CHAPTER 3: THE OTHER WOMANDEMI’S POVI shattered—pussy clamping down, waves crashing, vision whiting out. My cries muffled into the pillow as I pulsed around him, slick gushing down my thighs. He roared, thrust deep, and stilled—cock jerking, flooding me with heat, pulse after pulse until I felt impossibly full.We collapsed, tangled and trembling. He stayed inside, arms banded around me, face buried in my hair, our breathing syncing slow. Only when the last aftershock faded did he ease out, a warm trickle following, marking the sheets.He held me close, lips brushing my temple. “This changes everything,” he murmured into the dark.I pressed back against him, still feeling him everywhere. “I know.”The following month was a whirlwind. He took me to Paris and fucked me senseless in a suite at the Ritz, the City of Light sprawled at our feet. He bent me over his mahogany desk after hours, my
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