Cheating wife's Despair

Willow arched her back as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, her breaths ragged and her voice trembling.

Willow: "Ohhhh, Samuel… you're the best… I can't stop… I'm going to keep Cu*ing!!!" her words trailed into a sharp moan as her body quivered beneath him.

Samuel's smirk widened, his eyes burning with satisfaction and control as he leaned closer to her ear. His voice was a low growl, laced with dominance and amusement.

Samuel (While Th*usting Harder and Deeper): "That's it… let me see just how good you feel," he said, his tone teasing yet commanding.

Willow's hands clutched at him desperately, her nails digging into his skin as she gasped,

Willow :"Ahhhhhhh, I love it… I love everything when you Pound me Deeper. You're unlike anyone I've ever been with."

Samuel chuckled darkly, maintaining his relentless pace. "Of course, you do. You've never had anyone like me. I'm not here to please—I'm here to conquer."

Willow's cries grew louder as she surrendered completely to him, her body giving in to wave after wave of sensation.

Samuel, with his unyielding energy, watched her intently, his smirk never fading. He reveled in her reactions, in the power he held over her in that moment.

As her breathing grew heavier, Samuel leaned down and whispered against her neck, his voice softer but no less commanding.

Samuel: "Now, tell me, Willow… tell me how much you love C*mming every second."

Willow gasped, her voice trembling.

Willow: "I love it… I love everything about this, Samuel. You're… incredible."

Satisfied with her answer, Samuel let out a low laugh, his grin widening.

Sanyel:"Good,"Remember this moment, Willow. Because it's one you'll never forget."

In the haze of passion and power, Samuel's mind drifted momentarily. Though he was fully in control of the moment, a small, fleeting thought surfaced

Samuel reclined back against the headboard, his breath steadying after hours of unrestrained indulgence. Willow lay beside him, her flushed face betraying her exhaustion but also a faint glow of satisfaction of Getting Pounded for Hours.

Samuel let out a low chuckle as he glanced at her.

Samuel: "Tell me, Willow,how many times did you C*m tonight?"

Willow, still catching her breath, blushed and ran a hand through her tousled hair.

Willow: "I… I don't even know. Maybe seven, maybe eight,"

she admitted with a playful grin, her cheeks warming.

Willow: "Though it's a shame you only C*m on my belly and not inside my Psy."

Samuel smirked, his sharp gaze locking onto hers.

Samuel: "Well, that's what I'm paying you for,"

He said nonchalantly, his tone carrying the perfect mix of detachment and humor.

Willow propped herself up on her elbow, smirking back as she reached for her clothes.

Willow: "You're certainly generous, But I won't lie—I enjoyed myself. You know how to make a woman feel… unforgettable."

Samuel stood up, stretching his sculpted frame, and walked over to the window. Without turning to look at her, he replied,

Samuel: "Indeed. And I'll call you whenever I feel like it."

His tone was casual, as if he were discussing the weather, but there was an undeniable weight to his words.

Willow finished dressing, her smirk softening into something more genuine.

Willow: "You know where to find me,"

she said as she headed toward the door. Pausing for a moment, she glanced back at him.

Willow: "Take care of yourself, Samuel. Or… Red, whatever you prefer to be called."

Samuel turned slightly, his expression unreadable.

Samuel: "I don't need to be taken care of, Willow, But thanks for the sentiment."

With a knowing smile, she left the room, the door clicking shut behind her.

Alone once more, Samuel exhaled deeply and leaned against the windowpane, staring out at the city below.

The glow of neon lights reflected in his piercing eyes as he silently contemplated his next move.

The encounter with Willow had been an escape, a fleeting reprieve from the relentless pursuit of answers and vengeance. But as the room fell silent, the weight of his purpose settled back over him.

"Back to work," he muttered to himself, his smirk returning as he turned away from the window, already plotting his next steps.

There was no time for attachment, no room for distractions. The night creatures and the relics wouldn't wait, and neither would he.