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“No,” he said.
His hands dug deeper into my hips, holding me steady. The hot surface of his tongue dragged over my clit again and again in tandem with his fingers inside me. Working me closer to that sweet, scorching burn deep inside.
Face flushed, I squirmed.
“Please,” I begged under my breath. “Sir.”
He ignored me, eyes locked on my face. Enjoying my shame. An orgasm rose faster than I could control it, hurtling up from the soles of my feet. Making my toes curl and my thighs clench so hard I knew he felt every twitch of my muscles in his palms.
“No,” I begged, twisting. “Please, not like this.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
LUCIEN
Her cunt was hot, tensed beneath my tongue. She was a knot of need, dripping down my wrist as I flicked her G-spot. My pointer finger rested against her asshole, rubbing it with the slickness from her pussy. Enjoying the way it pulsed as her pleasure drew closer.
“Please, please,” she chanted, spine and neck arcing.
I pulled back for a second.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered. “I want you to watch.”
Her big, dark eyes fixed to my face and warmth exploded in my chest. My God, this woman was my wife. This fucking goddess with a cunt that tasted better than thousand dollar champagne was mine.
My cock throbbed, stiff and leaking somewhere below.
Her inner muscles tensed hard and relaxed. Excitement surged and I pulled my fingers out, pushing them up against her clit and lifting her over my mouth.
“Oh, oh, God, Lucien,” she cried out.
Her spine snapped back and her whole lower body relaxed as a burst of arousal surged from her pussy. Like the cap popping from a bottle of sweet champagne. I caught it on my tongue, letting it fill my mouth until I could swallow it down. Relishing how it hit my lips and dripped down my neck, soaking the pillow around my head.
Her orgasm tore through her and left her panting, burning with shame. My tongue was saturated in her release. Exactly the way I liked. My head spun and my fingers loosened enough to let her pull free of my grip.
She fell back onto the pillows, breasts heaving.
“You’re filthy,” she whimpered.
I ran a hand over my chin. “You’ve squirted in my mouth before, don’t clutch your pearls so hard, baby.”
“It’s dirty,” she protested weakly.
I rolled onto my side. “How is it any dirtier than you swallowing my cum?”
She chewed her lip, her hands sliding down and grazing over her pussy. “I don’t know. It just feels…filthy.”
My hand slid up her naked hip and pulled her against my chest. I pushed my face into her neck. My cock was hard again and my hips worked it against her thigh. Relishing the sensation of her smooth skin and the new line of muscle running up her leg.
She was stunning, as she’d always been. I’d loved her through every season of her body, through her pregnancies, through postpartum, through softness and leanness. I would love her still, perhaps even more deeply with every change in her body.
“The boys are asleep,” I murmured. “Enza and Cosimo are on the mainland tonight.”
“Oh?” Her voice curled with desire.
“Put on that dress I like,” I told her. “Let me hunt you down and tear it from you, baby.”
Her calves tightened, her lips parted. A moan escaped her lips.
