Chapter 283 Loving Him Is A Risk

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Adam pushed her skirt higher on her hips, his gaze locking onto her bare, wetness-pink and smooth. He was stunned, unable to tear his eyes away. His breathing became labored, his throat dry as he found himself drooling over his wife's pink, smooth pussy. He had never seen a more erotic sight in his life. He was completely blown away. With desperate urgency, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and Claire felt his warm lips instantly against her wet pussy. He kissed her, and a shiver ran through her body as her arousal intensified, her wetness spreading further beneath his touch. He ran the tip of his tongue slowly over her slick folds, his gaze never leaving hers. The sight of him on his knees, focused entirely on her, was so erotic it made her utterly wet and aching for him. When his lips finally captured her sensitive clit, she gasped, a surge of pleasure rushing through her body. Her knees weakened, and she gripped his shoulder to steady herself, the intensity of the moment making her close her eyes as she was lost in ecstasy. "Don't look away, wife," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want you to watch me to see everything, as you cum in my mouth." His eyes were dark with need, lips glistening with his wife's honey as he continued to explore her. He inhaled deeply as if savoring the scent of her arousal before continuing his slow, deliberate movements, teasing her with his tongue and lips. She could hardly keep still as he skillfully brought her closer to the edge, the sensation so overwhelming that her head tossed from side to side, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. "His voice was deep and commanding, laced with authority. "Look into my eyes, Claire, when I eat your pussy" he murmured, the words dripping with desire, sending a shiver coursing through her. The way he said her name-so firm and demanding-intensified the moment, pulling her dangerously close to the edge. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her stomach tightening as the heat between them built. He moved with deliberate precision, his lips trailing over her, while his fingers slowly began to plunge into her tight cunt. The sensation was overwhelming at first; there was discomfort as his fingers stretched her, but it quickly gave way to an undeniable wave of pleasure. She could feel every inch of him as he added another finger, the fullness almost too much to bear, yet it made more wetness drip down her thighs. His hungry eyes never left hers as he moved his thick digits in her with a slow, rhythmic pace, watching her carefully, making sure she stayed locked in his gaze. "I'm going to add one more finger, baby girl. Keep looking at me, okay?" he growled, his voice rough with intent. Claire's brow furrowed in confusion. There was no way he could add another finger- she already felt stretched to her limit, full. "How's it... Ah..." she managed to gasp before he slid another finger inside her pussy, cutting her off completely. The stretch was sharp at first, a flash of pain that made her tremble, but his steady movements quickly replaced it with a wave of mounting pleasure. Her breath hitched as she felt her head spinning from the intense mix of pleasure and pain while she struggled to adjust to the girth of his thick digits, his sweet assault overwhelming her senses. His fingers plunged into her weeping pussy with a controlled but Telentless pace. Without giving her time to adjust he lowered his head again his mouth finding her swollen clit He Sucked hard, and that was all it took-her body shattered under his seduction. Her orgasm came in a rush, her arousal coating his lips and chin as his mouth stayed pressed to her, relentless in drawing out every drop of her cum. His fingers and tongue worked in perfect sync, wringing out every ounce of her pleasure until the final tremors subsided. Feeling her body relax beneath him, he withdrew his fingers slowly, savoring the moment. Reaching for his handkerchief, he carefully cleaned his face, then wiped the slickness from her trembling thighs with gentle precision. Claire couldn't stay on her feet; her knees still buckled, and she fell against Adam's chest. He caught her easily, steadying her in his strong arms. Tilting her face upward, he claimed her lips in a kiss, letting her taste the remnants of her cum. He held her in his protective embrace, his touch firm yet gentle, until she regained her strength and could stand on her own. Adam smoothed down her dress, ensuring it looked appropriate, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the fitting room. Claire, still dazed from the mind-blowing pleasure he had just given her, let herself be led without resistance. "We're taking this dress," Adam stated curtly as he handed his card to Amelia, his tone carrying an unspoken command to handle the transaction quickly. He wasted no time lingering, striding toward the exit with Claire in tow. His bodyguards fell into step around him, forming a protective shield as he made his way to the parking lot. "Look away," Adam barked, his voice sharp, leaving no room for disobedience. The command was directed at everyone as he opened the backseat door of his limo and ushered Claire inside with an urgency that spoke volumes. "Adam!" Claire