Page 31 of The Rancher's Amnesia Bride

"Charlee-Mae, mon Dieu..."

The sound of her husband's lust-roughened groan made Charlee-Mae want to moan herself, but with her mouth completely stuffed, all she could do was reach up to gently squeeze his balls while sucking harder on his cock, which was hotter, harder, and bigger than she could ever imagine.

It made her dizzy with pleasure, knowing that this unbelievably enormous cock was all hers and hers alone, and when her husband slowly started to move, the realization that something she had once secretly dreamed of—-

The man she loved was now fucking her mouth—-

Aaaah.

All she could suddenly think about was doing anything and everything she could to pleasure her husband. To suck and lick him endlessly. Caress his balls. And when she heard him growling her name and felt him try to pull out—-

No!

Her hands tightened around the muscled cheeks of his ass, and she sucked his cock as hard as she could—-

"Putain!"

His hand on her neck tightened a fraction, and then he was groaning, his cum shooting out of his cock. It tasted hot, salty, and very much him, and all she could do was close her eyes as she drank and swallowed everything in.

Philippe carefully pulled out of his wife's mouth before drawing her gently up to her feet. Amber eyes looked up to him, and his chest clenched at the tenderness he saw in his wife's gaze.

"Mon coeur..."

He had used the endearment before. Just once. But now, he knew once was still more than enough, and that he should not have spoken such words before until he had meant them...like now.

His mother was right, after all.

A hopeless romantic he seemed to fucking be as well, having fallen in love with the wife who was only supposed to be his tool for revenge.

Chapter Eight

Charlee-Mae's heart started thudding against her chest when her husband suddenly walked away...to check if their door was locked. It wasn't (oh my), but it was now, and by the time Philippe walked back to her side, the butterflies in her stomach had already started flying around like they had completely lost their minds...and they went even crazier when Philippe locked his gaze with hers just as he started removing the rest of his clothing.

Oh...my...Lord.

He was naked in mere moments, and Charlee-Mae's throat went dry. Philippe had always been gorgeous, but he was more so now, with every muscular inch of him exposed. The light sprinkling of hair on his chest made her fingers itch, and they itched even more as her gaze trailed down and she saw his fully aroused cock visibly throbbing with need.

Philippe started walking towards her, and her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when he started unbuttoning her clothes. It also took only moments to have her naked, and when she saw the way her husband was staring so hungrily at her breasts—-

She cupped her tits, and he groaned.

"Please," she whispered.

And she had no need to say anything else, with Philippe already bending his head to suckle her breast even as he lifted her up in his arms.

The feel of his mouth on her nipple had her throwing her head back with a moan, and all she could do was wrap her limbs around him as he carried her back to bed. His mouth continued to suckle on her breast as he laid her down, and she could only whimper and buckle as she felt him position himself between her legs.

He felt incredibly big and hard, and his mouth sweet and fierce at the same time as he moved on to suckle her other breast. It just felt so, so good, having his mouth sucking on her nipple, and she could only cry out when that same mouth moved all the way down—-

Aaah!

She would've flown off the bed if not for his fingers clamping around her thighs to hold her down, and Charlee-Mae could only whimper as Philippe slowly ran his tongue against her swollen folds.

"I cannot get enough of your taste, mon ceour."

His whispered words had her buckling, but since it was also at that moment Philippe had chosen to drive his fingers inside of her—-

Oh God!

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