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“Please,” she begs, pushing back against me.
I shake my head, ignoring the fact that she can’t see. “I can’t. Just... just gimme a minute, otherwise I’ll come already.”
I grip her hips, holding her still as she tries once again to push back on me, encouraging me to move. “Please, Shaw. I’m nearly there already.”
Fuck. My girl is needy today. I pull back. “This what you want?” I slam inside her, earning a sharp gasp. “You want my cock to fill your pussy?” She moans on my words, and I grind my hips into her, her tight hole sucking me in to the point of no return. “You’re desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”
Emi moans as I hit her G-spot. “Yes and your cum.” She clenches around me, and holy shit, my balls draw up tight hearing that and the feeling of her walls locking me in tight.
I drop my head to the crook of her neck and bite into her skin hard to stop myself from roaring her name.
“Oh fuck, Shawww,” she screeches through her orgasm, sending my cock into overdrive as my cum floods her tight hole. Ropes upon ropes of cum spurt from my cock as I come, the force of my orgasm blurring my vision.
EMI
Shaw pulls out of me, and his cum drips down my thighs, making me regret only wearing leggings.
I turn, panicked. “Shaw, I have to go to the obstetrician like this.” He bends and pulls my leggings up, making me cringe at the feeling of his excess cum on my legs sticking against the material.
Shaw chuckles, making me swipe playfully at him. “It’s not funny, you ass. What if they want to examine me internally?”
He freezes and his eyes connect with mine, possessiveness riddled in them as his jaw tightens. “Why the fuck would they want to examine you internally?” He crosses his arms over his chest as his eyes drill into mine.
I sigh and rearrange my messy bun at his caveman attitude. Shaw doesn’t care for the Mafia lifestyle, but he sure as hell mimics it in his actions.
“I don’t know why. But sometimes it’s what they do.” I shrug.
He moves forward, bringing us flush together. “Has someone else been in your pussy, Emi? My pussy?” His hand tightens on my hip.
I’m breathless at the intensity around us, his stare drilling into me. “No. They haven’t,” I mumble. “I’m just saying, they might.”
His hand moves to my ass and dips below the waistband, traveling past my asshole and around my pussy, and he pumps two fingers inside me before withdrawing them. I stand there in shock, his eyes laser-focused on mine as he holds his two fingers up. They’re covered in cum, mine and his. Our juices run down his fingers.
Fire burns behind his eyes. “Lick them clean.” The command in his tone leaves for no objection, and the deepness in his voice makes me clench my thighs with need.
I move my lips toward his fingers, and as my tongue connects with our essence, he closes his eyes on a low groan before flaring them open when I suck both his fingers into my mouth. “Good girl,” he grunts. “Suck our cum from my fingers.” I suck harder, loving the gravelly groan coming from the back of his throat.
“Only I get to touch your cunt. You hear me?”
I trail my tongue over the remnants of our cum. “Yes,” I reply breathlessly.
The door swings open with a bang, and our heads turn in the direction.
A woman stands in the doorway. She has straight platinum hair past her shoulders, plump lips, and a narrow waist. Wearing high red stilettos and a fitted red dress, she looks a combination of businesswoman and elite. My eyes travel back up toward her face, and it’s then I take in the streak marks of mascara on her cheeks and her reddened eyes.
Shaw jolts and pulls away from me, rushing toward her, leaving a gaping hole when I realize who she is.
“Lizzie. Jesus, are you okay?” The panic and concern in his voice is evident, and my heart constricts at hearing it.
His arms wrap around her as she cries into his shoulder, making me flinch at the tenderness between them.
My heart plummets at the sight before me, feeling like an outsider, wrapping my arms around myself for security when a lump clogs my throat at watching my husband comfort another woman.
Only to realize I am the other woman. I swallow away the bitterness in my mouth.
“What happened, Liz.” His soft voice coos over her as his hands travel up and down her back, and I hate it. I hate it so damn much that he’s touching her with such care. Such love.
Tears well in my eyes at how much love they have for one another. Me being the mistake he made while on a break from his long-term relationship. I squeeze my eyes closed at the sting of pain lancing through my heart and stirring as sickness in my stomach.
