Page 32 of The Rancher's Amnesia Bride

Charlee-Mae felt like she was losing her mind as Philippe's fingers went deep in her pussy, just as his mouth latched on to her clit. His fingers started to move, and her hips rose and fell in a seemingly frantic attempt to keep up with the pace of his thrusts.

And it was fast.

His fingers were plunging in and out of her pussy so, so fast it was making her struggle to catch her breath.

"Philippe, oh God..."

But what was truly making her go crazy was his mouth on her clit, his tongue teasing, circling, and lashing against the nub of flesh, and just when she felt like she could no longer take it—-

Her husband nipped her clit ever so lightly with his teeth, and that was all it took, with Charlee-Mae gasping as she started to cum.

Oh my Lord!

Her orgasm turned her whole world upside down, and as wave after wave of pleasure pounded her body, she vaguely felt Philippe moving back and taking hold of her legs to spread them open, wider and wider oh God, until—-

"Philippe!"

She could only whisper his name in shock as he entered her without warning, his cock driving hard and fast into her still-quivering pussy until it completely broke past her hymen.

She saw his jaw clench as he looked down at where their bodies were joined—-

"You're bleeding, mon coeur."

The words had her pussy tightening around his cock, and Philippe groaned.

"You are so tight..."

Her inner muscles reacted to his words, and Philippe's features became strained.

"I need to move, ma femme."

Charlee-Mae could only manage a nod, and as soon as she did, oh Lord—-

She moaned, and then she moaned again, with Philippe having started to move, and the feel of his cock pulling out and thrusting back inside of her—-

"C'est magnifique," she whispered unthinkingly, and to her surprise, her husband suddenly cursed under his breath.

"Philippe?"

"You shouldn't have said that," he growled.

She wanted to ask what he meant, but she could no longer do so with Philippe suddenly kneeling up just as his fingers curled around her ankles. The next thing she knew, he was holding her legs wide open in the air—-

"I'll try to be gentle," her husband said hoarsely.

Try?

Did he just say try——OH MY LORD!

He pulled out and rammed back into her, and no, oh God, this was not gentle, not gentle at all, but it was just, ah, just so, so good that all she could do was pant and hold on to the edges of the bed—-

God, he was pounding into her so, so fast, and so, so hard, and oh God, she could feel it again, she could feel it building hotter and hotter and hotter—-

Until something inside of her imploded, and Charlee-Mae cried out as her body shattered. It was her second orgasm in just under an hour, and as her body shuddered and shuddered, Philippe was still thrusting in and out of her pussy, his movements wilder and less controlled. Just seeing him so beautifully aroused, and knowing that it was all because of her, was enough to give her orgasm new life, and as another wave of pleasure threatened to carry her away, she heard herself whisper, "Je t'aime, mon bébé."

While the words completely caught Philippe off guard, and her French accent did him in, it was the look in his wife's eyes that made him careen off the edge, and as he felt himself explode inside of her and fill her insides with his cum—-

He, too, could not stop himself from saying the truth.

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