While I was Reading the Book, he Divorced me for Sex, I Gave him a Blowjob and Cum inside me

While I was engrossed in a steamy read, my ex decided he wanted a little extra excitement. 'Divorced me for sex? I'll give you something to read about!' I thought, a wicked grin spreading across my face. I put down the book, my curves and tattoos on full display. He was a big guy, always had been, and his gaze roamed over my body like it was a delicious menu. I could feel his eyes lingering on my curves, his desire palpable.

'You want it hard and fast, don't you?' I whispered, my voice laced with seduction. He nodded, his eyes darkening with lust. I unzipped his pants, his big dick already rock hard and ready for me. I took it in my mouth, feeling it fill me completely. His groans echoed through the room as I worked my magic, my tongue swirling around his cock.

I moved up, straddling him, my pussy already wet and ready. I positioned myself, and slowly, I slid down onto him, feeling every inch of him stretch me. I rode him like a cowgirl, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me as I bounced up and down. The room was filled with the sounds of our passion, our bodies slamming together with a rhythm that was both primal and intense.

'Fuck me harder!' I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his big dick hitting that spot deep inside me that made me see stars. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, my breath coming in short gasps.

And then, it happened. I came, my body shaking, my pussy clamping down on his cock. He held me close, his body shuddering as he came inside me, his hot cum filling me completely. I collapsed on top of him, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding with the intensity of our fuck session.

'That was...' I started, but my words were lost as he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. We stayed there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. And then, with a satisfied sigh, I got up, my tattoos and curves glistening with our combined sweat.

'Well, I guess it's back to the book,' I said, a playful smile on my face. 'But first, let me just...' I grabbed a tissue, cleaning him up, a wicked gleam in my eye. 'I don't want to leave any... marks,' I said, a laugh escaping my lips.

'You're a fucking wildcat,' he said, a grin spreading across his face. 'I guess I should have expected that.'

And with that, I was back to my book, my body still humming with the satisfaction of a well-fucked girl. But this time, the story was nothing compared to the one I was living."