A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 313:

“Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you tonight, I promise…” I smiled, tugging my shirt over my head before leaning in to help her out of her dress. I could’ve fucked her in it, but no—not tonight. My mind screamed at me to focus, and I obeyed.

Once the dress was gone, my wife lay there in nothing but lace panties, clinging to her mound protectively. The sight made me irrationally jealous—that fabric got to feel her all day, to drink in her scent.

I was a mess, getting worked up over a piece of fucking fabric.

Then there was her bra, cupping her round, swollen breasts—fuller now because of her pregnancy, even more perfect. I wondered if there was milk in them.

My hands slid down to her waist before slipping behind her to unclasp the bra. As I did, I nuzzled into the crook of her neck, breathing her in, planting soft kisses that made her squirm beneath me. And I hadn’t even started yet.

“There, now they look perfect…” I murmured, cupping one breast while my tongue dragged over the other, teasing the nipple until it stiffened for me. Her moan sent a jolt through my cock.

I pulled back and stepped off the bed, letting her watch as I unbuckled my belt and tossed it aside. My pants came next, and before sliding off my shorts, I paused, letting her see the tent she’d caused. Raina gulped as I pinched the waistband and finally freed myself.

My chest swelled at the faint blush on her cheeks as she held my gaze. My cock stood firm, aching for her, demanding attention. My eyes trailed down—her neck, her chest, her stomach—before settling on that irresistible wetness.

She knew exactly how to drive me wild. Biting her bottom lip, she parted her legs, offering me a perfect view of her glistening pussy.

Fuck me sideways. She was dripping—all for me.

Tonight’s going to be long. The thought sent a thrill through me.

I closed the distance between us, gripping my length and giving a slow stroke before lowering myself over her. “Are you ready, baby?” I murmured, though I didn’t wait for an answer. My mouth found her breast, and her moan was all the response I needed.

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Leaving her breast to my hand, I dropped to my knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled beside me as I lifted them, bringing my face dangerously close to her heat.

Her scent was intoxicating—sweet, musky, hers. I inhaled deeply, savoring it as if I could trap the aroma in my lungs forever.

She twitched when my breath ghosted over her wetness, the dim light catching the slick evidence of her arousal. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, desperate for my touch.

I glanced up, meeting her lust-darkened eyes, and chuckled at the silent plea in them.

Oh, I’ll taste her. I’ll do so much fucking more.

My tongue dragged along her folds, drawing out sinful, addictive moans. One day, I’d record us—just to play the sound of her pleasure on loop. The thought of jerking off to her voice alone had me throbbing.

Fuck, focus.

I devoured her, drank her in—my own personal fountain of ecstasy. I could lose myself here forever, and I planned to.

This pussy was my religion now.

She ground against my face, chasing her pleasure, and I gave her everything. My tongue worked in steady, relentless strokes, determined to bring her to the edge.noveldrama

“Alex, please. I need you…” Her voice broke suddenly, trembling as if she were on the verge of tears. I jerked back to look at her and sure enough, tears streaked down her face. Was it the hormones? Or was it just that good?

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