Page 56 of Misconducts & Temptation

“So wet for me,” he said, almost to himself. “And so fucking tight. I can't wait to bury my dick inside of you.”

His words sent a shiver through me, adding to the heat pooling in my core. He began moving his finger inside me, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch. Each movement was measured, as if he was savoring every moment. The sensation was intense, each thrust of his finger sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

I felt myself clenching around him involuntarily, my body responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his gaze dark and intent, as if he was studying every reaction.

The slow rhythm he set was maddeningly effective, building a steady crescendo of pleasure that made it hard to think or breathe. His finger curled slightly inside me, hitting a spot that made me arch my back and bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"No," he murmured. "Don't hold yourself back. Be loud, you got it? I want to hear you."

Keaton's other hand moved to my hip, holding me steady as he continued his slow exploration. The contrast between the firm grip on my hip and the gentle movements inside me was intoxicating.

My world had narrowed down to the sensations he was creating and the intensity of his gaze. Every nerve in my body seemed attuned to his touch, each movement drawing out a response I hadn’t known I was capable of.

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with each passing second, the slow build-up making it all the more intense. Keaton seemed aware of this too; a small smirk played on his lips as he watched me.

Every thrust, every curl of his finger seemed designed to drive me closer to the brink. The pleasure was almost unbearable in its intensity, leaving me teetering on the edge and craving more with each passing moment.

Keaton’s head moved lower, his breath hot against my skin. At first, I had no idea what he was doing until his lips pressed against my mound and his tongue flicked my clit. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through my entire body. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me steady.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer to the pleasure. “So sweet and all mine.”

His tongue worked expertly, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that left me breathless. He alternated between gentle licks and firmer strokes, each movement drawing out new sensations that made my head spin. I couldn’t help but moan, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear you. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, adding to the heat pooling in my core. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on my clit while his fingers slid inside me again, curling just right to hit that perfect spot.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said between licks, his voice low and intense. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

The combination of his words and his touch pushed me closer to the edge. My body responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I felt myself teetering on the brink, the tension building to an almost unbearable peak.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a mix of authority and need. “I want to taste you when you come.”

The intensity of his words and the skill of his tongue sent me over the edge. My body tensed, every muscle contracting as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, unable to hold back as I climaxed hard against his mouth.

Keaton didn’t stop; he lapped up my release like he couldn’t get enough of it, his tongue moving hungrily against me. The sensation was overwhelming, each flick of his tongue drawing out the pleasure even further until I was left trembling beneath him.

Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine with a look of pure satisfaction and hunger still lingering in their depths.

Keaton kissed me, his lips warm and insistent against mine. I expected to feel disgusted, tasting myself on his mouth, but instead, a strange sense of eroticism washed over me. His tongue explored my mouth with a new fervor, and I found myself responding with equal intensity.

When he pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. Slowly, he began to strip down, revealing the hard planes of his body. His chest was sculpted, each muscle defined and taut under his smooth skin. The lines of his abs formed a perfect six-pack, leading down to the sharp V at his hips. His body was a work of art, every inch exuding strength and control.

He positioned himself between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips firmly but gently. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the weight of him pressing down just enough to remind me how real this moment was.

"There's no way around it," he said softly, his voice low. "It's going to hurt. But I promise, I'll make you feel good."

I bit my lip and nodded, my heart racing in anticipation and nervousness. His gaze softened for a moment as he leaned in to kiss me again.

"That's my girl," he murmured against my lips before pulling back slightly. He looked into my eyes with an expression that was both possessive and affectionate. "That's mywife."

I felt the tip of him press against me, and nervousness flooded through me. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he began to push inside.

He was thick. The initial stretch sent a sharp pain through me, making me gasp and tense up. My fingers instinctively dug into his shoulders, my nails sinking into his skin as I tried to brace myself against the discomfort.

"That's it, babes," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper filled with both encouragement and command. "Stretch out for me. Let me in."

He kissed my neck softly, the warmth of his breath contrasting with the slow, insistent pressure below. Keaton pushed in little by little, each movement drawing both pain and an odd sense of fullness that I couldn't quite describe. My body resisted at first, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelming.

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