Page 152 of Exes and Oh Hell No

My pussy is so wet, the embarrassing sounds filling the cold, dark room.

The air carries the acrid scent of coal as my breaths rasp in and out, faster and faster, mixing with Ford’s sweat and the body wash he used this morning.

He keeps my wrists pinned over my head, his fingers fucking my pussy harder and faster than he ever has.

His warm breaths feather over my skin before his teeth sink into my neck, marking me.

I yelp from the pain, my pussy growing even wetter.

“Fuck,” he growls. “That’s it, wifey. Fucking soak my fingers.”

His words, his rough touch, his dominance, all of it are sending me dangerously close to the edge.

My legs begin to violently shake as I brace myself for the most vicious orgasm I’ve ever had.

I’m close.

So close.

And then—he’s gone.

I sag against the wall, my legs trembling. “W-Why did you stop?”

Ford chuckles darkly, stepping back. “You don’t deserve to come yet,wife.”

My heart lurches. “What?”

Before I can react, he grabs me, slinging me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.

He smacks my asshard.

“F-Ford?” I whimper, confused.

Wrecked.

Desperate.

“What are you?—”

Another sharp slap.

“Don’t question me, wife.”

His voice is cold.

Calculated.

Merciless.

I dangle over his shoulder, too stunned to fight him as he strides toward the house.

“Told you I was going to punish you.” His grip tightens. “This is only the beginning.”

Holy fuck.

I’ll never survive this.

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