inside me again and… the heavy press

of his body pinning me down-it’s overwhelming. My moans are getting louder, higher. I can’t stop

them.

He shifts his angle, and suddenly every thrust grinds the base of b

whole body jolts.

“Come,” he orders against my ear. “Come on my c**k. Now.”

right against my clit. My

It rips through me. My back bows hard off the mat, thighs shaking violently as my p***y clamps down around him in tight, pulsing waves.

Pleasure crashes over me so intensely my vision whites out.

I’m still coming when he keeps fucking me through it-deep, relentless-dragging every last tremor out of me until I’m whimpering and oversensitive and completely limp beneath him.

When I finally go boneless, he’s still hard inside me.

My p***y A

wide under

his

weakly

weight,

his c**k with every afte. ck. I’m sweaty, wrecked, legs spread

and I don’t even care that someone could walk in.

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But Knox isn’t finished.

He pulls out slowly, the wet drag making me gasp.

Before I can catch my breath, he hauls me off the floor like I weigh nothing. My arms go around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

He carries me out of the training hall with his c**k still hard and slick between us, every/step making me feel how empty I am now.

By the time he kicks our bedroom door shut and drops me onto the centre of the mattress, my blood is already roaring again.

He follows me down, covering me completely, and sinks back into me in one smooth, deep thrust that has me arching off the sheets with a broken moan.

This time, he takes me apart more slowly.

He grinds deep-rolling his hips in a ruthless, claiming rhythm that rubs my clit with every stroke.

His c**k feels even thicker like this, stretching me open while he watches my face the whole time.

One of his hands slides under my thigh, hitching my leg higher so he can get impossibly deeper. The other cradles the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me.

Every slow, grinding thrust sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I’m already sensitive from the first orgasm, and he knows it.

He uses it-keeps the pressure perfect on my clit, keeps hitting that spot inside me until I’m shaking again, until my nails are digging into his shoulders and I’m moaning his name like a prayer.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, voice low and dark against my mouth, “Let me feel you come again. Give it

to me.”

The second orgasm builds slower but hits harder. It rolls through me in long, pulsing waves that make my whole body tremble.

My p***y clenches around him in rhythmic spasms, milking his c**k while he keeps grinding through every second of it, drawing it out until I’m sobbing and completely gone-boneless, warm, and thoroughly ruined under him…

It’s only then, when the room is heavy with heat and I can barely lift my head, that a sudden knock hits our bedroom door.

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