Page 76 of Desperate Measures

“Yes. I’m yours,” I said, my pussy contracting around his thick cock.

I swear, it felt like he was getting even bigger as he pumped his hips, fucking me with a fervor I’d only ever experienced with him. Though tonight, he was slightly less controlled. Slightly more unhinged.

And I loved it. I loved him. I opened my senses, wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, and held on.

“Show me what you got, Wife. Suck the cum from my balls with your hot little cunt,” he growled, and holy hell, my entire body shook as I came.

I cried out, my voice hoarse and scratchy. But I couldn’t stop. Liam flexed his hips, wringing out every drop of pleasure from my body. He pumped harder, faster, his movements jerky as he joined me in bliss, and that was when I broke apart.

I felt fragmented, dissociated from reality as my soul took flight.

Liam shuddered. He spilled himself inside me, and I held on so tight. His breathing was rough, hot against my neck, and he sagged against me.

Christ. He was so sexy like this. I mean, he was hot as hell when he was all in brutal warrior mode.

But when he was like this?

Vulnerable and defenseless as he lost himself in my body, his heart pounding hard against mine. Like this, he wasmine.

I coveted him so. Wrapping my arms and legs around him in a protective cocoon, I held on as he found peace inside my flesh.

And the emotions I felt, the rightness of it all. Of him and me coming together. All of it. All of those feelings, those impossible sensations, were all for and caused by this one man.

They were just impossible to contain.

Too big to ignore.

I opened my mouth, and before I knew what I was saying, it just slipped out.

“I love you.”

Time stood still, my words so heavy in the air I swore I could see them.

Liam froze, and I knew I’d fucked up.

He slid from me, helping me to stand as we tried to catch our breath. I felt cold, embarrassed, shy for the first time with him.

But I pretended it was all fine. That I hadn’t made a total and utter fool of myself.

That all of this was normal as I picked up my discarded clothes, my husband’s cum drying between my legs.

“I’ve, uh, got to go,” he began.

“Yeah. Sure.”

I nodded, smiling like nothing was amiss. Oh, I felt his withdrawal keenly. But I refused to let him know it.

On the inside, though, where no one could see, well, that was where my heart shattered.

Foolish, Micky. So damn foolish.

Chapter 28-Liam

Coward.

That wasn’t a word I’d regularly associate with myself, but what else did you call a man who ran the second his wife told him she loved him?

She. Loves. Me.