The Affair: Week 5 by Beth Kery Read Free Book Online Page B

wider for him at his signal. He moved closer behind her, his hands on her ass. He molded her firm flesh into his palms, opening her to him, hearing her whimper. His cock lurched at seeing such a temptation spread before him. He flexed, pushing his leaping cock against her damp, feminine warmth. She gave a surprised squeak and he spread her buttocks wider, his cock unerringly burrowing and finding home. He pierced her with just the tip and groaned.
    God it was going to be so fucking good.
    He flexed. Despite his almost rabid ardor and her obvious arousal, he felt her tight channel resist him. She made a choking sound, and he soothed her by caressing her silken hip.
    “Shhh, try to relax,” he soothed, his hand lowering to cup the underside of his cock. He pressed with his hips, guiding the first several inches of his flesh into her tightly clasping sheath. He felt a flush of heat around him. “There we go, that’s so sweet,” he managed, still trying to comfort even though he was about to explode with lust. He firmed his hold on her ass and began to rock in and out of her, working past the resistance, loving the hot, tight glide into heaven. She moaned. “Better?” he asked her.
    “Yes,” she said shakily. Her head was bowed. Her lithesome arms, the cap of golden waves, the elegant sweep of her naked back . . . the lush, round ass, all of it drove him mad. He didn’t just want to sink into her.
    He wanted to sink her into
him
. He wanted to consume her whole.
    Giving in to the gnashing jaws of need, he tightened his hold on her hips and sunk his cock to the hilt. There was no pausing then. Being inside Emma raw was an all-or-nothing circumstance. Without pausing to experience the sublime sensation of her tight, soft, gloving flesh, he began to plunge into nirvana. He couldn’t control himself. He couldn’t diminish the force of his driving hips, couldn’t muffle the slaps of his pelvis and thighs against her ass, and certainly couldn’t stop staring with a feral focus at the image of his naked cock plunging into the sweetness of her again and again.
    All he could do was give in to this orgy of sensation.
    He noticed a flash of color from the corner of his eye. He glanced aside as he thrust and saw that her head was turned. She’d been watching him as he stared at himself fucking her. It’d been the vivid color of her lips and cheeks that had caught his attention. Her eyes looked enormous as she watched him take her like a madman in the ornate triple mirror.
    Damn her eyes for always seeing so much.
    He ground his teeth together, holding her gaze as he pounded into her, her body bobbing back and forth slightly as he drove into her with the force of a typhoon.
    “God it’s good, baby. You’ve got such a sweet little pussy,” he told her, still holding her stare in the mirror. “Look at you . . . so beautiful,” he said roughly, running his hand along her ass and hip up to her waist. She bit her lip and moaned, using her hold on the chair to push back against his cock. The way she followed his seeking hand in the mirror as he palmed a pert little breast from below drove him crazy. She whimpered, teeth tightening on her lip as he squeezed gently on both her breast and a buttock, using his hold to thrust her back and forth on his cock. For some reason, the image of her holding back infuriated him, even though he knew why she was doing it. They were fucking in a department store, what did he expect?
    “You’ll scream later on for me, won’t you?” he stated more than asked.
    Her facial muscles tightened. So did her pussy around his pistoning cock.
    “Answer me,” he said harshly, his hips flexing fast and forcefully so that he drove nearly the full length of his cock into her with every stroke.
    “Yes,” she squeezed out between her teeth, grimacing. Heat rushed around him, her vaginal walls convulsing around his cock.
    “Oh yeah,
give
me that,” he grated out.
    Both his hands on her hips, he