Page 175 of My French Love Affair

I let out a sharp cry, my fingers grasping desperately at his broad shoulders while my legs tighten around his waist as he sets a rhythm that is both devastatingly slow and completely wrecking me at the same time.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his thrusts deep and relentless. "You feel fucking perfect around me."

Frederic moves with ruthless precision, every roll of his hips sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through me.

He moves his hands so that they rest against the backs of my thighs and pushesup,pressing my knees high up towards my chest. The slight change in position opens me up impossibly more for him, allowing him to fuck into me even deeper than before, and tears of pure pleasure begin to prick in the corners of my eyes as his pace quickens.

His grip is practically bruising as he holds meexactlywhere he wants me - pinned firmly beneath him.

His to take.

His toruin.

I’ve never been fucked like this before. Never so deep, so hard, so rough - but somehow so caring, all at once.

My nails sink into his back, dragging across the taut musclesbeneath his skin as each sharp snap of his muscular hips steals the breath from my lungs. His forehead pressing against mine, his body coiled tight with restraint.

"Freddie," I gasp, and he drives into me harder and deeper, seemingly spurred on by the sound of his name falling from my lips.

The air is thick with heat and tension, filled with the sound of our ragged breaths tangling together in the dimly lit room along with the slick, distinct sound of his cock slipping in and out as he pounds into me.

"You’re so fucking perfect," he mutters against my skin.

He sounds as though he’s barely holding on, and I swear that I can feel him everywhere as he pushes me closer and closer to the edgeagain.

My thighs tremble as he continues to push them upwards while thrusting deeply, and I take it all, take everything that he’s willing to give me.

His mouth is on me again, all clumsy and hot and demanding as his tongue slides over mine. One of his hands trails from the back of my thigh towards the apex of my thighs, two fingers sliding around my over-sensitive clit -

Andoh.

The pleasure hits me like a tidal wave as he squeezes at my clit, and my head snaps back against the pillows, my back arching as I cry out, my entire body shattering as I come undone beneath him.

"That’s it," he murmurs against my jaw, his voice thick with praise, with possession. "Be a good girl and come for me. Give me everything. Let me have it."

I fall apart for him in time with his words of encouragement, my fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders, at his hair,at anything to anchor me back to reality. My body tightens as pleasure spills through me, my walls milking tightly around his cock, and his resulting moan is pure, unfiltered hunger.

Apparently satisfied that I’ve come for him -again- his pace snaps into something more desperate, somethingwrecked.

"Fuck," he grits out, his control slipping as his thrusts become harder, faster, messier.

I feel him tremble, his strong muscles tightening and his breath ragged against my throat as he drives into me. Each snap of his hips drills him deeper and deeper until he finally buries himself to the hilt and a deep, guttural groan rumbles from his chest as he finds his own release.

His body shudders against mine as he spills himself inside me, completely undone.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our laboured breathing and our hearts pounding in sync.

And then Frederic stills, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath warm and his grip still firm - almost as if he’s not ready to let go just yet.

Slowly - ever so slowly - his fingers trail down my side, smoothing over my damp skin, grounding me as we both come back down to reality.

"Merde," he mutters against my temple, his voice hoarse, wrecked, his lips brushing over my heated skin. “You are so fucking perfect.”

I let out a breathless, satisfied laugh, my eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"Still think this was a bad idea?" I murmur, teasing.

His grin is lazy, satisfied, devastatingly smug as he leans down, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against my lips.

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