He moves his hand to my jaw, and the pad of his thumb tugs at my bottom lip as I take him deeper.
His eyes turn hooded, and he shifts his ass down the seat, his legs spreading wider. “Christ.” He grinds the word out through clenched teeth, his features tightening with a hot expression that makes my arousal soak my panties and coat my inner thighs. “Watching your lips stretch around my cock, is driving me fucking wild, wife.”
Flutters erupt in my stomach, and entranced by his reaction to me giving him a blow job, I suck him harder and stroke faster.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me.
I twirl my tongue around his swollen head, then take him as deep as I can. A harsh breath bursts over his parted lips, and his expression goes slack as pleasure eases the ever-present tension from his body.
“Yuki,” he groans my name, his voice deep with reverence, and as his ass lifts off the seat, he jerks in my mouth and hot jets spurt from him.
I swallow his release, my gaze locked on him as his breathing turns ragged, his hand moving to my head and gripping a fistful of my hair.
“Swallow every drop of my cum,” he orders in a low growl, causing a tremor of need to vibrate through me.
When he begins to come down from his orgasm, I lick the head of his cock clean before carefully tucking him back into the suit pants. I pull up the zipper and fasten his belt, and feeling proud of the good job I’ve done, I rub my hands up and down his powerful thighs.
Instead of praising me, Augusto says, “There’s no way that was the first blow job you’ve ever given.”
“It was. Well, on a real-life cock.”
Frowning, he asks, “What does that mean?”
My entire face heats up, and my voice is tinged with shame as I admit, “I practiced on a dildo.”
Instantly, anger ripples over Augusto’s features, then he grabs hold of me, and I’m hauled onto his lap. Gripping my jaw, he forces me to look at him, then he growls, “Who made you practice with a fucking dildo?”
“Yutaro.”
His green eyes fill with rage, and I believe every single word as he says, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
Not feeling an ounce of guilt, I whisper, “Please.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and wanting my praise, I ask, “Was it good?”
Augusto’s features soften again, and giving me a satisfied look, he nods. “Your mouth is perfect, and you sucked me so fucking good, my little shapeshifter. It’s the best blow job I’ve ever had.”
Basking in his words, I snuggle against his chest and let out a happy sigh.
Chapter 23
Augusto
When we arrive home, it takes everything I have not to strip Yuki and fuck her raw.
Tonight, I’ve learned that my wife and I share the same kink. I love praising her, and she needs it.
The blow job was fucking incredible, but it only took the edge off for a few minutes. The need to sink balls deep into her is fucking powerful.
As we walk into the house, Yuki turns to me. “I’m just going to ask so I know what to expect.”
Her teeth tug at her bottom lip, reminding me how good her lips looked wrapped around my cock, and I instantly begin to harden again.
“Are we going to have sex now, or do you want to drink something first and then go upstairs, or–”
I press my finger to her mouth to stop her from rambling, then say, “We are going to have sex, but I love foreplay and pushing the sexual tension to breaking point.”
Her lips brush against my fingertip as she whispers, “Okay.”
“It’s one hell of a turn on when you take that obedient tone with me,” I tell her. “And I want all the control.”
