Page 58 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

I moved to the next rock, but it was a little smaller than I thought, sinking down under my weight, and I had to jump hastily to the next one.

This one was very slippery, and my feet skidded off, oh shit, I was going to go headfirst into the stream, and land right on those other sharp rocks, oh god, fuck

And then Grayson was there, grabbing me around the waist and jumping safely to the bank.

I led out of a huge sobbing shudder of relief.

“Caught you,” he growled in my ear, and he flipped me around and pressed me up on my belly against a tree.

I bit my lip to feel him behind me, the bottom half of his legs soaking wet from the river.

Grayson’s hands were on me, curving around my waist and pulling me so I was flush up against his body.

“Oh, Clementine,” he groaned, his hand tangling in my hair, grabbing handfuls pleasurably tightly. “I want you so badly.”

My skin felt prickly with his admission. “Well, that’s not what the court transcripts say,” I shot at him, gasping as his mouth fell to my throat so he could run his tongue up my skin, nibble teasingly at my ear.

“I lied,” he said, and I ground back against him, my fingers tightening on the rough bark of the tree as I wiggled my ass into his big cock.

“Oh fuck, you better stop me now, Clementine,” he warned, but I only did it again, grinding down so hard on his cock that I could feel it between my legs, and he ripped down my leggings in one swift motion.

I moaned, spreading my legs eagerly, and he grabbed my ass and thighs, plunging his cock so deep I felt my eyes roll back in my head.

His hand on my ass felt heated, his skin burning up as he made a low guttural noise of pleasure.

“Holy shit,” I said, because I remembered that delicious stretch, that feeling of being totally stretched and filled by him.

My fingers clutched desperately at the bark for something to hold onto as he began to stroke in and out of me, his thrusts rough and jagged, taking me with a raw, primal need.

“Clementine—hell,” he said, his voice sounding raw too, almost cracking with emotion. “I missed you so much.”

My whole core felt on fire, my nipples now painfully tight and taut against the tree.

I was on my tiptoes, stretched to get as close to him as I could as he tipped my ass up in the air to pound inside me.

He was so big there was a moment of delicious, heady panic each time he pulled out, as I wondered if he could possibly fit, that split second before he bottomed out again, and I gasped with pleasure.

Grayson had never been so vocal before, with each thrust he groaned over and over again in my ear

I love you so much

You feel so goddamn perfect

Fuck, I love you

Please baby girl

Please

Shit, I can’t last much longer

With one hand, he reached down to my clit, and he began to rub gently with two calloused fingers.

It felt like he had memorized every inch of my body, remembered the perfect pressure, just the perfect mix of gentle and firm, and my head fell back onto his chest as I felt the first flush of my orgasm, heat blooming in my cheeks.

“Come for me, sweet girl,” he rumbled, his chest vibrating, and I did, the bark scraping off in big, jagged pieces as my core tightened around his cock and I came with a wild, exultant shriek, the pleasure unbearably strong, my pussy tightening with powerful pulses.

He came immediately in me, his voice low and rough in my ear, his stubble scraping my throat. He was so big I felt each pulse and twitch of his cock as he filled me, the pleasure of each liquid jet searing through me.

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