Page 82 of The Unwanted Wife

"I’m going to fuck you now."

Before she can react, I’m buried inside her in one smooth move.

She cries out.

I wait there, throbbing, pulsing inside her. Each breach is echoed by the loving clasp of her pussy around my cock. Each thump of my beating heart is mirrored by the pulse at the base of her neck. I push my nose into the curve of her shoulder, take a long sniff, then bite down through the fabric of her dress.

She wails, and the sound causes my dick to jump inside her.

I push her back to lie on the desk, then twist one of her arms up and over her head. I pin it to the surface, then the other, before locking them in place with my hand. With the other, I cup her breast, then give into temptation and lock my mouth around her nipple. I bite down again, and this time, she whimpers. I pull down on her dress, so her tit is bared, then suck on her reddened nipple. She shudders, tries to pull her hands from my grip, but I don’t release her. I place my face over hers, looking her deeply in the eyes. Then I pull out and ram into her with enough force that the entire desk screeches and moves forward.

"My… My employee will know what’s going on."

"I’ll pay her off."

"Money can’t buy everything." She holds my gaze. "Definitely not love."

"Maybe not forever, but right now, it’s you and me, and there’s nothing between us."

A shadow crosses her features, but she seems to shake it off. "Only us."

I begin to fuck her more intensely. Each time I bury myself in her, her entire body jolts. Each time I pull out, my body misses her. All of my blood is in my balls. There’s nothing left of me to give to her. Nothing except my cum. I pull out, and this time, when I thrust into her, I hit that spot deep inside her. She begins to shiver and tightens her hold around my waist, as I continue to stuff myself into her channel, continue to brush up against that sweet secret spot of hers, over and over, until tears squeeze out from the corners of her eyes.

"Please, please, please," she chants.

And I can’t hold back. I lower my face until our noses bump, and our breaths mingle, and my lips brush hers. "Come with me."

She shatters, and I absorb her cries and fuck her through her aftershocks, until I follow her over the edge. My orgasm goes on and on, and when I’m finally spent, I bury my face in the curve of her shoulder. Only then do I realize, I didn’t use a condom.

45

Skylar

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He pulls out of me. "I shouldn’t have come inside you without protection." He looks down to where his cum, and mine, I’m sure, drips down my thighs. His features tighten, his lips curl, then as if he can’t help himself, he pushes the moisture back inside me. "But now that I have, there’s no going back."

"There isn’t any going back for me, either."

He glances up at me, and a resolute look settles on his features. "Promise me, you’ll always trust me."

"Of course, I trust you."

He scoops up some of the mixture from my pussy, then paints it on my lips. "Even when it seems you can’t, especially when you’re sure you can’t… It’s then, I want you to remember this conversation. Remember the taste of us on your tongue."

I lick my lips and the salty-sweet, tangy taste fills my senses. "I’ll never forget it."

"The weight of my body on yours." He pushes his hips into mine, so his cock settles into the space between my thighs. "Remember that."

"It’s imprinted into me." I tug on my arms, and he releases me.

I cup his cheek. "What are you not telling me, Nate?"

He opens his mouth, then shuts it. "I want to tell you everything, but I can’t." There’s something tortured in his eyes, something that raises the hairs on the back of my neck. "It’s not time yet."

"I’m so confused." I look between those beloved mismatched eyes of his. "I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me."

He looks away and seems to compose himself. When he looks back at me, his gaze is clear again. "You’ll know everything when the time is right, I promise."

I told him I trust him, but for the first time, tendrils of doubt slither across my mind. What is happening? What is going on with him? Does he really love me? Is that what this is about? "Is there something about Hugo’s condition that you’re not telling me?"

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