Page 122 of Fall Over You

“Sounds good to me.” His face goes more serious, but his lips curl into a smirk. “You made me get on my knees earlier. Now it’s your turn.”

“Is it?” I challenge him with an innocent look.

He licks his lips and pushes on my shoulder. “Mmhmm. Open wide.”

My gaze doesn’t leave his as I lower to the floor and drop my jaw. He feeds the dildo between my lips. I don’t flinch when I gag, eyes watering and drool rolling down my chin.

“Good,” he whispers. “Get him nice and wet, baby. You’re going to need it.”

Lust pounds through me as he corkscrews the toy in and out of my mouth, alternating shallow thrusts with deeper ones. I gag and splutter while Tyler issues quiet reassurances. He kneels by my side and his hand coasts over my ass to dip between my legs. I’m still wearing jeans, and I grind back against his hand, begging for some relief.

“Does this get you all wet, wife? Gagging on cock? Do you wish it was mine in your throat?”

I moan, eyes rolling back as a deep push into my mouth makes warmth gush between my legs.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”

He rips the toy from between my lips and I suck in air, completely unrestricted now. He smacks the suction cup at the end of the dildo against the floor, making it stick up, ready for a ride. He pulls his shirt off with one smooth motion and leans across the bed, grabbing two pillows. He puts one on either side of the dildo.

“Clothes off,” he barks, and that stern tone almost guarantees that when I drop my panties, my inner thighs might be wet too.

Tyler watches hungrily as I rush to take my clothes off, squeezing his straining erection through his jeans. His gaze combs over every movement and freshly revealed inch of skin.

“Leave the socks and underwear on,” he says, once I’m down to just those and my underwear. “And take me out.”

I knew he could be like this, and I’ve been patiently waiting to see if Tyler would reclaim this side of himself, the one running the show. I’m more than happy to do either role, but he really shines as a Dominant.

“Now,” he emphasizes, snapping and pointing to his feet.

I scramble to kneel in front of him, frantically unbuttoning his jeans, shoving them down, and lowering the waistband of his boxer briefs. The scent of his arousal has my mouth watering all over again, a bead of precum begging to be licked away trailing down his cock.

I kiss the tip and again under the head, sighing when I flatten my tongue against his shaft and get that first delicious taste.

The taste of the man who will forever be mine.

His hand drops to play with my nipples, and he hums when I grind my hips against the air, craving more.

“These tits would look so good painted in me.” I couldn’t agree more, so I seal my lips around his tip and suck, laving my tongue over his slit. He groans as his thumb skates along my hollowed out cheeks. “But I love filling this pretty mouth too.”

I start to bob my head, wanting that, him, everywhere: on me, inside me, spilling out of me.

“Especially when it gets sassy with me.”

I look up at him defiantly, and he gathers my hair and pulls me off his dick.

“Go sit on that cock so I can fuck this gorgeous face.”

Winded, I crawl over to where the dildo protrudes from my bedroom floor, planting my knees on each pillow. It’s little touches like this that show me he cares, that no matter how domineering he’s being, my safety and comfort come first. He sees my depravity and matches it, pushing our limits together to find that thrilling edge.

Tyler discards the rest of his clothes and comes to meet me where I’m getting arranged on the floor. I tip forward to spit on the dildo and am surprised when Tyler’s fingers clutch my chin.

“Don’t act like that greedy little pussy isn’t already drenched from sucking my cock.”

He narrows his eyes and crouches in the small space between the bed and where I am on the floor, reaching between my legs. His middle and ring fingers glide easily down my center, a thick, wet sound echoing in the room when he taps my soaked underwear. He moves them aside and inserts his fingers, curling them and rocking them back and forth, fast.

“Tyler,” I whimper.

He grips my chin once more as I’m struggling to not completely dissolve here on the floor.