Page 49 of Marriage and Malice

He groans as he inches his cock into me. “Shit, Zoe, you feel so fucking good. How are you?”

“I need more.” I hook my legs around his waist and locking my ankles behind his back.

Christian exhales, like he is trying to keep himself in control.

He kisses me again, muffling my moans as his slow thrusts continue, burying himself to the hilt.

His weight settles above me as he gives me a minute to adjust.

I roll my hips, urging him to do more.

“Please,” I say as he kisses his way down my neck.

My back arches off the bed as he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth.

His teeth graze the sensitive skin.

Christian starts to thrust, his hips rocking against mine.

I try to match his pace, my nails digging into his back.

He groans as he moves faster, thrusting harder into me.

Waves of pleasure start to roll through me as another orgasm builds.

“I want you to come for me,” he growls low. “I want you to come all over my cock like the good girl you are.”

My pussy pulses around him as he rolls his hips and grabs a pillow.

Christian lifts my hips long enough to place the pillow beneath him.

My nails rake down his back as the angle changes, and he thrusts deeper than before.

The new angle is enough to send an orgasm crashing through me.

I come on his cock, my wetness coating him as my back arches off the bed.

“Fuck.” Christian rolls his hips, his cock throbbing as he comes. “You feel so fucking good.”

He keeps thrusting until my pussy stops clamping down around him.

He pulls out of me and relaxes on the bed beside me.

I roll onto my side to look at him.

Christian tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as exhaustion starts to set in.

It’s been a long couple of days, and all I want to do is relax.

“How are you doing?” His fingers run along my side, tracing over the curve of my hip and down my thigh. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”

“I’m great.” I smile and reach out to press my hand against the side of his face.

My thumb drifts across his cheekbone as he watches me. “Just tired.”

He smiles and turns his head to kiss my palm before getting out of bed. He stoops down to scoop me up before turning and heading to the washroom.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” I laugh as he sets me down on the counter.

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