The Cripple's Wanton Wife - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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With a slick, wet sound, the thick length sank deep into her dripping core.
"Ah—!" Lawrence gasped, her walls tightening around him as unbearable need gave way to overwhelming pleasure. Felix Valentine gripped her full breasts, his hips driving into her with relentless rhythm...
"So good... harder! You're incredible!" —normally the epitome of composure—lost all restraint, her moans spilling freely like a siren's call.
Felix thrust into her again and again, each movement more urgent than the last.
"I—I can't—I'm going to—!" shuddered violently as her climax crashed over her, more intense than anything she'd ever felt. "You're ruining me..."
Drunk on her own abandon, Felix hooked her pale thighs over his shoulders, angling her hips for deeper penetration.
"You're hitting so deep!" she cried.
After relentless pounding, Felix's control finally snapped. had already come undone three times.
With a groan, he pulsed inside her, filling her with thick heat.
The scalding release sent over the edge once more. They collapsed together, still joined, his softening length keeping his release trapped inside until it began to trickle out in slow, sticky trails.
Completely spent, lay boneless, her eyelids fluttering open to find Felix glistening with sweat. "Felix... you were perfect," she murmured.
"You're the one who drove me wild," he rasped, pinching her flushed cheek. "I've never lasted that long. You're addictive."
Reality crashed back in. pushed him away, mortified by her earlier lack of restraint.
Felix pulled her back against him, one hand kneading her breast.
Pressed against his younger, naked body, burned with shame. "It's late. I should get to work. You rest."
Felix tightened his hold. "Stay. Roland already approved your afternoon off."
"Really? What's so special about an old woman like me?"
"Old?" His palm glided down her smooth back. "Your skin is like silk. You're exquisite."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
stiffened. "I'm eleven years older. Why would you want—?"
"Older women are my preference. Especially you." His fingers combed through her curls. "This is what kept me hard. You're intoxicating."
"Stop teasing!" She swatted his chest, her face burning.
"I mean it." His grip tightened possessively in her hair.
"I have to go." Before she gave in completely, wrenched free and dressed in a hurry.
"Ah—!" Lawrence gasped, her walls tightening around him as unbearable need gave way to overwhelming pleasure. Felix Valentine gripped her full breasts, his hips driving into her with relentless rhythm...
"So good... harder! You're incredible!" —normally the epitome of composure—lost all restraint, her moans spilling freely like a siren's call.
Felix thrust into her again and again, each movement more urgent than the last.
"I—I can't—I'm going to—!" shuddered violently as her climax crashed over her, more intense than anything she'd ever felt. "You're ruining me..."
Drunk on her own abandon, Felix hooked her pale thighs over his shoulders, angling her hips for deeper penetration.
"You're hitting so deep!" she cried.
After relentless pounding, Felix's control finally snapped. had already come undone three times.
With a groan, he pulsed inside her, filling her with thick heat.
The scalding release sent over the edge once more. They collapsed together, still joined, his softening length keeping his release trapped inside until it began to trickle out in slow, sticky trails.
Completely spent, lay boneless, her eyelids fluttering open to find Felix glistening with sweat. "Felix... you were perfect," she murmured.
"You're the one who drove me wild," he rasped, pinching her flushed cheek. "I've never lasted that long. You're addictive."
Reality crashed back in. pushed him away, mortified by her earlier lack of restraint.
Felix pulled her back against him, one hand kneading her breast.
Pressed against his younger, naked body, burned with shame. "It's late. I should get to work. You rest."
Felix tightened his hold. "Stay. Roland already approved your afternoon off."
"Really? What's so special about an old woman like me?"
"Old?" His palm glided down her smooth back. "Your skin is like silk. You're exquisite."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
stiffened. "I'm eleven years older. Why would you want—?"
"Older women are my preference. Especially you." His fingers combed through her curls. "This is what kept me hard. You're intoxicating."
"Stop teasing!" She swatted his chest, her face burning.
"I mean it." His grip tightened possessively in her hair.
"I have to go." Before she gave in completely, wrenched free and dressed in a hurry.
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