Todos os capítulos de Winning Back My Pregnant Wife: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

MarcusSarah did exactly as she was told. She opened her thighs, bringing her wet, needy cunt back into his line of sight. Marcus licked his lips, still tasting her on them. Now that he’d had that one taste, he knew it would never be enough. He wanted to taste her every single day, to feel her come against his tongue while she writhed in pleasure every morning before they even left the bed.“Now what?” she asked quietly. Her voice lacked the confidence it held just moments ago. Maybe now that she was spread wide in front of him, she’d lost some of that sass—or maybe she was just tired of him making her wait. She should’ve thought of that before she’d ever let him kiss her only to tell him he couldn't do it again.“Play with yourself.”“You just told me I couldn’t,” she challenged.Marcus’s hand paused on his length. “I changed my mind. Now do as you're told and play with yourself.”Her cheeks flushed, the tender skin already slightly pink from the sting of the wind earlier. He raised

SarahIf Sarah hadn’t seen the sheer seriousness etched into his face, she would have thought he was kidding. Never in her life had she been forced to beg like this to be fucked, and she certainly had never had to crawl to a man just to prove how desperately she needed him.But Marcus wasn't like anyone else. He knew it, and he wanted to make sure she knew it too. This was her punishment for ever attempting to deny the undeniable connection between them.Sarah briefly wondered if she should be concerned by how much it turned her on. If any other man had told her to crawl to him, she would have told him to go to hell and demanded he be the one on the floor. Any man but Marcus.For him, she leaned forward, her palms connecting with the scratchy shag carpet. Her knees were already rubbed raw, either from the act of begging or from the way they’d slid across the floor as she chased her own release moments ago. Either way, she would have gladly crawled across the entire room if she knew he

Marcus Marcus didn’t give her time to ask any questions. The words had slipped from his mouth before he could think better of them, but as he looked at her, he realized he didn't regret a single syllable. With Sarah on top of him, he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he reclaimed the lead. She’d had her fun when she’d rubbed her wetness up and down his straining cock, a torture that had taken everything in him to endure without simply slamming into her. He had never wanted to get lost in someone else as much as he wanted to lose himself in her. He remembered how her pussy had squeezed his finger when he’d been licking her earlier. She’d clenched around him, showing him exactly how tight she was, but even with the slick heat of her arousal coating the tip of his cock, Marcus wanted to be certain. He needed to know she was nice and primed for him, because once he finally slid home, he knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself. He needed her as ready as she c

Genevieve “Maybe you had a point about water,” Genevieve said, her voice a low, raspy murmur that cut through the quiet hum of the office. “Because I need some right now.”Slowly, she untangled her warm, sweaty body from Christian’s, peeling herself away from his skin and stepping off the leather couch. The cool air of the room hit her instantly, sending a brief shiver down her spine.“In the fridge by the bar,” Christian replied, trailing his eyes over her retreating figure. He propped himself up on an elbow, adopting that familiar, smug, self-satisfied look that men so often wore when they convinced themselves they had just rocked her world.Genevieve kept her expression neutral as she walked away. *He was fine,* she evaluated privately. He wasn't nearly as spectacular as he clearly believed he was, but he was fine. He knew the mechanics of it; he knew what he was doing. It was just that for Genevieve, sex had never been a gateway to intimacy. She had never gotten to the point wher

Christian After jackhammering Vicky, or should he say Genevieve Sinclair cause that's her real name, on his office couch for the last two hours, Christian makes it home near eight o’clock. Sex with a married/ engaged woman is the best, because he is their outlet, their Discovery Channel, not their dumpy old husbands they bang out of obligation or gratitude. Anyone should see some of the things he’s gotten married women to do.Speaking of couches—Gavin’s already on Christian's in his apartment, a beer in his hand, tooling around on his laptop. “The fuck?” Gavin says. “You’re late. Hope you at least got laid.” He looks up at Christian as he walks in. “Oh, you did get laid. Who’s the lucky mental patient?”Christian makes a motion, a jump shot. “He shoots . . . he scores! The crowd can’t believe it!”“No shit? Number 7? The one with the fifty mil and the huge rack?”They don’t use names. Gavin has never heard Genevieve’s name and he never will. Genevieve, to Gavin, is just “Number 7.” C