Page 21 of I F*cked Somebody’s Wife

We moved together like sin and salvation.

I kissed her tears as they fell, licked them from her cheeks while she moaned my name.

I untied her, flipped her over, made her arch that back for me. I fucked her in every position I knew she loved—pullin’ her hair, suckin’ on her neck, my chain swingin’ while I drove into her like she was my only purpose.

Then I sat down in my chair and pulled her onto my lap.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered. “Nice and slow.”

She whimpered, slid down on me, and moved slowly like she was teasing herself. My hands gripped her hips, guidin’ her rhythm, starin’ into her eyes like she was the only woman that ever mattered.

“If you ever leave me again,” I said low, “that’s it, I promise.”

She moaned louder, tears fallin’, body tremblin’.

I kissed her shoulder. Her jaw. Her lips. Her breasts.

Every part of her.

She cried my name as I filled her. Screamed it like it was a prayer and a confession. And when she collapsed against my chest, shakin’ and breathless, I held her tighter than ever.

She came back.

And that’s all I ever needed.

Forever.

Her body was still tremblin’ on top of me, chest pressed to mine, heart racin’ like it ain’t know how to slow down. But I wasn’t done. Nah.

I gripped her chin, made her look at me.

“You think I waited all this time just for a lil nut?”

She tried to speak, but I slapped her ass again, harder. The sting made her jolt, made her eyes water, and my dick twitched at the sight.

“Stand up,” I growled.

She did, legs shakin’. I grabbed her wrist, pulled her to the wall mirror across the room—the one I purposely put there so I could watch the filth we made.

I tied her wrists to the bedpost in front of it with my belt, spread her legs wide from behind, her bare body on full display.

“Look at yourself,” I said, pressin’ up behind her, dick hard and heavy between her cheeks. “Look what you did to me. What you came back for.”

She glanced at the mirror, lips parted, breath shallow. I rubbed her pussy, kissed it, then rubbed the head between her soaked lips.

“You see that? You see how wet you are for me?” I slapped my tip against her clit. She whimpered.

Then I spit in her mouth.

She gasped, but swallowed.

“Your a wet mess,” I smirked.

I slid inside her with one brutal stroke, deep and mean, makin’ her cry out, her eyes rollin’ back.

“Keep them eyes open. Look at us,” I snarled, reachin’ around to grip her throat again while I fucked her from behind. “Look at yourself while I fuck you.”

Every stroke was filth. The sounds we made—skin smackin’, moans, curses—it was straight pornographic.

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