Page 96 of Sweet Oblivion

Everywhere.

I lick my lips, already heady with anticipation.

“So fucking pretty on your knees, baby.” His hand tenderly runs over my hair. “Put me in your mouth, Lane.”

Ignoring the nerves pulsing within me, I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and drag it over the metal bar and balls. “Fuck, Delaney. Wrap your lips around me. Take your time.”

I smile around his dick as my tongue drags over the metal and down the soft skin until I gag, and I swear I think he likes it. My eyes water, still locked on Ryker’s as I do it again, my own excitement growing with my confidence.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs on a delicious groan through heavy-lidded eyes as his hold on my hair tightens. “Deeper, baby. Take your time. I want to fuck your face almost as much as I want to fuck your pretty pussy again.”

Oh fuck.

Yes, please.

Slowly, I manage to work my lips down his shaft, hollowing my cheeks and twisting my hand. Sucking and squeezing as I try to work my way to the base of his cock.

I must be doing something right because Ryker’s head falls back as his eyes close, and sweet baby Jesus, the sounds coming from his throat. They’re everything. Every. Thing.

I choke as I get closer to the base and cough, mortified. “Oh God, sorry.”

Ryker’s eyes fly open and lock back on me. “Fuck that, Lane. Don’t apologize. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

Well then, I guess choking isn’t a bad thing.

I smile around his thick cock. Who knew?

I pump him in my hand once, twice, giving myself a moment to breathe. Then I take him back in my mouth andswallow him down my throat, silently cheering when a string of curses fly from his lips. “Fuck, Lane. Jesus. You’re taking me so good.”

“Tell me, Ryker. Tell me what to do. Tell me what you like. Tell me how to make you come,” I demand around his dick, desperate to give him this.

And the way his eyes flame with need tells me I’m doing pretty damn well.

“You’re doing it, Bambi. Fuck.” Every husky word has me teetering on the edge the way I hope he is. “Suck my cock. Lick the bars. Twist your hands. And don’t fucking stop until you’re swallowing my cum, baby.”

His hand drops to my chin, lifting it the tiniest bit. “You okay if I get a little rough, wife?”

Am I?

His eyes, those navy-blue eyes, tell me I am. That he’d never go too far. With the wetness between my legs pushing me on, I smile again around his dick and wrap a hand around his ass. “Yes, please, husband.”

Okay, maybe just this once I said it because I knew what that word would do to him.

And it does.

I’m rewarded when fingers dig into my jaw as I swallow him down my throat and let him fuck my face. Hard and fast, and I fucking love it. I lick and suck and squeeze and gag as I work him deeper—faster—harder. Feral for this man. Desperate for him to come. To know that I did that to him. For him.

And the sounds... Jesus. The sounds falling from Ryker’s mouth.

They’re everything.

Every time the wordwifeleaves his lips, my panties get more wet.

My legs press tighter with eachgood girl, and I swear to God at this rate, I might come before he does.

I close my eyes and take him as far as I can, feeling Ryker tense, then roar. My eyes open, locking with his at the first taste of salty ropes of hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallow, tighten my fist, and hollow my cheeks as I work him in sync with my hand. Sucking him harder. Faster. Loving his sounds and his words and his hands on my face.

Loving—