Page 97 of Dirty Husband
Then he thrusts into me hard.
How can he be so tender and so rough at the same time?
How can I want both so much?
How can I—
Fuck.
His cock stretches me to my limit. Between the pressure and the promise of his words-
This is already more pressure than I can take.
He rocks into me again.
My body stretches to take him. It's a lot. Almost too much. But then that's not enough.
He does it again.
Harder and harder.
Until I groan loud enough to wake the neighbors.
He keeps that same perfect rhythm. He fills me with deep, steady thrusts. Winds the tension in my sex tighter and tighter.
My eyes close. My nails dig into my palms. My legs go slack.
Again and again.
Until I'm there.
I groan his name as I come. I reach for him, for anything, but the tie catches my wrists.
It pushes me further. Heightens the pleasure flooding my body, so I feel every bit of it in every single molecule.
Shep thrusts through my orgasm with that same steady pace, then he goes harder, faster.
His groans run together like he's part animal. Like he's completely out of control.
Then he's there, spilling inside me, growling my name as he comes.
He thrusts through his orgasm, giving me every single drop.
When he's finished, he undoes the tie binding my wrists. He peels my dress to my legs. Then he lifts me, holds my body against his chest, carries me to the bathroom in the hall.
He helps me clean up. Helps me into my clothes.
Kisses me hard. Kisses me like he loves me as much as he needs me.
My head spins. But, right now, I don't care. Right now, my entire world is a place of pure ecstasy.
Because I am his. And he is mine. It's only like this. But that's all I want.
It's all I can want. Because it's all I can have.
So I find my footing as I take his hand and follow him to the elevator and into the limo.
And I smile as he rolls up the privacy screen and looks at me with that fire in his eyes.
