She kisses and licks before leaning forward, gently sucking one of my balls into her perfect fucking mouth.
“God, baby…you’re such a good girl. Such a quick learner.” She flushes under my praise.
She opens her mouth in an “o” and sucks the tip past her lips, her head gliding down my shaft and slowly back up, finding a rhythm.
“You want me to take control, baby?” Her grey eyes flick up to mine, pupils blown wide as she nods. I grip her hair tighter as she hollows her cheeks, taking me deep, the tip of my cock brushing the back of her throat. Her eyes water, smearing her makeup and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good girl.” She licks at my piercings, groaning. I up the pace, holding her head with her hair wrapped around my fist as I fuck her mouth.
“You like taking your husbands cock, don’t you baby. Look at you,” I pant. “Sucking me like a fucking pro. God, you feel good.”
If she sucks my cock like this for the rest of my life, I’ll die fucking happy. My hips buck forward, making her gag. My balls tighten.
“Baby, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you better tell me now.” I moan, rocking my hips as she sucks me deeper into her perfect mouth.
Jesus Christ.
Don’t think about him, while a nun you stole is sucking your cock bro, bad form.
My moans echo around us as she looks up at me.
So brave.
So fucking beautiful.
So mine.
I thrust faster, deeper, as she relaxes her mouth for me. I swipe the tears leaking from her eyes with my thumb as she gags and chokes.
“Fuck—” My balls tighten as I feel the intense pleasure build in my lower spine, jetting cum in her mouth, and watch as she swallows every drop before licking me fucking clean. I shake my head, a smile ghosting my lips.
“Jesus, baby. If we weren’t already married, I’d wifey the fuck out of you.” She releases my cock with a pop, her cheeks flushed, breathing as heavy as I am.
“I want to do that again.”
Marry her.
I Already have.
Marry her again.
She smiles, a shy glimmer in her eyes. “Having you fall apart from me…it was…”
“Fucking beautiful.” I cut in, my voice rough as I lift her from the ground. Our mouths collide—hot, deep—her lips still taste of me, and the sound that leaves my throat is a deep growl of approval.
“What are you doing to me, Trey?” she breathes against my mouth. “I want you so desperately, all the time. I don’t even recognize this version of myself.” Her hands trace down my chest, over the ridges of muscle, making them tighten beneath her touch
“I just set you free, baby,” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers. “Now you have a voice. Make your own choices.”
Her gaze softens, lips hovering inches from mine.
“I’ll always choose you,” she whispers.
There’s a chance I just had a spectacular blowjob…so yeah, my heart’s fucking pitter-pattering at that proclamation. But honestly? Her words hit me.
“Good,” I rasp, sliding my hand into her hair. “Because I don’t think I could ever give you up, Dove.”
I don’t even notice the way the dress slips from her shoulders until it’s falling loose around her. My hands find the fabric, peeling it down her arms, over her back, letting it drop to the ground like it never existed. Her skin glows in the dim light, and I can’t stop myself from tracing every line, every curve as I press her close.
