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By the look on his face, he’s serious. I can’t necessarily argue the count with him. I eye him holding his thick cock. Nodding, I lick my lips, submitting to him. This is a punishment, after all.
“That’s a good girl,” he groans, stroking his cock. Does he want it to get bigger?
I should be terrified by its size, and I am…a little. Oddly, I’m more aroused. “What do I do?”
“Open wide, I’m going to stick my cock in and run it along your tongue,” he says, his voice full of gravel.
Next, he’s inside my mouth. The smell is not what I expected. It’s pure and clean and even musky. “Fuck,” he mutters. “I love this. I need you to get used to it.” He tilts his hips, rocking himself in and out of my mouth on his own. “That’s right, let your husband fuck that bad little mouth of yours.”
A heady moan echoes out of my chest.
“You like this, aye?” He holds my face and seductively keeps moving in and out. His eyes never leave mine as we stare long and hard at each other.
He may want some doe-eyedWhat are you doing to melook on my face. Instead, I narrow my eyes and actively participate, suggesting:Whose mouth are you fucking? Who’s making you feel so good? Oh, your wife, motherfucker.
I tighten my lips around him, and suck harder, meeting his thrusts, taking it. Showing him I can do this. The power gets me wetter and wetter.
“Whoa, slow down, bella. I don’t want to come so fast.” There’s only so much of that power and strength he’ll tolerate from me.
His hands wind through my hair, messing up the mountain of curls I made for my night out. He decimates what took me an hour to do with pins as they fall around my face. Gripping the waves, he growls, “I said slow down. Let me fuck your mouth slowly.” He slides back in, and next, he’s moaning. His dick feels so thick, and it’s so long that it’s hitting the back of my throat.
Drool seeps from my mouth, but with the way he smiles down at me, he must like that.
“Can you breathe, baby?” he asks with kindness in his tone. “Push the air out of your nose. Let me teach you how to take care of your husband.”
I pull off on my own, this time to take a breath. Instead of letting him shove it back in, I drag my tongue up and down the incredible length of him. “You wanted slow…”
“Fuck, yeah, that’s good.” He dips his head back. “Suck on the tip, baby.”
I swipe my tongue across the pillowy mushroom tip, lapping at the creamy beads sitting on top. My eyes roam over his sexy torso of rippling muscles. With every teasing lick and suck on his tip, his abs roll and vibrate. The muscles look ready to spasm. Like every part of him is ready to shatter.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come,” he says with a groan, staring at me. “Right there, baby. Don’t stop. Take it down your throat like a good girl. That’s what I like. Oh, yeah. Swallow me down, wife, all of me.”
I relax my throat as hot ropes of his release splash across my tongue. Life is about choices. Marriage is about compromises. If blowing my husband is what I have to do to get what I want, before or after, then I’m gonna order a pair of knee pads online. I’m soaked, so it’s not like I don’t enjoy it.
Kieran pants but doesn’t even blink. He just stares at me like he can’t believe what just happened. Like maybe I just gave him the best BJ of his life.
He strokes my upper lip with his thick finger. “That was amazing. You did good, baby.” He pulls out and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head. Holding my face, he says, “Don’t you dare turn your head from me. I want to taste myself on your lips.”
For a moment, we’re breathing the same air. I’ve just ingested his cum. By the way he’s smiling, he likes everything about this moment.
His lips gently brush against mine again, and it’s much different from the way he kissed me a few minutes ago when he wanted me to suck his dick. Still, just feeling his mouth on mine sends an explosion of fire through my veins, straight to my inner thighs. Every inch of me goes electric, and my center aches.
He lifts me up and lays me out on the bed, refastening the tie to loop around the scrolls on his headboard. “Now you’re mine.” He kisses down my body, suckling my nipples. He stops when he’s seated between my thighs. I honestly expected he’d be inside by now, ramming into me. His stare rakes over every inch of me, settling on my quivering slit.
“Don’t you need to wait to get hard again?”
“Apparently not.” He grips his fully erect cock. “I’m still rock-hard, baby.” His hand gently skates down my body. “Open for me,” he growls. “Or I tie these legs down.” Mischief laces his tone.
My right knee falls to the side, and within seconds, his fingers caress my wet folds, pulling a groan from me. The contact with my hot slit makes my hips buck.
“That’s right, little wife. I can make you feel so good. Behave, or I’ll stop.”
“God, Kieran,” I groan. “That feels so good.”
“I know it does. Remember that. Remember, I can be your greatest enemy or your greatest source of pleasure, Mrs. O’Rourke.”
My heart explodes at hearing him call me that, like he really thinks I’m his. I’m too lost in a haze to ask questions. “Don’t stop.”
