Chapter 8
Dexter
I almost came when her pussy squeezed my fingers and her climax flooded my tongue. I’m liable to explode before I sink into her.
That would be a crime against the institution of marriage. I’m sure it’s written somewhere.
“Talk to me, Sabrina.” I lean my head on a bent arm, watchful yet restrained. There’s no way to be sure of Sabrina’s thoughts. Her expression is an enticing mix of contented and confused.
“You’re already doing so much for me,” she whispers.
The hint of nervousness creeping into her voice jars me. What the hell is she saying? That being with her is, what, a favor to her? That’s ridiculous. Before I can say as much, she continues.
“Taking me in, helping with my treatments, giving me so much. I would have lost everything if we hadn’t married.”
“I’d do it again, Baby Brie. I’d do it a hundred times.”
“Oh, Dexter, you’re too good for me,” she says miserably.
“What the hell?! We both know that’s not true.” I reach over to tilt her chin my way, forcing her to return my gaze. “Why would you say that?”
Instead of answering, Sabrina pushes my chest so I’m the one on my back.
She runs her hands up and down my torso, each stroke closer and closer to my cock which twitches in anticipation. My mind blanks.
What were we talking about?
Sabrina lowers herself between my legs, licking and nipping the skin around my belly button. I hiss. The sensation of her hot mouth so near my groin is mind-blowing. It’s also painfully insufficient.
“You’re so big,” she whimpers while licking the moisture from the tip of my erection. Her lips wrap around the head, tongue swirling.
“There’s no need to?—”
I lose the ability to speak when she does some crazy tongue thing. Like, figure eights on the underside of my cock.
Jesus, this woman.
“I know, Dex. I know I don’t need to.” Her breath shoots new sensations down my shaft.
“I want to,” she says before stretching her mouth, preparing to envelop me. Her eyelids go half mast and she groans. “I’m dying to have your cock in my mouth.”
I don’t realize how much I need those words until I hear them. They unleash my lewd obsession.
“Take it to the root, Sabrina. Take it and suck it like those fucking candy canes you suck to drive me insane.”
Her eyes sparkle while a pink tongue darts out to lick the underside of my cock. Lust chokes my airways. I clutch at the bedsheets on each side of me, restraining myself from grabbing her hair while I plunge into that tempting mouth. The primal impulse to thrust floods my system.
She turns her head slightly and flicks her chin in the direction of one of my clenching hands. “Don’t hold back.”
A humorless chuckle escapes when I say, “I’d hurt your beautiful mouth if you let me. I won’t be able to control myself.”
“That excites me. Knowing you’ll lose control because you want me so much turns me on,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
By way of answer, she wraps her mouth around my cock and moves her head lower. The plunge is deeper each time, her mouth sucking and her tongue moving in a swirling pattern. It’s driving me crazy. My hips push up to shove deeper.
She comes up for air and says, “Grab my hair.”
