The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"No!" Lawrence's voice cut through the air like a whip.
Nathan Lowell, all hunger but no backbone, shrank back. "Fine," he bargained, licking his lips. "Just take off your clothes and let me watch while I take care of myself. Do that, and I'll forget the five hundred bucks you owe me."
Heat flooded 's cheeks. After Roland Blanchet had left her simmering with frustration earlier, the ache between her thighs hadn't faded. If she could ease the tension without crossing the line—and wipe out her debt in the process—why not?
She bit her lip, playing coy. "And if the village finds out? I'd never hear the end of it."
Nathan's grin turned wolfish. "Relax, sis. I'd take this to my grave."
Her face burned hotter. After a long, theatrical pause, she finally gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But eyes only—no touching. Try anything, and I swear I'll scream so loud they'll hear me in the next county."
"Wouldn't dream of it. May I drop dead if I do."
jerked her chin toward the door. "Well? Lock it before someone walks in!"
Nathan scrambled to bolt the door, then turned and shoved his pants down.
For a small man, he was shockingly well-endowed—thick as a ripe bitter gourd, veins standing proud, his heavy sac swaying with every movement. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to 's core, even as guilt twisted in her gut.
She was betraying her husband. The thought soured her stomach—but then again, wasn't this for her family? For her kids? She had no choice.
Slowly, she peeled off her clothes. To hurry things along, she stretched out on the bed, parting her legs just enough to give him a full view of the damp curls glistening between her thighs.
Nathan's breath hitched. In all his thirty-odd years, he'd only ever caught glimpses of women through cracked doors. Nothing like this.
His eyes locked onto her as he fisted his cock, stroking hard and fast. 's body responded on instinct, her hips tilting slightly, fingers drifting to her own slick folds. She teased the swollen flesh, spreading herself wider, mesmerized by the thick length in his grip.
The two lost themselves in the moment— imagining that hardness filling her, Nathan picturing himself driving into her without mercy.
Less than two minutes in, his movements turned frantic. A rough groan tore from his throat.
, lost in her own rising pleasure, barely noticed—until warmth splashed across her stomach, her face, thick and pungent.
Nathan had finished.
Too far gone to care, she worked her fingers faster, the musky scent only spurring her on. Pleasure coiled tighter, tighter—
"Ah—!"
With a sharp cry, she jerked her hand away. A rush of clear fluid followed, dripping onto Nathan's softening cock as it lay against his thigh.
Nathan Lowell, all hunger but no backbone, shrank back. "Fine," he bargained, licking his lips. "Just take off your clothes and let me watch while I take care of myself. Do that, and I'll forget the five hundred bucks you owe me."
Heat flooded 's cheeks. After Roland Blanchet had left her simmering with frustration earlier, the ache between her thighs hadn't faded. If she could ease the tension without crossing the line—and wipe out her debt in the process—why not?
She bit her lip, playing coy. "And if the village finds out? I'd never hear the end of it."
Nathan's grin turned wolfish. "Relax, sis. I'd take this to my grave."
Her face burned hotter. After a long, theatrical pause, she finally gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But eyes only—no touching. Try anything, and I swear I'll scream so loud they'll hear me in the next county."
"Wouldn't dream of it. May I drop dead if I do."
jerked her chin toward the door. "Well? Lock it before someone walks in!"
Nathan scrambled to bolt the door, then turned and shoved his pants down.
For a small man, he was shockingly well-endowed—thick as a ripe bitter gourd, veins standing proud, his heavy sac swaying with every movement. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to 's core, even as guilt twisted in her gut.
She was betraying her husband. The thought soured her stomach—but then again, wasn't this for her family? For her kids? She had no choice.
Slowly, she peeled off her clothes. To hurry things along, she stretched out on the bed, parting her legs just enough to give him a full view of the damp curls glistening between her thighs.
Nathan's breath hitched. In all his thirty-odd years, he'd only ever caught glimpses of women through cracked doors. Nothing like this.
His eyes locked onto her as he fisted his cock, stroking hard and fast. 's body responded on instinct, her hips tilting slightly, fingers drifting to her own slick folds. She teased the swollen flesh, spreading herself wider, mesmerized by the thick length in his grip.
The two lost themselves in the moment— imagining that hardness filling her, Nathan picturing himself driving into her without mercy.
Less than two minutes in, his movements turned frantic. A rough groan tore from his throat.
, lost in her own rising pleasure, barely noticed—until warmth splashed across her stomach, her face, thick and pungent.
Nathan had finished.
Too far gone to care, she worked her fingers faster, the musky scent only spurring her on. Pleasure coiled tighter, tighter—
"Ah—!"
With a sharp cry, she jerked her hand away. A rush of clear fluid followed, dripping onto Nathan's softening cock as it lay against his thigh.
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