Page 14 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

“I told you,” he whispered in my ear, pushin’ his hard dick against my thigh. “You belong to me. And I want him to see.”

“N-no… this is wrong—”

But then he slid in.

And I forgot what wrong felt like.

He moved slow at first, like he was savorin’ me. My legs wrapped around his waist on reflex, body respondin’ before my brain could stop it.

“Tell him,” Fontaine growled, his lips by my ear. “Tell him this pussy mine.”

I shook my head, tears of pleasure rollin’.

He slammed into me harder.

“Say it.”

“F-Fontaine—”

Another stroke, deeper, heavier. My body betrayed me again, gettin’ wetter, my moans louder.

“Say it, baby.”

He hit that spot. That dangerous, forbidden,addictin’spot—and I broke.

I looked my husband in his eyes… and whispered:

“This pussy his, f-fuck it’s all his.”

Fontaine roared like a lion, grippin’ my hips and poundin’ into me like he owned my soul. I came again, screamin’ his name, eyes never leavin’ the man I once said “I do” to.

But in that moment…

I belonged to Fontaine.

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TELL HIM Pt 2

Janelle

My throat was raw from screamin’ his name. My chest rose and fell fast as hell, sweat glistenin’ all over my body. But Fontaine? He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He flipped me like I weighed nothin’, layin’ me flat on my stomach. His hand slid up the arch of my back, down to my ass, grippin’ it hard while his dick dragged against my soaked folds.

“You hear that?” he growled low in my ear. “That sound right there? That’s phat ma so soaked for me, baby.”

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sound of our bodies smackin’ together echoed through the room like porn on full blast. It was filthy. Loud. Shameful.

And I couldn’t stop beggin’ for more.

“F-Fontaine please…”

He grabbed a handful of my hair, yankin’ my head back gently, but firm. “Please what, baby? Speak the fuck up, can’t hear you.”

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