Page 16 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

And this time…

I screamed his name loud enough for the whole damn world to hear.

My legs felt like jelly. I was breathin’ heavy, my body still hummin’ from every orgasm he ripped outta me.

But Fontaine wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

He stood up over me, chest glistening, muscles flexin’, veins bulgin’. That deep, demonic voice rolled from his lips smooth as whiskey, but heavy with command.

“Get on them knees, baby.”

My body moved before my mind caught up. I slid off the bed and dropped, the carpet burnin’ my knees, heart poundin’. I looked up at him, my lips still swollen, thighs slick with everything he’d done to me.

He gripped that big, dark dick in his hand, stroke slow—eyes locked on mine like he was lookin’ through me.

“Look at me, baby,” he whispered. “With them pretty, pretty eyes.”

My lips parted. My heart? Slammin’ against my chest. He took a step closer, slid his free hand to the back of my head, and guided it just how he wanted.

“I know you can take it. Make that shit nasty for me, Ok?”

He fed it to me. Inch by inch. My lips stretched around his thickness, tears prickin’ my eyes from the weight of him alone. He groaned deep—smokin’ blunt growl—thumb wipin’ my cheek.

“Yesss. Just like that, baby… there you go.”

I gagged.

He moaned.

I looked up, eyes waterin’ as I choked on every inch of him—and he loved that shit. His head fell back, jaw tight, chest risin’ fast.

Then—

He looked over at my husband.

Still tied to the chair. Still watchin’.

“This my mouth, nigga,” Fontaine said low and dangerous. “Mine now. You ain’t never gettin’ her back.”

I whimpered, embarrassed and aroused all at once. But that shit made him twitch in my mouth. He picked up pace, usin’ my throat.

His fingers tangled in my hair, guidin’ my rhythm until he pulled back. His dick glistened, throbbin’ against his hand as he stroked it fast.

“Stick that tongue out.”

I obeyed.

He grunted, jaw clenchin’ as his sweet tastin’ nut painted my lips, my chin, my cheek.

Tap. Tap.

He slapped the head of it against my face, spreadin’ it around with his hand as I sat there like a fuckin’ mess. A pretty one.

“You like that?” he asked, voice damn near a growl.

I nodded slowly. “Y-yeah.”

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