His Second Wife

Chapter 62

~Camila’s POV~

My whole body quivered with excitement.

“Fuck!” He howled under his breath. “You are so fucking tight!”

“Chris!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh, God!” He was rough.

The hand that had been on my waist had now moved to my breast, followed by the hand that had been on my throat. In the midst of plunging deep into me, he spanked me so hard that I jumped and came at the same time with a massive scream mixed with a lot of pleasure. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“I don’t remember ordering you to come for me, Princess.” With a swift mode, he pulled out and started darting his tongue at my sex, drinking my juices. He turned me around and began caressing my breasts with his tongue, which remained in his mouth throughout as he plunged deep into me with his finger. He then pressed me against the glass again and devoured me in every way possible from behind. One of his hands slipped away from my breast and spanked my buttocks savagely. I trembled as I reached my peak once more. This time, I screamed because the pleasure was too strong and the pain was too intense. I fought so hard to maintain my composure, but this man had an uncanny ability to explore my body in realms I was unaware existed. He pulled me and swirled me around to face him, wrapped my legs around his waist, and began fucking me without warning, senselessly. When I threw my head back, he found my neck once more and began sucking on the already red region of my neck.

“Oh my God!” I screamed. “Chris.”

My hands flew to his giant chest for support, but he seized them and pressed them against the shower glass with one of his hands. I had no control over my body. He fucked me hard and fast like there was no tomorrow for me to recover from. At this point, there was nothing else I could do but be fucked as my breast bounced in pleasure. I was trapped in the shower with a beast. I could feel the pleasure

building up again. I knew I needed something to hold on to. I screamed so loudly as orgasms engulfed me. I fought tooth and nail to be free from his grasp, but I couldn’t. He held the reins. I climaxed like a goat. He pulled out. I was still trembling from the goat-like orgasm I had. I was so sure he reached his high, but his cock was as hard as a rock and it was still pointing up. To my dismay, I felt the need to flee. He gave me a wicked black smirk as if he could read my thoughts, before pinning me against the shower wall once more and he began to trespass on my insides. I was terrified. I was in serious trouble. All I could hope for was for Mary to come knocking on my door. I mean, she must be able to hear my cries, right? He picked me up upside down, my face facing his cock and my pussy in his mouth, much to my terror. The shower door opened, and he walked out, with his cock facing my mouth. I could feel the bathtub’s chill.

What on earth is he doing?

In order to keep myself from swaying, I gripped his thighs and held on. His hands were encircling my waist. It didn’t take time for me to feel his tongue delving into my fold.

“Oh my God!” He was cleaning my cum with his tongue.

Holy! Hell, this man! This man is a beast.

My sex was so exposed to him. He wants to know every nook and cranny of my physique. I felt so embarrassed at the position I was in. His tongue licked my clit senselessly. I attempted to keep my legs together, but he yanked them apart and began to dine my sex.

“Aaah! Chris!”

As soon as I thought of something to grab, my hands flew to his mammoth dick, where I immediately started to lick and suckle him while he did the same to my core. As another orgasm blasted through me, I bucked in his grasp. I continued pumping in and out of his cock while muttering into it. He positioned me on top of the basin. He knelt and opened my legs wider. He began nibbling his teeth. He

delicately bit the inside of my clit and inserted a finger into my slit. He got up and pressed his cock into my entrance.

“Chris, please, I can’t. Stop. No more, please.” He stared at me with a sneer on his face. He sank his cock into me and clasped my hands around his waist. He drove deep inside me. He hauled me from the basin, clutching my waist as if I were nothing, and driving a deep into me. He chuckled.

Devil! I yelled at the back of my head. He was indeed a devil.

We went back to the shower. I noticed him clench his jaw and bite the inside of his lower lip. I was able to see every movement of his brows as they knotted together. Fuck! He had a sultry appearance. Every time he clenched his lips, every expression of ecstasy he exuded as he drove himself deeper into me. He appeared even sexier than he already was.

Fuck! He groaned, gazing at his ecstatic face caused me to grasp for mine, and dammit, I came along for the ride! He emptied himself inside me. He finally let go of his hold on me, but I trembled. My legs failed me. I couldn’t stand up straight because my legs felt like they were made of jello. He grabbed my throat forcefully.

“Just take a deep breath, Princess.” He said, but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. I was so weak that I could hardly stand. He ended up washing me and escorting me back to my room after that. I stood there watching him dry my hair, apply a body cream, and clothed me. Everything he did was done with such love and attention on his part. Why? He divorced me. I managed to keep my tears at bay. He glanced at me, kissed the top of my head, and snuggled me into bed. “Let me get you something to eat.” That’s what he said as he wore his sweatpants and left the room. I couldn’t keep the tears back when he walked out of the room.

Why was this happening to me? With me, he has never gone over the edge. He will always have an excuse to use his fingers to pleasure me. What is happening? Why did he do it? Why did he make love

to me today? We are divorced! Why today?