So this is… an act. Foreplay?
Now that I understand the game we’re playing, I whimper. “Please. I’m begging you. I didn’t mean any harm.”
He groans, biting his lower lip. “Fuck, I love it when you beg. Beg for mercy, baby.”
“Please have mercy on me.” Slowly, I sink to my knees. Keeping my gaze trained on his, I unfasten his dark jeans, freeing his cock. The weight of it in my hand is enough to make me salivate. Lust fogs my senses. “I’m begging you. Please.”
CHAPTER 12
Cian
She opens her mouth wide, taking the head of my dick into her warm wetness. Her tongue flicks the underside, then swirls around the ridge. I groan at her tentative exploration, and her courage at trying to suck me into her mouth. There’s no way in hell she’ll get me all the way in there. Does she realize that?
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask her on a grunt, threading my fingers through her hair.
She pulls away to answer. “Of course not.”
“Your mouth isn’t like your pussy,broc meala,you won’t be able to take me all the way in. Not without cutting off your air supply. Even then, I’d have to be halfway down your throat and you’re no sword swallower.” The thought has my cock twitching, but I don’t want to hurt her, or make her feel like she has to do this.
Challenge flashes in her gorgeous grey eyes. “Will you shut up and let me beg for my life,Irlandese?”
“What does that mean?”
“Irishman.” She huffs. “Now shut up.”
I smirk. “Anything for you.” I moan as she sucks my throbbing cock past her lips, both of her hands stroke my shaft.She works me in, inch by inch. In and out, in and out, a little more each time. It’s fucking excruciating, and a marvel to watch my cock disappear between her lips.
I fist her hair with one hand, my other cups her throat as she swallows me down. My wife sputters and coughs a couple of times, but her resolve never wavers. She relaxes her muscles and tries again, and again, until she’s fucking deep-throating me and I’m dangerously close to coming.
Her nose touches my pubic hair, her palms splayed on my thighs. Triumph heats her stunning eyes when she slowly pulls away, releasing me with apop.
“Please, sir, I’ll do anything. Please spare my life.” Her eyelashes flutter and she sucks my cock down again. All in one go this time.
“Fuck!” I sharply inhale.Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, this woman will be the death of me.My hips move of their own accord, fucking my wife’s throat. Tears stream down her flushed face. The sight turns me on as I pump into her mouth.
Okay, maybe I do get off on tormenting her, just a little. Mostly I love her determination and willingness. She’s perfect for me.
My cock thickens and the alarm in her gaze pushes me right over the edge. I cry out, shooting ropes of cum down her perfect throat. And like a good girl, she swallows it down. All of it.
Finally, I pull out, allowing her to breathe again. She sucks in one breath of air after another, but her eyes show me only victory. She’s proud of what she just did to me. Now, it’s my turn.
I pick her up, planting her on her feet. “Take off your dress. Now. Or I’ll have to buy you ten new ones.”
She smiles, hastily doing as I command. I watch with feral satisfaction as she bares herself to me. She’s so damn gorgeous that the sight of her physically hurts. My chest clenches. How amI suddenly the luckiest man in the world? When did my fortune change?
Elena saunters toward me. Grabbing her waist, I spin her around so that she’s facing the bookshelf. My palms cover her hands as I press them to the smooth wooden shelves.
“Stay right there. Don’t move,” I growl into her ear.
My fingers glide up her arms to her bare shoulders, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I skim down the sides of her breasts and she shivers. I love how fucking responsive she is, how aware of my every touch, my every move. Pausing there, I weigh her ample breasts in my hands, then roll her nipples between my forefinger and thumb.
She gasps, arching her back into me. “Yes. Please. More.”
I groan at her delicious pleading, then continue my path down the silky skin of her sides… hips… thighs, and finally dip my fingers into her pussy. She’s so wet, the area soaked, her delicate skin damp.
I find her clit, teasing it with slow circles. Her whimper sends blood rushing straight to my cock.
But first, I need a taste.
