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“Jesus, do you hear that? How wet my voice and fingers make you? Do you feel how badly your sweet little pussy tries to suck me up?”
Really, I’m having a hard time concentrating on the words coming out of his mouth, much less the obnoxious way my body opens for him.
Shoving my dress to my waist, he glances up at me, the dark look in his eyes cinching the muscles in my chest. “Do not let that fall,” he says, taking one of my hands and clasping the material to my hip, leaning in so his hot breath skates across my pussy.
“Kal, there are people—”
He smiles, devilish and hungry and foreign. I’ve never, ever, seen him smile.
Bringing his forearm up, he uses it to pin my hips against the door, bracketing me between his lips and the wood. I swallow, the ferocity in his eyes roping my stomach into one giant knot.
“I want them to hear, little one. Want them to know what I do to you, what only I can.” One lick, splicing right up my seam as he drives his fingers in quicker, and I’m already on the cusp of a fucking revelation. “If you’re jealous, I’m a goddamn psychopath.”
Latching his mouth to my clit, he fishes a groan from my esophagus, searing my insides as it puffs past my lips. Moving in fast, short flicks, his tongue lashes against me, sending frissons of electricity singing through my nerve endings.
“Look at me, Elena,” he says around swirls, his mouth vibrating against my lips, creating a delicious sensation that duels with his ministrations. “Look at your husband when you come for him.”
“Oh, God.” My head slams back against the door, eyes fluttering shut.
“I doubt He could get you off like this,” Kal says, teeth nipping at my second pulse, pulling me to attention. “Eyes on me.”
His command leaves no room for protest, his stare pulling me in and refusing to let go. Sealing his lips around me, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pressing the flat of his tongue to its hood.
“What?” I croak, remembering his unfinished admission, my hips rising to meet the full motion, chasing sweet release. “What do I make you feel?”
Lust flares in his irises, darkening them until they’re as black as his hair, and he releases me just enough to free his tongue for a second, leaving me wanton and empty.
“Alive,” he growls, diving back in to get the meal he dropped to his knees for. As he works me over, impaling me on his fingers and massaging with his tongue, my pussy quivers, threatening to explode. “You there? Come for me, wife. Show me how crazy I make you.”
I nod, frantic, barely able to keep eye contact as the euphoric wave rears its head, crashing over me with such force that my vision splits, breaking in half as my body convulses. He laps at me, grunting and groaning like I’m the most satisfying delicacy he’s ever tasted, and his sounds spur me on, dragging out shock after shock as my orgasm pounds through me.
My body slowly drifts back to Earth’s orbit as he disentangles himself from me, my juices coating his mouth. He wipes his lips and fingers over the scar on my thigh, as if in some kind of post-lunch ritual.
Pushing to his feet, he smooths his hands down over his chest and rights my skirt, leaving my breasts exposed to the air. I note the outline of his cock, barely constrained by his pants, as he pauses to admire the rise and fall of my chest.
“Such pretty skin,” he says, eyes locking onto the cut he likes to draw from each time we fuck.
“Mark it,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes snap to mine, blazing with unabashed desire. He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple jumping, and takes a step closer. “Yeah? You’d like that?”
I nod, licking my lips, letting myself look between us again. Even though I’ve just come, my body soars to life at the evidence of his arousal, my pussy clenching as if starved.
Reaching out, he cups my breasts, squeezing the undersides in his palms, then sweeps his thumbs over the pebbled peaks. “On your knees, then.”
That’s not exactly what I had in mind,I think, dropping to repay the favor anyway. Willing to do whatever it takes to keep this man looking at me like I hung the stars in the sky with my bare hands.
Maybe, for a man so used to the dark of night, that’s exactly what I did.
He unbuckles his pants, slowly dragging the zipper down one tooth at a time. Shallow breaths spill from my chest as I blink up at him, mouth level with his cock when it bobs free, curving slightly up toward his abdomen.
My mouth waters at the sight of his thick, veiny erection, and immediately I lean in to kiss the purple crown. I haven’t given many blow jobs, as he’s seemed somewhat reluctant to receive them, but the hiss that escapes each time my mouth connects with him makes me feel like I’m doing something right.
Kal threads his fingers through the hair above my ears, holding me in place with his cockhead against my lips.
“I want to tell you everything about me,” he says, moving my head from side to side, coating my flesh in the pearly beads of precum oozing from his tip. “You make me want to spill every secret I’ve ever had, Elena. That’s not something that happens... well, ever. Not for me.”
I don’t respond verbally, parting my mouth and taking him between my lips instead, showing him how his admission makes me feel. And even though I don’t feel like I’m getting answers to anything else today, the promise hidden in his words somehow makes up for that.
