The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Roland Blanchet's breath hitched as Lawrence slowly worked each button free. His pulse hammered so violently he could feel it in his throat, his gaze riveted to the flawless ivory skin being unveiled inch by tantalizing inch.
At thirty-five, had kept her figure like a woman half her age—her body supple, her skin smooth and taut, untouched by time.
But it was the lush curves barely restrained by her bra that stole his focus—full, ripe, defying gravity.
's fingers trembled as she shed her clothes, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She had never undressed for any man but her husband. If not for the money, she would've bolted right then.
As her blouse slipped away, the soft swell of her breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, the deep valley between them irresistible.
Roland swallowed hard, his voice rough with hunger. "Christ... you're perfect."
There was no backing out now. Steeling herself, stepped out of her slacks, revealing long, toned legs that gleamed under the dim light.
The sight made Roland harden instantly. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the scarlet panties hugging her hips—the last barrier to what lay beneath, the most intimate part of her.
Clad only in her lingerie, stood rigid, arms crossed protectively over herself. The way Roland devoured her with his eyes made her want to vanish.
She couldn't look at him, her gaze skittering away—until it landed on the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. Her breath caught.
That was... impressive. Behind the fabric, something thick and heavy throbbed, promising more than she'd ever known.
Roland couldn't wait another second. He seized her, his hands diving beneath her bra to claim the soft weight of her breasts. His fingers kneaded greedily, rolling her nipples until she gasped.
A shock of pleasure shot through her. Shame dissolved as her body melted against his, heat pooling low in her belly.
"So fucking perfect," Roland growled. Impatient, he tore the bra away and dragged his mouth over one taut peak, sucking hard, teeth scraping.
"Roland—stop!" whimpered, pounding weakly against his shoulders.
He ignored her, switching between rough kisses and sliding a hand down her stomach.
Revulsion twisted inside her—until his thick fingers brushed over the sensitive nub hidden beneath her panties. A traitorous moan escaped her. Wetness flooded between her thighs.
"How long has it been?" Roland taunted, his voice thick with triumph. "You're soaked just from this."
Annoyed by the fabric, he shoved his hand past the waistband, fingers pushing through curls to find her slick heat.
's thighs clenched instinctively, but his relentless touch had her writhing, her body betraying her as wetness coated his fingers.
Then—her husband's face flashed in her mind. Guilt wrenched her back to reality—but before she could resist, Roland took advantage, plunging a finger deep inside with ruthless precision.
At thirty-five, had kept her figure like a woman half her age—her body supple, her skin smooth and taut, untouched by time.
But it was the lush curves barely restrained by her bra that stole his focus—full, ripe, defying gravity.
's fingers trembled as she shed her clothes, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She had never undressed for any man but her husband. If not for the money, she would've bolted right then.
As her blouse slipped away, the soft swell of her breasts spilled over the cups of her bra, the deep valley between them irresistible.
Roland swallowed hard, his voice rough with hunger. "Christ... you're perfect."
There was no backing out now. Steeling herself, stepped out of her slacks, revealing long, toned legs that gleamed under the dim light.
The sight made Roland harden instantly. His dark eyes raked over her, lingering on the scarlet panties hugging her hips—the last barrier to what lay beneath, the most intimate part of her.
Clad only in her lingerie, stood rigid, arms crossed protectively over herself. The way Roland devoured her with his eyes made her want to vanish.
She couldn't look at him, her gaze skittering away—until it landed on the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers. Her breath caught.
That was... impressive. Behind the fabric, something thick and heavy throbbed, promising more than she'd ever known.
Roland couldn't wait another second. He seized her, his hands diving beneath her bra to claim the soft weight of her breasts. His fingers kneaded greedily, rolling her nipples until she gasped.
A shock of pleasure shot through her. Shame dissolved as her body melted against his, heat pooling low in her belly.
"So fucking perfect," Roland growled. Impatient, he tore the bra away and dragged his mouth over one taut peak, sucking hard, teeth scraping.
"Roland—stop!" whimpered, pounding weakly against his shoulders.
He ignored her, switching between rough kisses and sliding a hand down her stomach.
Revulsion twisted inside her—until his thick fingers brushed over the sensitive nub hidden beneath her panties. A traitorous moan escaped her. Wetness flooded between her thighs.
"How long has it been?" Roland taunted, his voice thick with triumph. "You're soaked just from this."
Annoyed by the fabric, he shoved his hand past the waistband, fingers pushing through curls to find her slick heat.
's thighs clenched instinctively, but his relentless touch had her writhing, her body betraying her as wetness coated his fingers.
Then—her husband's face flashed in her mind. Guilt wrenched her back to reality—but before she could resist, Roland took advantage, plunging a finger deep inside with ruthless precision.
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