Page 41 of Cursing My Cheating Husband

One slow inch at a time, stretching me open, filling me in a way that made me breathless. I bit my lip as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine. “Fuck,” I cried, my body adjusting to the delicious burn of him. He felt huge, the ridge of his cock dragging against my inner walls in a way that had my toes curling.

Lance groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as he pulled back just enough to thrust into me again. “You feel amazing,” he growled, his voice rough with restraint. “So tight, so wet.” His hips rolled into me, his rhythm starting slow but building, each thrust harder than the last. The bed creaked beneath us, and the headboard slammed thunderously against the wall. Lance’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drove into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every snap of his hips.

“Yes, right there,” I panted, my voice breaking as pleasure built within me, my body winding up like a spring.

Then his hands were on my waist, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that made me gasp. Before I could even catch my breath, he was behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance again. “On your knees.”

I eagerly repositioned myself, pushing up onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air as I glanced back at him over my shoulder. The sight of him behind me, his cock glistening, his eyes burning with hunger… he didn’t make me wait. One hand gripped my hip, the other tangled in my hair, and then he was inside me again, deeper this time, the angle making me see stars as he filled me.

“Oh my gods! You’re incredible!” The pleasured words tore from my throat as his hips slapped against my ass with a sharp, rhythmic smack. Each thrust drove me forward, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he fucked me like he owned me.

I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure winding tight, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding myself up. His free hand snaked around my waist, his fingers finding my clit again.

“Cum for me, Callie,” he growled, his voice rough with effort.

That sent me over the edge.

Pleasure crashed over me like a wave, my dripping pussy clamping down around him as my orgasm coursed through me. I cried out in ecstasy, my body shuddering, my vision whiting out as Lance drove into me one last time, his cock throbbing inside me as he came with a groan.

He pulled out, and we collapsed onto the bed. My heart was pounding with such force, it felt like it could break out of my chest.

Lance was gazing at me in awe. “That was incredible,” he rasped.

“It was. You don’t know how much I needed that.” I kissed him again.

When we came up for air, Lance had a feisty grin. “I’ll be good to go again in fifteen minutes, if you’re up for it?”

“Am I ever!” I rejoiced. “You need a little recharge? Need anything to drink?”

“Yeah, you got any coconut water or sports drinks or anything?” Lance asked.

“We might. I’ll have the butler check.” Lance blinked in surprise as I bellowed “Maddox!”

I heard his heavy footsteps lumbering down the hall. Good. He hadn’t missed a single sound of my sex with Lance.

Maddox’s footfalls stopped outside the door. “Yes?”

“Come in,” I trilled in a cheery singsong.

A long moment passed. The door didn’t open.

“Maybe this is a little much for your butler,” Lance whispered.

It hit me I should have asked Lance before inviting Maddox in. “Oh, are you comfortable with him seeing us…” I gestured at our state of undress, though we were covered by the sheets.

“Oh sure, I don’t care, but I can get my own⁠—”

“Nonsense, serving us is his job,” I reassured Lance. “Come in, Maddox,” I commanded, in my harshest and most unforgiving tone.

The door opened, as slowly as possible. Maddox lingered out in the hall, not stepping over the threshold.

I let Maddox take it in for a moment. The most classic post-coital scene you could imagine. Lance and I in bed, drenched in sweat, hair disheveled, clothing tossed all over the room. Satisfaction surged in me as I realized Maddox would still think of this as his bed.

“We’re both feeling pretty drained after that and need some liquid refreshment before round two. Do we still have some of your sports drinks in the house?”

“We do,” Maddox said through a tight grimace.

“Great, we want them. Bring them to us,” I ordered.