Page 77 of The Defiant Curse

Sitting up, he went back between his husband’s spread thighs and enjoyed the view. With his big hands, he slid them up his thighs, driving him wild.

Oh, someone’s dick liked that. He bobbed in anticipation of what was to come.

The second he saw that tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip of his husband’s erection, he craved it. Oh, he craved everything about it.

With his fingers, he rubbed it in, lubricating the head of the man’s erection as his husband shook.

Graham whimpered in pleasure.

“You’re going to make me suffer, aren’t you?” he asked, as his husband grinned mischievously.

“What gave it away?

Oh, he didn’t know…

Maybe it was that wicked look and the fact he liked being sadistic in bed—one of his finest qualities—in Graham’s opinion.

All Graham knew was he never wanted it to end.

Michael was always fair in bed, so that’s why he gave him the opportunity.

“How wild do you want it?” he asked. “You know you have to say my most favorite words in the whole world, right?”

Oh, Graham knew what they were, too.

“Destroy me,” he whispered. “Control me. Make me yours,” he said.

And there they were.

They were the same words he always used before they came together in bed. It was kind of their thing. Once hearing them, it made him absolutely wild, so much so, that it made Michael’s balls ache in response.

Well, then, he knew how to proceed.

Let the kinky games begin.

Wrapping his fingers around the man’s rock-hard erection, he began giving him a blowjob. The second he slipped him into his mouth to lubricate his cock, Graham whimpered.

Oh, he needed this in the worst freaking way.

Trust that.

Immediately, his hands went into his husband’s hair as he held on for what was coming.

It was going to be a wild ride.

As Michael blew him, he held nothing back. The whole time, Graham was very vocal as he begged to get off. The man’s mouth was once more destroying his control.

“FUCK!” he shouted when his husband did something ridiculous with his tongue and teeth.

The whole time, Michael was enjoying the shouts, moans, and whimpers coming from his husband. They were music to his ears.

As he worked his dick over, Graham’s body bowed in pleasure. It was clear that he was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and falling into that abyss.

That was where he wanted him too.

Switching up his rhythm, he forced his man to catch up, going back to that edge.

“Please,” Graham begged. “PLEASE!”