Page 127 of Make You Mine

Thrusting back and forth.

“Look at my wife. Taking me so well. You were meant for my cock.”

My eyes widen with the clear sound of his grunt.

I tighten around him.

He takes his cock almost all the way out, and I can see a glint of blood along his length.

Slamming into me again, he groans.

I roll my hips and push him forward, needing more contact.

“God, yes.” I say. “I’m close.”

“Fuck. Me too.” A whisper.

His voice is…

I have to…

“Hmm. Please.” My mind’s foggy, lost in pleasure. I arch my back, needing more. “It feels so good.”

And I’m almost there—the euphoria of it one step ahead of me, and I thrust myself against him, soaking into the pleasure.

“Such a greedy little whore for her husband.”

That voice…

He presses his fingers to my clit, rubbing my pussy at the same time as he penetrates me. A delicious wave of pleasure bursts through my whole body.

I can’t focus. My mind is floating. My eyes are rolling back. My pussy is so full.

It feels so damn good.

Oh. God. God.

I’m so close. So damn close.

I grind against him. “I think I’m going to⁠—”

He keeps thrusting into me, his fingers massaging my clit at the same time, picking up speed.

My hips buckle against him.

I can feel my climax, I’m almost there.

“Fuck. I’m coming,” he growls, and that sends me over the edge.

Both our bodies shake with pleasure as we reach our releases, peaking while a man in the background sings about always loving his woman.

I let the emotions override me, ride that wave of paradise, that blanket of warmth. And as I do, I manage to stretch my hand forward and lift Devon’s mask.

He doesn’t have enough time to stop me, distracted by his own climax, his lack of strength.

My eyes widen as it all connects in my head. The voice, the way he treated me, the hiding.

A chill runs down my spine as he pulls out of me, and reality sinks in.