My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 177

Lily crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers curling into her palms. The movement was instinctive, futile.

"I'll kill you, leave me"

His eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he reached for her, pulling her hands away. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, his tone pleading, desperate. “Not tonight.”

He ignored her again.

She tried to yank free, but his grip was iron. He spun her around, pressing her against the bed, her stomach hitting the mattress with a soft thud. His body loomed over hers, his heat searing into her back, his cock hard and insistent against her ass. She could feel the ridge of him through towel, the way he pulsed with every ragged breath.

“David, stop... please” Her voice trembled, but he ignored her, his hands gripping her hips, spreading her legs apart with a firm push.

“Look at me.”

She twisted her head, glaring at him over her shoulder. His eyes burned, his chest rising and falling with harsh, uneven breaths.

He dropped to his knees behind her, his hands sliding up the backs of her thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just beneath her ass. She tried to close her legs, but he held her open, his strength overwhelming.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “Even when you hate me, your body wants me.”

She bit her lip, her nails digging into the comforter. She should tell him to go to hell. Should knee him in the face, should...

His tongue flicked out, a slow, deliberate stroke from her knee to the apex of her thighs.

She jerked, a broken sound tearing from her throat. His chuckle was dark, satisfied, his hands tightening on her thighs as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just above her dripping cunt.

“Please...” The word slipped out before she could stop it, a breathy, needy thing that made his grip bruising.

“Please what?” His voice was a growl, his breath ghosting over her swollen lips. “Use your words, Lily.”

She whimpered as his tongue dragged through her folds, slow and thorough, lapping at the wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. Her hips rocked back, seeking more, her body moving on instinct. His groan vibrated against her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving inside her.

“Oh god...” Her head fell forward, her forehead pressing into the mattress as he fucked her with his mouth, his tongue curling, his lips sealing around her clit to suck. The pleasure was too much, too sharp, her muscles coiling tight, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. She could feel it, the way her body clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, her mind screaming at her to push him away even as her hips rolled back, grinding against his face.

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