Page 59 of The Unwanted Wife

"What do you mean?"

"I’m only halfway in."

"Wh-a-a-t?" Her mouth falls open. "You’re joking."

In response, my cock twitches inside of her.

"You…” She swallows. “You seriously aren’t all the way in?"

I lower my head and brush my mouth over hers. "I’m a big man."

"You don’t say?" she scoffs.

"Did you roll your eyes at me?"

She assumes a look of innocence. "I wouldn’t dare."

"And still sassy. Maybe you need your pussy slapped again, hmm?"

Her flush depends. "No!"

"Or maybe you need your arse spanked."

"Maybe," she says coyly.

"Why, Mrs. Davenport, I do believe you might enjoy that too much."

"It, uh, has its merits." She tips up her chin.

"And I’m sorry I took you in such a hurry."

"I don’t know"—she flutters her eyelashes—"it’s flattering that you couldn’t wait. I’d like to think I was the cause of you losing control."

"More than you’ll ever know." I circle her clit, then touch the place where I’m joined with her. A shiver grips her. And when I trace the outline of her pussy lips, moisture bathes my cock. I slide my hand behind her to the valley between her arse cheeks, and when I play with her forbidden entrance, her entire body shudders. Her inner walls spasm, and I slip further inside her. And when I lower my head and lave at her nipple, she arches her back. I bite down, and her pussy clamps down around my dick.

"Ffffuck!" I push my forehead into her shoulder to calm myself down. I will not lose control. I need to make this really good for her. I press little kisses up her neck to her mouth, and when I lick her lips, she relaxes again.

"Let me in, baby," I whisper.

She shudders and pants and writhes against me. And then she pushes up and into me. I slip in all the way to the hilt. I stay there, with my balls knocking into her cunt, and when I play with the rosette of her back-entrance, she groans, "Not today."

"Not today," I agree, "but you’ll offer me your virgin arse very soon."

"That depends." She cracks open her heavy eyelids.

"On what?"

"On how good you make it for me—" She gasps as I pull back and stay poised against the rim of her entrance.

"You were saying?—"

She blinks slowly. "Was I?"

"Hmm…" I tease her back hole. "Something about how good I make it for you?"

"Awfully cocky, aren’t you?"

I dig my knees into the mattress, and with a lunge of my hips, I sink inside her to the hilt. Hot and tight, and so fucking wet. My brain cells seem to short-circuit from the pleasure. I manage to get a hold of my thoughts and focus my gaze on her features, "Does that feel good, darling?"

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