House of Lust & Moonlight (Erotic collection)

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to me so deep I f

amiliar. Heavy. Demanding. It had to be Timothy, my mate. My husband of four miserable years. The one w

to me again, stretching my puss

been with him, my slick coating his balls as they slapped against me. My back arched off th

asped, voice tre

e, his hips drove forward, the force of his rhythm sending the headboard thundering against the wall.

ing spot inside me, making my toes cu

ly, fluttering as pleasure built fast. I came hard, crying out,

than before, until I felt him swell inside me. Massive, imp

me open, the pressure almost painf

leaving me trembling and sobbing beneath him. I held on to

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thought it w

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pounded like a marathon was being carried out. My body ached, raw between

d my ey

al Suite was f

ith cold, disappointed faces. Timothy, my husband. And Christy, my best f

The Alpha. My husband's best frie

ashes fla

o my bare breasts, heart beating agains

this?" My voice

eyes blazing with fury as he took in the crowd

ructive, dripping with disgust. "A married woman throwing herself at me like some

any knife. Cheap. Desperate. The way

t night, that thick, huge cock stretching me, the knot locking us together, the way I

ed in perfect rage. "I knew it. You've

hat happened, I swear to you-" My voic

me with pure contempt. "I, Timothy Hale

He didn't even wait to hear my

ped, doubling over, clutching at my ribs as the connection tore away. It felt like dying. Like every

ldly. "Christy will be my woman from now on. The divorce papers

d around my naked body, tears streaming down my face. "Timothy,

k. Just kept walking wi

w. You were only useful while you were married to him and he funded our lives. Don't come home

aked under the sheet, marked with another man's bites and cum, w

uite behind me. "Everyone get the

ed to snatch my torn dress from the floo

n the hall, sliding down the cold

hing w

ent crying alone because Timothy barely looked at me anymore. The

le holding my husband's hand like she'd

e memories kept flashing - the way he had fucked me, the way my pussy had clenc

w much I h

ted

veryone, by calling him out for being a cruel bastard to the staff. He must have wanted

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ross the small bathroom. My neck was covered in his bite marks. My

ed in my chest, sharp and cold a

ught he could ruin

m fall so deep he couldn't function without me. Then

, but his world was a

heeks. Stood up on shaky legs, and stared at the s

irk w

had jus