Page 103 of Under His Control

“Jake, you’re going to have to get over our age difference at some point.”

“I’m getting there.” He smirks. “You make me feel ten years younger whenever I slide my cock into your tight little pussy.”

My mouth falls open and I let out a short laugh. I should be accustomed to Jacob’s filthy mouth by now. He still catches me off-guard.

Sure he swears now and then but he’s normally well-spoken. Sometimes he’ll murmur something in my ear that makes me blush while we’re around others. He only reveals his true, depraved nature in the bedroom.

Jacob releases my hands and lifts my right leg, sliding off my shoe. Like the opposite of Prince Charming. Which isn’t far from the truth considering our reunion last year.

He’s my dark and hungry dragon who stole me away. I don’t mind being his prize for all eternity.

He bends and kisses my bare foot as he caresses the back of my leg. No wonder he had that reaction when I did it to him. It’s like he pressed his lips to my pussy because it tightens in response. He removes my other shoe and kisses that foot and I moan softly.

When we left Toronto after he dealt with Cedric, we had to stop at a motel on our drive back to Wenora because of a snowstorm. Jacob gave me his six apologetic kisses then a lot more between my legs.

As he feathers kisses along my instep, ankles, and up my shins, my body is tense with anticipation for a repeat of that blissful night. He releases my leg with a knowing look in his eyes then stands and pulls me to my feet.

“You look amazing in that dress. It’s about time you take it off, wife,” he growls, sliding his hands up and down my arms. “Your husband has been wanting what’s in it all day.”

Jacob turns me around, his fingers immediately at my zip, tugging it down. My dress sags from my body and he sweeps the straps down my arms to hasten its fall to my feet.

He kisses my neck and shoulders as he drags his large, warm hands up and down my waist. I whimper at his lips on my skin and tilt my neck to give him easier access to enjoy me.

When he turns me to face him, there’s an excited, reverent look on his face. It’s exactly what I was hoping for when I bought this lacy pastel pink set. Lacy is probably generous when nothing is being left to the imagination.

He squeezes my arms.

“Sweetheart, I love you and care about you, but the way you look right now… holy fuck… it’s going to be hard for me to show that soon.”

I sink to my knees and massage his erection over his pants. I look up at him and smile.

“Do whatever you like to me, Daddy. I’m under your control.”

He looks down at me with such intense lust in his eyes. Excitement races through me. I’m in big trouble for sure.

“Take my cock out and put it in your pretty mouth.”

I unzip his pants and reach inside. He’s so warm and hard in my palm as I pull him free from his underwear. I stroke him slowly, delighted by his firmness and thickness, my pussy aching for its turn to hold him.

His pre-cum glistens on his flushed tip and he groans and jerks his hips when I lick it off. I wrap my lips around his cockhead next, sliding them down his rigid length while I gently squeeze his shaft.

“Mmh…” he groans, grasping the back of my head.

I love being on my knees and sucking his cock. Kneeling looks like subservience. I always feel empowered when I do it for him. Jacob is always so in control of himself yet he totally gives it up to me when I’m pleasuring him.

He’s so thick and rigid in my mouth. I stroke him while I move my head up and down, swirling my tongue over his cockhead and sucking it a bit harder every so often just the way he likes.

His fingers curl into my hair and he gently rocks his hips in rhythm with my movements. Since he’s still in his suit, I feel like a slutty secretary giving her boss a blowjob.

To my surprise, Jacob grabs my head in both hands and starts to move his hips faster. Unable to maintain jerking him off, I lower my hand and let him use my mouth.

He gathers my hair in a tight fist and holds my head in place as he literally fucks my face. He shunts his hips so he’s plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, my slurping loud and lewd in our room.

Feelings of empowerment fly out of my mind. This new experience of just being a wet hole for my dominant husband to fuck turns me on like hell. I slip my hand between my legs and I’m already soaked through my panties as I rub myself.

“Fuck... my wife is such a good girl... the best little cocksucker for Daddy...”

His praise makes me glow on the inside, makes me eager to be an even better cocksucker for him. He forces his hips even deeper, his thick cock overwhelming my mouth. I gag as his cockhead reaches the back of my throat and tears spring to my eyes. I accept it all.