Page 114 of When Hearts Surrender

I suckle her clit and hammer my fingers inside her, the wet sounds of my movements adding to the erotic soundtrack of the sex happening on the other side of the glass.

Her walls clench as she bows up, her muscles tense and rigid, and with a dark chuckle, I kiss those pretty lips of her pussy and take out my fingers.

“No! Maxwell, I need to come,” Belle complains as she tries to pull me back with her legs.

I crawl above her and yank down her dress and bra so I can see the pretty brown nipples saluting me. Hovering above her, I grind my body on hers, my cock leaking and making a mess, but I don’t care.

“Look at my prim and proper wife, begging for my cock underneath me. You’re a cum slut just for me. Insatiable. You need to come, little muse? You need my cock inside your tight pussy because you’re aching for me?” I rasp as I stare into her tawny eyes, the blacks of her pupils nearly eclipsing her irises.

“Yes,” she pants out her answer, and angles her hips so my dick slides against her clit with every gyration. Her eyes roll backward as I feel her legs shaking.

“No one knows the real you, you tiny little thing needing my big cock and cum so I can get your belly full of me, because I’m putting ababy inside you.”

“Y-Yes, please help me.” She claws my back and I growl from the pain, which only adds to my pleasure.

“Beg me, Belle. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to stuff you full of my cum.” Burning heat races down my spine to my balls and a spurt of cum erupts from my cock, dripping over her pussy lips, adding to the slick lubrication as I fight the urge to come.

Her glazed eyes snap open, her mouth parting. “Fuck me, Maxwell. Use me like your whore and give me all your cum.” The dirty words slip out of her mouth and I see her eyes widening in surprise.

Only I get to see this side of her.

Mindless with lust, I wrench her legs above my shoulders and slam inside her in one stroke.

“Fuuuuck,” I roar, the heat from her core engulfing my cock in a vise and pleasure, overwhelming pleasure, chases away all the worries in my mind.

She screams and thrashes under me as I lock her hands above her head and begin moving in a quick rhythm.

I won’t last long.

Each thrust sends us farther up the bed until we’re by the headboard.

Belle is moaning loudly, incoherent words slipping out of her lips as I stare at her flushed face, the beauty mark under her eye, the connection in our gaze only adding to the inferno burning inside me.

My cock swells and lengthens, sliding into her pussy like my life depends on it, and I briefly register the quieting moans from the scene happening on the other side of the glass.

I slap a hand on a button by the panel, and I link my fingers with Belle’s over her head, my gaze glued to hers, watching her eyes darken and smolder.

Belle’s legs tremble before locking around my waist and I angle her further under me so I can enter her deeper, hitting a spot so far up that has her screaming.

“Come, little muse. They can hear you begging for my cum.” They can’t see her, but they can damn well hear my little closet exhibitionist.

Belle screams louder and she detonates.

I grip her hands tightly as her pussy strangles my cock in a chokehold and I go over the edge with her, flying into euphoria.

Release after release streams out of me, the madness disorienting.

Minutes pass by before either of us can move. The room on the other side of the glass darkens, the performers long having vacated the space.

I brace myself above her, so that every part of me is touching her body, and kiss those pouty lips, tasting her sweetness, savoring this intense connection that has been simmering in the background since the day she stepped into my car.

My heart swells as I break our kiss to stare at her.

This beautiful woman who sees all my scars and flaws and yet accepts me for who I am. The perfect yin to my yang.

“Belle, I,” I swallow before pressing another kiss to her lips. “I…I…”

Her eyes mist over, as if she knows everything I’m feeling, my soul bursting with so many vibrant colors I don’t know how to get the masterpiece in my heart out onto paper.

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