Page 233 of Falling for the Wife

His dark, penetrating gaze traced my lips before he granted me a look that gave me a glimpse of the hunger he’d been holding back. I found myself breathless as he slid out of the car the moment it was opened by the hotel doorman, and I didn’t release the hold of my breath until he was on my side of the car, holding out his hand to help me out of the vehicle. My brain didn’t even register whether I should limit my skin contact with him; my hand went out to meet his without hesitation.

The second I was out of the car, he guided me towards the hotel entrance. Was this where he was planning to say his goodbyes? My mind reeled at the thought that I wouldn’t ever see him again. Yet I knew, deep down, it would possibly be for the best. Having him around me was mystifying because he provoked such an ache that he alone could soothe. Well, on the contrary, Reiss had aroused similar acute, carnal desires from me. As I had rationally thought before, the only explanation for why I was reacting to him this way was because, each time I saw him, it wasn’t really Craig I was seeing but Reiss.

Prepping my final goodbyes in my mind, I was taken aback when I felt his hand tighten around mine, as if to not let go.

“Which room number are you?” His question caught me off guard, unsure if he meant to leave me outside my door and be a gentleman or lead his way inside the room then led himself on to me …into me.

“Ava?” he pressed again.

I snapped out of my funk the moment we reached the elevator, taking half a second before deciding to utter the room number.

Everything happened at such a hectic pace that I didn’t get the chance to ponder over the consequences of what I had just done. My heart had taken over my senses, speedily ramming against my chest as if it was a prisoner in need of escape. Not only did my heart feel like it was about to do jumping jacks, but my body felt like it was wired with some sort of power source, because my hand that was attached to his felt too electrifying to describe.

The deafening sound of the bell, indicating that we had arrived on my floor, felt like a sentence, and at the same time, it was as if someone had raised me from the dead.

“Craig,” I started to say as he guided us towards my room, uncertain of how I’d approach this awkward subject. He needed to know I wasn’t the type of woman who randomly slept with men I barely knew. Or, moreover, the fact that, yes, I was married, and even though I was epically lonely most nights, I had managed just fine and would continue to do so.

Standing right outside of the door, he intently looked at me. “Mind handing me your keycard?”

Entranced by those mesmerizing, intense, green eyes, I found myself handing him the damning thing, hoping I hadn’t completely lost my mind.

“Craig,” I whispered with a lot of hesitation. “Ermm … Thank you for the ride. I truly appreciate—”

The instant the sound of the door unlocking and opening occurred, I was inside my room, right against the wall, pinned by his body and caged by a predatory look that utterly set my body ablaze.

“What—no—” My words were cut short when he nudged his hips forward, and I felt his sizable manhood. “We mustn’t.” Bloody fuck, my pussy was beyond aroused, and I hadn’t truly felt how glorious his cock was yet.

“Oh, but wemust. I couldn’t take another one your come-hither looks, Ava. I need to bury myself inside you, or so help me God, I won’t stop until I’ve filled you with my cock and seed, burying it deep in your cunt’s moist, tightened walls.”

His filthy words only fueled the burning inside me as I focused on the gradual provoking thrusts he was making.

“Tell me you want me,” he harshly demanded as he grew harder against me.

“I do.” I was so turned on I couldn’t think coherently. “I want you.”

He made a deep, guttural sound before gritting out some more harsh words I couldn’t catch in my hazed state, and then his lips unceremoniously kissed me. It was a punishing kiss, nothing I had ever felt before. It hurt, as if he meant to draw blood, but his cruel treatment only made me a more willing participant. I was incensed with lust to the point that I barely registered that he had dropped his pants. I only noted it when he took my hand and guided it to grip his cock whilst I matched his brutal kisses.

As I stroked his hardness, he thrust his hips while the tip pressed against my stomach, as if giving me a warning that it would be inside me quite soon enough.

“Does the feel of my cock make your cunt wet?” he groaned against my lips before he moved towards my neck then to my ear and whispered into it. “You’re wet, aren’t you?” he accused. “Do you want my fingers to investigate how naughty you’ve been?”

Fuck.Please do. I was about to say the words, but I was cut short when he didn’t hold back from his pursuit; his hand was in between my thighs in a flash, ripping my panties away.

His probing middle finger charged in between my hot folds, making him hiss in pleasure when he did indeed find it seeping with my slick essence. Discovering the tiny nub that triggered a button in me, he made me gyrate and convulse with his expert ministrations.

“You like being unleashed from all the constraints, don’t you, sweet Ava?” he gritted out as he thrust harder into my palm. “Open your legs wider. Openyourself to me.”

It was raunchy and sordid, and my body exalted in his capable hands. Without much indecision, I willingly spread my legs farther apart, giving him full access to my pussy.

“You want my cock inside you?”

Without a doubt.

I responded with a passionate, “Yes.”

He made a deep, animalistic sound, delighted that I was readily submitting to him. “What do you want me to do with your cunt, Ava?”

Reiss …He used to ask me the same, exact question.

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