The Maimic Drillionaire

Chapter 56

Mrs. Fanny’s vice was at the top of it all, moaning into the scarcely lit sitting room and scratching the network of veins and bones that wired his shoulders and back.

At this time she was rubbing his back to encourage his doings, and at the other time she was searching for what to hold onto; whatever it be the arm of the chair or his shoulders or his head. Like vengeance, he kept slapping into her. And under his hot libido, she vibrated like a disturbed string that was tied edge to edge.

All the while they made love, it had never gotten this hot; and she was thudded with suspicion of this sex being their last; the usual intention of men taking their very last straw of sex so seriously and brutal that their victim would doubt if they would ever make love again; that was what she thought. Although Ken had proven to be a powerful alpha in bed than her husband, she was not out to settle for less. A ring must graze her finger or no deal. Encouragingly the body and charms she pulled thro