Page 40 of Sinful Hearts
She quivers, opening her mouth, but no words come out.
I’ve never felt a pull like this toward anyone before. It’s like I lose all my willpower and control around her.
Lowering my hand, I brush it down her stomach, straight between her legs.
So fucking close to her pussy.
I give her a second to stop me.
To smack my hand away.
She slightly parts her thighs farther.
I’m fully dressed while she’s completely nude.
This is my way of still having power.
I always like being in control.
That’s all the invitation I need.
I cup her pussy tight, showing my ownership. She gasps, clawing her nails against the tiled wall. Opening my palm, I rub her warmth.
God, she’s soaked.
Her wetness nearly drenches my hand.
“Guaio,” I whisper, skimming my finger along her slit, “would you like me to play with your pussy?”
She whimpers again, dropping her hand to dig her nails into my arm through my shirt.
I tip my head forward, running my lips along her jawline. “Say yes, Liliya.” I press a kiss along her soft skin and run my thumb over her clit. “Give in to your husband. Let me make you feel good.”
“Yes,” she moans, shifting her head so that her lips brush against mine.
My moan is loud and travels straight from my chest. I suck and then bite on her bottom lip before dropping to my knees. My mouth waters as I raise her toned thigh, settling it over my shoulder. The heel of her foot digs into my back.
Then, like a starved man, I eat my wife’s pussy.
I devour, suck, and lick her—losing myself in her sweetness.
While my wife may be trouble, her pussy tastes like pure heaven.
I thrust one, then two, then three fingers inside her.
Groaning, I love how wide I’m stretching her—prepping her cunt for my cock.
Speaking of cock, mine aches, and I know blue balls are in my near future.
There’s not a number high enough to explain how fucking bad I want to drop my pants and fuck her against this wall.
Liliya pants above me, her fingers now digging through my hair, scratching at my scalp.
Moans and curses leave her lips like secrets she never wanted to confess.
This is the second time I’ve been in the shower with someone in the past twenty-four hours.
The first time was for murder.
