I never meant to end up on my knees for my husband’s son.
But here I was, cheek pressed to the cold kitchen counter, nightie shoved up around my waist, Cane’s thick c**k slamming into me from behind so hard the entire island shook. Every brutal thrust punched a broken moan out of my throat. My p***y made filthy wet sounds around him. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the quiet house.
“f**k—look at you,” he growled, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Three hours. That’s all it took for my father’s perfect new wife to spread for me.”
I should have been ashamed.
I wasn’t.
I pushed back harder, taking him deeper, chasing the stretch that already had my thighs shaking. He felt huge—thicker and longer than anything I was used to—and he
