"Is this still not cheating?" Ravees asked, her voice shaky after her first self-induced orgasm, guided by Cassian's coaxing. Now she lay on her side, Cassian behind her, thrusting his hips. His cock's head peeked out between her thick thighs—muscular but not quite big enough to hide him fully—as he pumped from behind, her thighs squeezing tight. His arm looped around her neck and waist, holding her firmly as he thrust with heavy grunts.
His cock grazed her soaked panties, brushing her sensitive folds, still raw from her last climax, and they stirred again, arousal building fast. Ravees wrestled with how far she'd gone, betraying her husband, the guilt gnawing at her.
But Cassian kept convincing her it wasn't cheating. It was her first taste of raw, carnal pleasure—how could she not dive in headfirst, even if it meant screwing over her vows or dodging the guilt that kept buzzing back?
