Page 52 of Marked By Myth

Just how she used to have her hair back then.

Oh yeah, my Rox is back.

“Get your fucking clothes off,” I growled, pulling at my belt.

“Oh, so you like the hair, do you?” she asked, smirking over at me as she continued to back up against the bed.

“I’m not playing, Rox. Take them off or I’ll rip them off.”

“I would if I could, husband, but we are needed outside at some point today. So, why don’t you shuck those pants off and come lay down. My mouth is awfully empty, don’t you think?”

Oh sweet jesus. My cock was harder than fucking steel right now as I did as she requested, pulling my kutte off and placing it over the back of the chair. Grabbing my shirt from the back of my neck, I pulled it free and stepped out of my jeans, completely naked for her.

“Come on, big boy, I haven’t got all day.”

“Wench,” I groaned, as she pulled me close, her hand encasing my cock and squeezing. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”

“Be a good boy and let your wife take care of you.”

I liked the sound of that.

Rox

Oh god, looking down at my hotter than hell husband all laid out for me like a fucking snack was doing things between my thighs, but if I got naked like he wanted, we’d never leave the room and I had an impression to make if I was going to run this clubhouse.

Kneeling between his legs, I ran my nails up and down his inner thighs, listening to his groans of pleasure.

“Rox.”

I took his cock in my hand and began to move my fist up and down, my eyes moving to the glistening drop of pre-cum pooling on top of his crown. Reaching out, I flicked the tip of my tongue over it, and tasted him.

I hated blowing Beck, but when it came to Myth, it was my favourite thing to do. Not only to hear his hiss of blinding pleasure but just the salty taste of him.

He tasted like mine.

As I licked around the crown of his cock, I listened to his harsh intakes of breath before my eyes skated down to his cock. I moved my head back, and lifted my hand to see the dark lines running up the length of his cock on the side.

What the fuck?

Did he have a fucking dick tattoo?

Myth leaned up on his elbows and looked down at me, as my eyes ran over the letters until I realised what it said.

“Adrian…”

“He’s always been yours,” he said, his voice deep. “Now suck him good, baby, before I rip your clothes off and have this entire clubhouse listening to how good I fuck my wife.”

As much as I wanted that, I still had an impression to make. I took his cock, along with my name tattooed down the length of it, into my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed down the gag, taking him deeper to stop the urge to throw up, before I moved back. Over and over again, I circled my tongue around the head of his cock, before I slammed him into the back of my throat. Myth’s hands came to the back of my head, fucking his cock into my throat. My knees were burning on the floorboards, but I had one thing on my mind.

Making my man blow his load down my throat.

My pussy clenched as I listened to Myth groaning, his moans of pleasure, as I sucked him, while squeezing his member, and alternating with massaging his balls.

Fuck.

I loved having him on edge like this. I loved having so much power over him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Baby, I’m coming.”