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Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man Novel Cover

Duplicity Of Desire: Bound To The Wrong Man

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit. His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on. "You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back. "I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply. His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up. "Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust. "Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread. ...................... Ruth's marriage was never built on passion, only duty and appearances. But when a dark twist of fate brings an unexpected fire into her bed, she finds herself torn between loyalty and desire. What begins as a spark of forbidden longing soon threatens to consume everything she thought she knew about love, marriage, and betrayal.
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Chapter 1

Ruth's POV

When did I fall asleep? I can't quite remember, I glanced at the wall clock in the room, it was past eleven PM. I looked around me hoping to find my cold and indifferent husband but what was I thinking? That he'll just show up out of the blue after disappearing for weeks.

I pushed the duvet off my body and dragged myself downstairs to get myself a glass of water. I heard the front door opening wondering who it was by this time of the night. I picked up a knife for protection and went to take a look. It was my husband, the same man who had left me without any word.

"Adrian." I called out softly, dropping the knife on a nearby side stool.

He looked at me with an intensity in his eyes that made something in me burn, what is wrong with my cold and aloof husband?

"Are you okay?" I took slow and calculated steps towards him.

He dropped his back on the floor, taking slow calculated steps towards me. I didn't move back because he is my husband and although our marriage is based on convenience, he hasn't ever given me a reason to back away from him.

I was pulled into a sudden kiss, one that felt rushed. His tongue pried my lips open and I opened up willingly letting him taste my mouth, letting his tongue play chase with mine.

By the time the kiss ended I was left breathless and lightheaded.

"Adrian what's wrong with you?" I had to ask again because this is unlike him, my husband has never kissed me passionately, he has never stared at me with longing in his eyes. He lifted me off the ground, my head swinging facing the ground and my feet dangling in the air.

What is this behavior? Everything is just foreign to me. I was thrown on the bed, he came on top of taking my lips again while his hands worked hastily on my nightdress.

This might be a one time opportunity, rather than sitting here and watching doubting my husband I should welcome everything he was giving me.

So I helped him out of his dress as well. In less than a minute we were both stark naked, skin against skin. I was expecting our boring sex routine but he surprised me when he started trailing kisses down my body.

He sucked and nibbled my neck leaving a trail of hickeys on his way.

He took in my left breast, he sucked, pulled and bit my nipples, while his hand gave my right breast the same attention.

The pleasure seethe inside my bones, I felt a warm feeling inside my stomach, my legs stretched digging into the bedsheets.

"Adrian..." I moaned, feeling the pleasure drawing me into an abyss.

He suddenly left my breast, the cold I felt seconds later made me shudder in delight. Adrian stood in between my legs and spread my thighs apart, pressing them on the bed.

He locked eyes with me while lowering his head down my throbbing pussy. With his one hand carrying his weight on the mattress the other wrapped around my thigh before his tongue sank deep into my hole.

Adriana's tongue moved inside me with precision, unconsciously I wrapped my fingers on his beautiful black hair.

I bucked my hips and spread my legs wider making his work easier for him.

Adrian ate my pussy like it was his favorite meal groaning from time to time.

I was struggling to keep up with how fast he was moving in and out my pussy with his tongue.

"Oh God! Oh sweet lord!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling at the top of my voice.

His tongue was replaced by his fingers, four buried deep inside my tight pussy while his thumb worked on my clit.

His mouth found my breast again. My head went blank, the pleasure was coming from different ankles, I didn't know which one to focus on.

"You like that don't you?" He asked, talking for the first time since he came back.

"I do, I like it so much Adrian." Came my rushed and sincere reply.

His fingers thrust in and out my pussy roughly while his thumb eager massaged my clit. I felt my orgasm building, the pleasure moved from my stomach to my pussy, my walls clamp up.

"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled, my breathing came in a haggard bust.

"Go ahead, cum for daddy." His voice sounded husky and needy, I knew he was holding by a thin thread.

His words were all I needed to let go, I came so hard I saw stars, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I trembled. Pressing my thighs together, my hand clamping my pussy, toes digging deep into the bed.

When I finally came back to my senses I saw him staring at me, the intensity of his gaze made me shudder even more.

My eyes dropped to his dick, it was bigger than usual, veiny and pulsating. Precum sliding down his thighs.

Testing the waters, I woke up and crawled to him on all fours, never breaking eye contact. Adrian gathered my hair in his hand and pulled me up, I stood face to face with his dick.

"Open up for me princess," he ordered.

I did without blinking, I opened my mouth taking in his full member. Adrian wasn't gentle, he drove his dick deep into my mouth, I felt it at the back of my throat.

Adrian deep fucked my throat relentlessly, his hold on my hair grew tight, the pain and pleasure sent my brain in a frenzy.

"There, take my cock like a whore, take it so good. Feel it slide down that deep throat of yours." He kept on thrusting down my throat savagely.

I felt his dick grow bigger inside my mouth, he was going to cum. He stopped moving but didn't pull out, he pressed in, his dick going in deeper, my mouth was pressed against his thighs.

Adrian released seeds, "Grrrr, ahhh, ahh." He groaned, the salty warm liquid rolled down my throat. He didn't pull out until I had swallowed everything he had to give.

My mouth was sore and red, my vision was blurry.

This new version of my husband was insatiable, he laid me flat on the bed, spread my legs wider than he did the first time. His dick looked like it hadn't just fed me with cum, it was harder than ever.

He positioned his member in my entrance, slowly he glided into me. I thought he was about to become gentle but I was wrong.

Adrian positioned my hip, holding it tight before pulling out and slamming back in with the force that made the bed creak.

I grabbed the bed, readying myself for the next trust that left me gasping for air.

"Lord!" I yelled.

I'm not religious but he was turning me into a believer.

"Take my cock real good princess, I know you love it rough. You love it when I slam so deep into you don't you?" He asked.

"I do, I fucking do, don't stop!"

Each thrust came brutally, I was this close to losing my mind. My breasts bounced uncontrollably on my chest, I had to support them with my free hand.

Adrian grabbed my throat and pulled me up in a sitting position, his hold wasn't tight but his thrusts were leaving me breathless.

"Adrian I'm going to cum!" I yelled.

"Hold it princess, don't cum just yet."

His thrusts slowed down, I didn't understand why but nevertheless it didn't bring me down from ecstacy. He hugged me tightly, moving in and out of me gently, scratching every inch of my walls.

My breathing slowed, I was this close to catching my breathing again until he slammed brutality, so deep three times hitting that spot that made me see blind spots.

He did it again three times and then I heard him groan, "Let go princess." He whispered in my ears, taking my earlobe into his mouth.

And I did, I let go. I grabbed his back and the back of his head tightly, holding him for support.

We came together in perfect harmony. Slowly he pulled out and laid down with me still holding him for my dear life. He brought the duvet and draped it on our naked, sweaty and cum filled bodies.

"I-" I was going to say something but he kissed my hair and hushed me.

"Sleep, we'll talk tomorrow....."

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