Page 155 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Every button to press.

He plays my body like a finely tuned instrument, forcing pleasure from me whether I want it or not.

“That’s it, baby.” His hips snap forward, brutal and precise. “Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful taking my cock.”

A ragged sob tears from my throat.

Pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave.

“You wanna come around my cock, baby?” His voice is a dark, wicked taunt.

“Y-Yes.” My face is wet with tears. “Ford, please, yes.”

He doesn’t slow down. “Did you tell me everything about that asshole we killed?”

My head jerks up.

“Yes,” I gasp. “I promise.”

Ford grins against my skin. “Will you ever keep secrets from me again?”

I shake my head so fast, my vision blurs. “No! I promise, I won’t.”

He slams deeper.

Harder.

More punishing.

“Am I your husband?”

The orgasm builds like a wildfire, flames licking at my skin, consuming me.

My body shakes violently. “Yes. You’re my husband, Ford.”

His grin is feral. “Then come on my cock, wife.”

Iexplode.

The force of my orgasm is so brutal, I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything except scream his name.

But he’s not done.

“Nuh-uh, baby.” Ford grips my hair, dragging my back to his chest. “Now, I’m gonna make you come again.”

I whimper, too sensitive, too wrecked—too fucking turned on to stop him.

His hand slips between my body and the mattress, rubbing my clit with slow, devastating precision.

“Oh, God.”

Ford’s dark chuckle sends shivers down my spine.

“God isn’t here, sweetheart.” He licks the shell of my ear. “You’re fucking the devil tonight.”

His voice is gravel.

Pure sinful torment.

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