Page 148 of Yearn

“Yes, but in the meantime of fighting him, he could take custody of my kids just because he’s upset that I’m happy—”

“I would kill him before that happens—”

“Don’t say that.” She shivered. “Please, don’t.”

Her nails bit into my shoulders, and her pussy clenched around me like she wanted to squeeze the words deeper into my body.

Above us, Scott coughed again, closer this time, but I didn’t stop—I couldn’t.

If anything, the danger shoved me further into madness.

“We have to stop, baby.”

“We can’t.”

The line between reason and need had dissolved in erotic heat.

“Please.” I raised my hips, pushing my cock into her. “Doesn’t it feel good.”

Her eyelids lowered and she moaned. “Y-yes.”

“Then. . .take this cock. You deserve it.”

“I. . .do. . .” Her hips rolled; pleasure dragged us under again. She set a faster pace, hips snapping like she was racing the footsteps above.

I cupped her hips, keeping her anchored on my cock. Her head tipped back and the moan I wanted my whole life shook free.

Mmmm.

That sound should’ve been illegal.

It unfocused my eyes.

I felt my pulse in places that didn’t have arteries.

Another creak came. This one sharper, and then the clatter of a cabinet sounded.

That’s it. I’m going to kill him.

Scott’s voice pushed through the boards, irritated and slurred. “Teyonah! Where’s the Tylenol?! My head is killing me!”

Scott sounded like he was heading upstairs, dragging his ruined body towardherbedroom.

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, a hot, wet pulse that stole the air from my lungs.

My cock kicked inside her, furious, pleading, wild—caught between the instinct to finish and the instinct to freeze, torn between survival and surrender.

Christ, the squeeze was merciless, like her body wanted to wring me dry right there, no matter the risk of discovery.

My hips jerked, helpless.

I knew she was loving my cock, yet also fighting the terror of being heard, of being caught mid-crime, mid-sin.

But fuck if that didn’t make this hotter.

The thought of him opening the door to find his wife still wet around my cock, still shuddering on top of me, made my whole-body tremble.

“Teyonah!” Scott stumbled back down the stairs. He must have seen that she wasn’t in the bedroom. Now his footsteps sounded like he was heading back to the kitchen. “Where are you?! I see the car.”