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“Now suck on it.” He sank his fingers into my hair and clutched my roots, hard.
I was surprised by how much I enjoyed sucking his cock.
I not only enjoyed the act and the velvety, warm skin, but also his unique, manly scent and the way he responded to it, jerking in my mouth and letting out desperate groans.
My jaw and lips hurt by the time he held my hair and pulled out of me, tilting my head up and making me look deep into his eyes.
“You know I respect you,” he said gruffly.
“I know,” I murmured, my lips swollen and sensitive.
“Good. Because for the next five seconds, it’s going to look like I don’t.” He squeezed his length and shot his cum all over my face and breasts.
The warm liquid slithering down my cheek. It was thick and slimy but oddly enough, not degrading.
All I could feel was more lust, and my womb clenching against nothing, begging for something that my husband had.
I licked the cum from the corner of my lips and looked back up to him, smiling.
He smiled back.
“I think we’re going to get along fine, my dear wife.”
Chapter
Fifteen
FRANCESCA
I woke up with the same, terrible craving. A sweet tooth that wouldn’t go away.
I feel like a strawberry milkshake.
No. I need one. Bad.
I rolled from my side of the bed and bumped into hard abs, groaning as I cracked one eye open.
Five weeks after our retreat to Lake Michigan, and I’d found out some interesting facts about my new life with Senator Wolfe Keaton.
For one thing, I very much enjoyed waking my husband up with a blow job.
For another, he thoroughly enjoyed my new role as his human alarm.
I kissed my way down his stomach, following the happy trail of dark hair, and lowered his gray sweatpants with his college name on them.
Once I had him in my mouth, he stirred awake, but unlike the other times, he flung the blankets off of us and pulled me by my hair, gentle, but firm.
“Not gonna cut it today I’m afraid.” He threw me back on the mattress so I was on all fours, retrieving a condom from the nightstand.
I still wasn’t on the pill. I was supposed to book an appointment as soon as we got back from Lake Michigan, but I was embarrassed to go by myself, knowing I’d get checked down there.
I didn’t want to go with Ms. Sterling, and knew that Mama and Clara did not believe in contraception, in general.
I called Andrea three times, and she said that she’d have loved to come with me, but my father would kill her if she was seen with me in public.
“It’s not personal, Frankie. You know that, right?”
I did.
