Page 41 of Under His Embrace

In seconds, I was aroused. Slick wetness stuck between my legs, evidence of my need for him. My pussy throbbed, aching to wrap around his dick that was already so hard as he pushed me to backpedal toward the bed. And every time he clenched his arms around me, my breasts stung with the pain of neediness.

I needed him to touch me everywhere. I wanted to explore and caress him all over. And he was on the same page.

Instead of reenacting how we’d made love the night of Prom, like he teased before the wedding when he saw me in a dress similar to what I wore that night years ago, we fell to the bed. He wasn’t going to take me in front of a mirror, but on the mattress. I didn’t care how or where, just so long as I was with him and he was deep inside me.

As we untangled ourselves to remove our clothes, kissing with every movement, he shifted me until I was on my back. I shivered as he trailed down my body, spreading wet kisses from my mouth to my neck, then further south to my breasts as he fingered me and smeared my cream over my entrance. And lower yet.

I closed my eyes and held onto his head as he licked and sucked at my pussy.

“Just as delicious as I remember,” he mumbled against my cunt.

“Franco…” I whined, not caring how needy I sounded. He loved it when I lost control for him. He relished how wild I would cry out for him.

“Shh,” he reminded me.

We weren’t in the other house, but here, in the big mansion where others could hear us.

I moaned, rocking up against his mouth, seeking that release he teased me with. Between his fingers in my entrance and his tongue circling my clit, I was right there. My orgasm was so close.

But I couldn’t get there. No matter how many times I tried to focus on him, on how good this felt, the nagging thoughts of guilt and shame crept in.

How could I lie here and let him do this to me when I was lying to him?

What was okay about my asking for this loving from him when I hid his son from him?

“Come back to me, Chloe,” he said, sweet but rough as he added another finger.

I groaned at my tightness stretching around him. It drove more pleasure through me, but his words stalled me.

Come back to him? How many times did he think that over the years? How long had he wished for that? I knew he said it now, at this moment, because he could tell that I was getting distracted. He meant it as an order to focus on him, on this moment.

“I’ve lost too much time with you,” he said as he left my pussy and crawled back up until he spooned me. “And I refuse to lose any more.”

I sighed at the change of positions. He lifted my leg to drape over his as he thrust into me from behind. Twisting to lower his head, he latched his mouth over my nipple and sucked hard.

Again, he pushed me so close to coming. With every stroke of his big cock sliding in and out of me, he urged me that much closer to exploding in an intense orgasm. He coaxed me to come, to rupture and squeeze him, to milk him dry.

But once more, those gnawing thoughts and worries about how I’d wronged him ate at me.

“I want you to come for me, Chloe.” He paired his gruff instruction with a slap on my ass.

I stiffened, holding my breath. He’d never done anything like this before. He’d never lifted a hand to me. Wes did, to hurt me. While the slap on my ass stung, it also felt… good.

“Chloe?” he asked, noticing my reaction.

“I…” I couldn’t say it.

He didn’t need me to explain. He rained another slap on my ass, that cheek exposed to the air with my leg draped over his. As the heat of the smack warmed my skin, he moved his fingers to my pussy. With his dick slid almost all the way back out, he felt around where we were connected, no doubt noticing how much more aroused I was.

“You like it?”

I nodded and thrust back against him. “More.”

It shocked me, how much I liked him spanking me as he fucked me hard, but it was a different element that served to push me over the edge. He saw that I was distracted, and with a little bit of a kink to throw me off, I came so swiftly and so forcefully, he muffled my cries with kisses.

He followed me, flooding my pussy with his hot cum.

“Fuck, Chloe. I fucking love you,” he growled against me. Holding me close, he repeated those words as he slowed his thrusts and slumped to the bed.

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