Page 95 of The Wrong Husband

"But when done with trust and precision?" Her throat moves as she swallows. "It’s like hacking the brain’s pleasure circuitry.”

A bloom of satisfaction bursts in my chest and extends to my extremities. Every part of my body is honed in on her, the mission clear now in my mind. Make her come, like she never has before, in her life. Give her so much pleasure, she’ll be high on endorphins and will agree to what I want.Manipulative?Maybe.

But when it’s an honest byproduct of how much she’s going to love what I do to her, surely, it can’t be that bad.

"Good answer. I do believe you’ve earned this ride." I grasp her hip with my free hand. "Hold on."

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Phoenix

"What?" I’ve barely registered what he means when he pins me in place and thrusts up and into my pussy.

It doesn’t matter that I’m in my yoga pants and he’s wearing his clothes. That rod he wields between his thighs like a weapon is so unyielding, I can feel its inherent strength, and when it connects with the swollen button between my pussy lips, sensations zip up my spine. It’s as if I’ve been electrified, shockwaves of pleasure-pain pouring through my capillaries.

I open my mouth to cry out, but no words spill out. He looks into my eyes, the winter blaze in his like a clinical cautery tool. Cold on contact but designed to burn.

He begins to pound into me. Dry fucking me through our clothes, he pulls me in and thrusts up and into me. The impact sends more shockwaves through my system. My nerve cells seem to fire all at once. My own personal meteor shower flames across the sky of my chest.

The way my body reacts to him is almost too much to handle. He knows exactly where to touch me, how to hold me, how to maneuver my body so I feel the most pleasure. I have never felt this… Out of control.

I pant and groan, trying to pull away as the pleasure becomes too much. At the same time, I tilt my hips forward at an angle to increase the impact.

My body has a mind of its own, one divorced from my brain, my sense of survival. Flush with the desire of the impending orgasm knocking at the tailgate of my subconscious, I’m drowning in the phantom wave of pleasure that’s approaching, that’s towering over me, coming closer, closer.

"Connor, please, please," I moan.

"What do you want?" he growls against my mouth. His gaze holds mine captive as firmly as he has me captured between his hands.

"Make me come, please, please, make me co—" I cry out, for he rocks against me slowly, agonizingly firmly, circling his pelvis into my swollen cunt, just so.

Rolling, thrusting, bucking into me, against me, igniting a perverse rodeo of pleasure that roars up my spine and crashes behind my eyes. I throw my head back, cry out, and hear his gritted command to, "Come.”

That’s when he releases his hold on my throat. The oxygen rushes into my lungs. My insides seem to catch fire. Flames streak out from my core, searing my stomach, my chest… I climax.

The white-hot sparks of ecstasy streak across my vision, fountains of fire raining in their wake. Strands of rapture dig their claws into my skin and tug. I feel suspended on a flywheel of euphoria, spinning out into space at a dizzying pace. Faster and faster, out over the horizon, until I burn out completely.

Peace. White. Silence.I float down to earth.

Holy hypothalamic meltdown. I think I had an out-of-body experience. If he touches me, I’m putty in his hands. If he demands, I’ll share not just my body, but my mind, my emotions…my soul with him.And your secrets? Do you trust him with them?

When I open my eyes, I’m cradled in his lap. He must have pulled me into that position. I’m aware of the still throbbing cock in his pants stabbing heavily into my side.

"You didn’t come?" I clear my throat and peer up at him.

"Youcame," he states with satisfaction, voice gravelly, blue eyes a deep indigo, reflecting a smugness that makes me flush.

"What?" I mean it to come out on a snap, but it’s more like a breathy sound, betraying just how relaxed I am.

"That looks good on you, Fever.”

"What does?"

"That languid laziness that comes from being almost fucked." He smirks. "Imagine how it’s going to be when I do.”

"I’ll probably be comatose for a few hours after." Because credit where credit is due. I slide off his lap, straighten my top, then yelp when he slaps my butt sharply.

"Hey!" I scowl over my shoulder. "Stop that."