He fucked my face viciously, bruising my mouth. Each thrust of his hips brought us both closer to release.
He reached down and pinched my nipple, and stars exploded in my vision. My body shuddered and my hips jerked as the climax ripped through me while he pounded himself into my mouth.
I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. We looked undone. Lykos dressed in his three-piece suit with me kneeling in front of him in my white lace panties. His hand gripped my hair while rope after rope of his cum filled my mouth.
Without warning, his fingers yanked my hair forward, and with a final violent thrust, he buried himself further. My nose pressed against his skin, I felt like I could come again.
I greedily sucked his shaft, swallowing every last drop.
When he finally released me, I collapsed against the mirror, my jaw aching as I scrambled to suck in cool air. He stood in front of me, his breaths just as harsh, watching me with an indecipherable look in his eyes.
He scooped me up into his strong arms and I squealed, but his mouth found mine, swallowing the sound and giving me the most tender kiss of my life.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my muscles limp as he dropped me on the bed.
“I’m rewarding you.” He dragged my panties down my legs, then grasped the back of my neck, pressing his mouth to mineagain before murmuring against my lips, “Now, spread your legs so I can taste my wife.”
His hand slid between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me, and I dropped my head back against the pillows with a moan.
Slipping his fingers out of me, he grasped the backs of my thighs, hooking them over his shoulders.
“My turn,” he grunted as he settled there.
Pleasure instantly tore through me, filling me with an inferno as he licked and sucked on my clit. He moved his mouth over me, nipping gently as I clutched at the sheets.
Then he dragged his tongue down and pushed into me, fucking my pussy with it, until he had me losing my mind.
I raked my fingers through his hair, tugging on him and grinding against his face.
“Oh… my… please,” I panted.
He pulled away, kissing the inside of my thigh. I pushed my hips back up to his face, but his grip on me was firm and our gazes locked.
I bit down on my lip harshly. “For the love of all that’s holy,fuck mealready.”
He smirked, then dove back in, replacing his tongue with his fingers. My legs hooked over his shoulders as he worked me expertly, like he was enjoying the best meal of his life. It took mere minutes to bring me to the edge as he latched on to my clit and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.
Just like that, I came all over his tongue while he continued lapping at me, leaving me breathless and shuddering.
“We’re not done yet,” he gritted, gently setting my limp legs back on his bed.
Pulling away, he shed all his clothes and I stared at my husband’s sculpted muscles and his thick cock.
He leaned over me, holding himself up on his strong forearm, and used his free hand to position his cock against my throbbing entrance.
The moment he pushed the tip into me, we both groaned. He smiled at me and pushed all the way in, filling me to the hilt.
“Fuck.”
His voice was guttural and rough, sending shivers down my spine.
My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his hips. I was barely hanging on to reality as he rolled his hips, fucking me languidly. He bent his head and kissed me as he moved in and out.
I moaned into his mouth, needing more.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and our eyes connected as he slammed back into me.
