WORSHIPPED BY MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND
I screamed into the sheets, my body arching, the sudden stretch overwhelming.
“Fuck—”
“Louder,” he demanded, slamming into me again, his grip bruising my hips.
I sobbed, my anger melting into raw need, my body clenching tight around him.
“You drive me insane, Saesha,” he groaned, his pace rough, relentless. “Nagging, yelling, fighting—my perfect, stubborn wife. And I’ll take every bit of it. Right here.”
Each thrust knocked the breath from me, pleasure crashing through the edges of my exhaustion.
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