Page 4 of The Wrong Husband

No one had ever spoken to me this way and when he added a fourth finger, I fell apart, screaming, my eyes closed. I sobbed at the waves crashing inside me. I'd never come this way before. It had never been like this before.

He held me, kissing my face, my neck, murmuring to me. "Em, baby, you're so beautiful when you come. I want to see it again."

"I can't," I moaned.

He crawled down and spread my thighs. His hands then cupped my ass, holding me up. His mouth latched onto my pussy. I lifted up and rocked against his mouth like a wanton, like someone I didn't recognize.

"Damian." I couldn't stand it, and he knew it because he didn't stop. His mouth was like magic, taking me where his fingers hadn't, where I didn't think it was possible to go.

I put a hand over my mouth, and he lifted his head. "Let me hear you, Em. Tell me how good I make you feel."

He took my clit between his teeth and the pain felt amazing, so good. "Yes. More. More."

He soothed my clit with the flat of his tongue, traced across, moving back and forth. I knew about oral, of course I did. I watched porn. But this…this in real life was something else. Sex this amazing couldn't be healthy. It was probably like French fries, taste so good, and at the same time so bad for your cholesterol.

"Em…," he called out. "Baby, come back to me."

I blinked.

"Where were you?"

"I think your tongue is like French fries?"

He chuckled and then licked me again. "You've got to explain that, darling."

"This feels so good it must be bad for me. Like fries."

"Let me show you how bad it can get," he whispered and stroked over my clit again.

The orgasm began deeper this time, way, way, way deeper and when I came, I squirted all over him.

"God, Em, you're so fucking sexy," he said as he lapped my juices up.

He didn't give me time to recover. "I can't wait. I need to be inside you."

He surged on top of me. He bracketed my face in his hands, his gray eyes looking into my lackluster brown ones. Bianca had blue eyes like my mother. I had my father's boring eyes. Not my words, my mother's. I should close them, so he doesn't get turned off. I should—.

"No, keep your beautiful eyes open. I want to see what I do to you."

I did as he asked and what I saw in his eyes was mesmerizing. He wasn't faking it. He wanted me. He really did.

"This will hurt," he warned.

I smiled because Damian Archer was going to be inside me. The enormity of that…well, it was breathtaking.

Invisible Miss Winters had finally been seen by Damian. It was like the universe was giving me everything that I'd ever wanted. "I know. It's alright. I want it to."

I felt his erection at my entrance, and I moaned.

"I can feel how ready you are for me," he murmured. I lifted my hips, wanting to rub my clit against him, wanting that friction.

He slammed his mouth on mine and drove into me. The shock of penetration was like a bomb going off inside me. I moved my hips, not with pleasure but discomfort, pain.

He didn't let me scream because he'd locked my mouth with his. He lifted his head for an instant and I couldn't help the tears that were flowing down my cheeks. This hurt so damn good.

"Oh, Em, oh, baby, I'm so sorry."

I shook my head. "No. It feels…it's…there's pain but so much else."

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