Page 15 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

“M-make me cum…”

“Yeah?” he leaned down, voice deep and dark as sin. “With pleasure, with fucking pleasure…”

His hips picked up speed, and I swear I saw stars. I clawed at the sheets, ass bouncin’ with every hard stroke. I couldn’t hold in the moans. They came from mysoul.Loud. Desperate. Broken.

“Damn you sound so pretty moanin’ on this dick,” he growled, hand movin’ from my hair to the front of my throat. He pulled me up by it, my back pressed to his chest while he kept stroke after stroke goin’ deep.

“You think he ever touched you like this?” he asked, starin’ me in the mirror across the room.

My eyes met his in the reflection, then slid to the side—

My husband.

Still tied.

Still watchin’.

Tears in his eyes.

“Answer me, Janelle,” Fontaine barked, squeezin’ my throat just enough to steal my breath but give it back in his rhythm. “He ever make you cream like this? Ever had you speakin’ in tongues on his dick?”

“N-no!” I cried out, body convulsin’ as another orgasm rushed through me, violent and unholy.

“Say it.”

“Only you!”

He pulled out, flippin’ me over onto my back again. His lips crashed into mine—tongue, teeth, all hunger. Then he slid back in slow. Deep. Possessive.

He fucked me like I was already his wife.

Missionary, with my knees damn near on my shoulders, his chest pressin’ down against mine.

“I’m gone marry you,” he whispered in my ear, stroke never losin’ rhythm. “And I’mma fuck you just like this on our weddin’ night, with a brand new ring on your finger and my name on your soul.”

I cried again—not from sadness, but from the rawness of what he was doin’ to me.

He lifted my leg over his shoulder, goin’ even deeper. “You hear that, nigga?” he barked toward the door. “That’s the sound of yo’ wife now gettin’ fucked in by a real nigga.” He taunted

My husband whimpered.

Fontaine laughed, kissin’ my neck. “Shut up, nigga. She chose me.”

I should’ve felt shame.

Guilt.

Rage.

But all I felt was full.

Full of Fontaine.

Full of sin.

Full of every twisted thing I swore I’d never let happen again.

My nails dug into his back, body archin’ into his as that final climax hit me like a truck.

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