Page 59 of Celebrity

The telltale sound of his belt and zipper echoed in the small space.

My heart thundered in my ears as my pussy swelled and creamed, wanting Dev’s cock to fill me to the brim.

“I will fuck you anywhere I damn please. This pussy curves to the shape of my dick. I think you need a reminder.” His fingers slid between my folds, teased my now aching clit while spreading my desire up and down my slit. “From the way you’re dripping, I’d say you want it as bad as I do.”

Before I could respond, he impaled me with one hard shove, making my body arch against the wall.

“Oh God, Dev,” I cried out.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He rolled his hips, pressing against the sensitive spot deep inside.

I panted, “Yes.”

“Then don’t ever forget that I am the only man in your life.” He pulled out to the tip of his flared head and slammed back into me.

“You have no room to say anything. That bitch Veronica has her nasty sights set on you. She talked about you as if you belonged to her.” I tried to push him off, but it only made him pound into me harder.

“Are you jealous, my love?”

I growled, hating how much I needed him. “Of course I’m jealous. I’m also hurt. How would you like it if I were photographed with another man and then the society magazines posted an article about him as my potential future spouse?”

“I’d hate it,” he said against my ear and continued to pound me, pressing my sensitive nipples against the wall. “Just as I want to rip the throats out of the editors that put you on the covers of those magazines. You are not single. You are my fucking wife.”

“I rest my case, Your Honor,” I gritted out, hating that I couldn’t get enough of him. “And for the record. I hate that social climber.”

I should be so angry at him for manhandling me, but all my body wanted to do was scream for release.

“Sami, I don’t want her. I want the woman who makes my dick hard by just breathing in my direction. The woman who loves me so much that she’s put up with my bullshit for years. The very woman whose pussy I’m pummeling with my cock and plan to fill with my babies.”

“Tell that to Veronica. She thinks she can make you forget all about your wife. The wife you haven’t introduced to anyone, by the way. She’s already planning to be your date for next year’s Governor’s Ball. She thinks I’m insignificant.”

Dev grasped my throat in a light hold and tilted my head back so our eyes could lock.

Lust and need filled his gaze.

“Nothing can make me forget my wife. Veronica is more plastic than a Barbie. I have a thing for an Indian brunette with natural features, a fiery temper, and a body I could get lost in for hours. You’re the only woman I plan to be seen with for the rest of my life.”

His words made my heart skip a beat, and the irritation I felt at the conversation I’d had with Veronica disappeared. But he had to know I’d never put up with his crap ever again.

“If you ever take another woman to any more events, I will never forgive you. I don’t care if nothing ever happened with them. Don’t ever think of coming back home again. We’ll be divorced before you know what hit you.”

“Are we really talking about you divorcing me while I’m fucking you? I must not be giving it to you good enough.”

Dev’s pace changed, and all I could do was focus on the sensations coursing through my body.

“More,” I cried out. “Harder, please Dev. I’m almost there.”

Dev released his hold on my neck, kissed my shoulder, and then covered my hands, pressing against the wall with his.

“Fuck yourself against me, baby. Show me what only my cock can satisfy.”

I pushed back, meeting each thrust for thrust.

My body heated and pussy quickened.

Right there, yes. Right there.

I threw my head back as my orgasm surged forward, coursing through every pore in my body like a bomb detonating.

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