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Finally, he narrowed his gaze at her. “Suck my cock, love. Don’t just play around. I want to feel the back of your throat.” Then he thrust his hips forward and pushed past her parted lips.
He massaged her scalp and urged her to take him deeper as she swirled her tongue around him. When he hit the back of her throat, she relaxed her muscles there and took him deeper still, breathing through her nose to keep her gag reflex in check. At least until he thrust forward again, causing her to choke and splutter.
His hand rested on the back of her head and then he was fucking her mouth with little regard for her comfort. Just the way she liked it. Their sex life was filled with power exchange and a lot of trust. He owned every inch of her and took advantage of it whenever he wanted to.
Sometimes that meant fucking her throat with rough abandon in the shower, and other times he would lean back in a chair and let her do all the work. And she loved every minute, because he always took care of her and gave her exactly what she needed. She could trust him to read her body like his favorite book and know when to push her to tears and when to dote on her like a fucking princess.
Now, tears and mascara ran down her cheeks as she took everything he gave her. She gripped his backside, digging her fingernails into his ass as he thrust faster and harder. Bringing one hand around, she cupped his balls and fondled them, urging him to come down her throat with a pleading expression.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmured before smacking her face hard enough that she felt the sting, but not so hard it would leave a mark. “You take my cock so well. It’s like your holes were made with me in mind, weren’t they Treasure?”
She bobbed her head up and down as much as his cock would allow. Seconds later, he tensed and gripped her hair. “Swallow it all, Treasure.”
When the first salty stream hit her tongue, she opened her eyes and stared at him as she swallowed him down. It drove him wild when she did that.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he said as he hauled her up and pushed her under the shower spray. “Do you want to come for me now or wait until later when my fist is inside you?”
She grinned and kissed him tenderly. “We both know you want me to wait.”
He chuckled and smacked her ass. “I do. But you took my cock so well you deserve a reward.”
She reached over and turned the shower off then kissed his cheek. “Reward me later.”
They were quick to dry off, and she slipped on a robe instead of bothering to dress since the massage therapist would be there soon.
“I’m going to leave you to enjoy your massage,” he said, kissing the back of her neck. “I want to scope out our dinner spot.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t lie, Russell Adler. You know you’re going to introduce yourself to the head of security.”
He didn’t bother to deny it, just smacked her ass, and headed for the door, stopping to grab his jacket before he left.
“I love you!” she shouted as the door closed.
It opened back up, and he winked. “Love you too, Treasure. Behave while I’m gone.”
She sat on the plush couch to wait, enjoying the cozy fire.
As the fire warmed her, she went through the last few months in her mind. Starting with the death of her mother. Juliette Livingston was always a fragile woman. And it had gotten worse after everything came out about her family’s generations of involvement with a now defunct organization called Redstone Consolidated. The group had been in the business of illegal weapons and diamonds, but they had more nefarious goals of “restoring order to the world” through traditional marriage and submissive wives.
It was all seriously fucked up, and it had nearly gotten her, her sister, and a number of their friends killed.
Thank goodness they had taken the organization down, and she was free to live her life with Russell. Mostly. There had been some messes to clean up in the family business to cut all ties with anything illegal and bring it back into the black.
So, the last five years had been spent between London and California so that she could take care of the things she needed to. Eight months ago, she thought they were going to move back to California full time. She much preferred the comfort of Russell’s compound in the middle of nowhere in California to the noisy neighborhood her London flat was in.
They could have bought a home, or even lived with her mother in the family mansion. But that sounded like pure hell, and neither of them wanted to be in London permanently, so they hadn’t wanted to buy property.
Around the time they started making plans to go back to California full-time, her mother’s mental health had taken a turn for the worse, and her physical health wasn’t far behind it.
So, she’d stayed and worked out a care schedule with her sister until the poor old woman had passed away in her sleep two months ago.
With that came everything involved with settling the estate, which had been a nightmare. And since Gemma was the oldest, it had all fallen to her. Kendall had taken some of the burden where she could, but legally, it was all Gemma’s responsibility.
No wonder she was so tense and snapping at Russell all the time.
A knock sounded at the door, interrupting her thoughts. She stood and went to answer it, grateful to put it aside for a little while.
The massage therapist smiled when she opened the door. “You must be Mrs. Adler. I’m Katie. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