gasped, startled by his intensity as he followed her into the vehicle. He closed the door firmly behind them and pressed a button to raise the partition, sealing them off from the driver's seat. Before she could fully process what was happening, he pulled her onto his lap, his grip possessive yet full of intent. "I want to be inside you, baby," Adam groaned, his breathing erratic, his heart pounding in his chest as if it might burst. His body burned with unrelenting lust and need for the sexiest woman who was his wife, Claire's eyes looked deep into her husband's as her trembling hands fumbled with his belt. On the zipper of his pants. With a determined pull, she freed him, her fingers wrapping around his length. Her breath hitched at the sheer size of him, hard and throbbing in her palm. She wanted him, too. Straddling his hips, she positioned herself above him, her movements tentative yet eager. Adam's hands slid up her smooth, silky thighs, pushing her skirt higher as he held her steady. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her. Both of them groaned at the overwhelming sensation; their heads falling back for a brief moment before their lips met in a searing kiss. Their connection was raw, intimate, and deeply emotional, stirring something profound in both of them. It wasn't just physical, it was a bond that seemed to fill an unspoken void in their hearts. Adam's hips thrust upward, meeting Claire's movements as she bounced on his lap. Her body slid up and down his length with an intoxicating rhythm, their breaths mingling, their gasps filling the confined space. Each movement brought them closer, the tension building, their passion threatening to consume them entirely. "Raby, tell me- am I better than Daniel?" Adam groaned, his voice thick with passion, but the question made Claire freeze. Her frown deepened, and she stopped moving altogether. "What?" she bit out, her irritation clear. "What kind of question is that, Adam?" She could feel the lust that had clouded her mind fade into a sharp wave of anger. Why was he bringing up her ex? Didn't he realize that he was her first? She had never been intimate with Daniel, and yet, in this moment, Adam chose to ask about him. Her frustration flared, and she grabbed his shoulder, trying to pull herself off his lap. But Adam's hand tightened around her waist, stopping her. "I know I was your first," he whispered, his voice low and intense, as if he could sense her thoughts. "But I, who can touch you? And if anyone else ever dares, I'll fucking kill Need you to know that I'm the only man them." Adam's possessiveness made Claire bite back a smile. She grabbed his collar, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. "I don't want any other man but you," she declared, her voice firm yet laced with all the vulnerability she felt in that moment for him. Adam Whitmore, she called out, her heart racing. Oh, God, she loved Adam Whitmore! The realization hit her like a tidal wave—both shocking and overwhelming. But she knew what she was feeling: a true love, something she had never experienced, not even with Daniel. It both scared and thrilled her in equal measure. Loving Adam Whitmore was a risk, one that could come with consequences, but in this moment, she didn't care. She had him—completely—and he was claiming her with every fiber of his being. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, and she felt an unbreakable bond forming between them. In his eyes, she saw a future filled with passion and promise, and for the first time, she embraced the uncertainty, ready to dive into the depths of their connection. However, Adam got to hear what he needed. It ignited something primal within him. With a low growl, Adam slammed his lips to hers before shifting their positions without pulling out of her. His movements were quick and commanding. He laid her down on the back seat, his body hovering over hers as he braced himself with one knee on the car floor and the other on the seat. Without hesitation, he thrust into her wet pussy, his pace fast and rough, driven by unrelenting passion. The car rocked with the force of their movements, the tinted windows fogging up, leaving little doubt to any onlooker about what was happening inside the luxurious vehicle. Their bodies moved with desperation, longing to get more of each other, their breaths mingling, moans filling the confined space. Adam was spellbound as he never wanted to stop thrusting into her. He rammed her cunt mercilessly like a caveman claiming his territory. It didn't take long before they both tumbled over the edge together, their climaxes leaving them trembling and spent. Claire could feel every inch of his hardness throbbing inside her and shooting his cum. A deep sense of contentment was brought into her. Being so connected to him made her feel complete, and she never wanted him to pull away. Adam bent his head, his gaze locked on where they were joined, becoming one. His heart stirred with a mix of emotions and feelings he had never experienced before in his life. They lay tangled in each other's arms on the back seat of the car, kissing softly, their smiles warm and content, unaware that Daniel and Adam's family were conspiring, plotting something wicked.

Chapter 283 Loving Him Is A Risk

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