“Such a good little slut, aren’t you? Dressed up like a hero, but we both know you’re just my fucktoy.”
I didn’t wait for an answer.
Dropping to my knees behind him, I pressed my face into the curve of his ass, inhaling deeply. He smelled like a soap and something uniquely Jamie – clean, but with an undercurrent of sin.
My tongue dragged up the back of his thigh, slow, deliberate, before I nipped at the soft flesh of his cheek. He gasped, his fingers twisting in the bedsheets.
“Baby, please —”
“Please what, princess?” I whimpered, my breath hot against his hole.
I could see the outline of his cock straining against the briefs, pre-cum already dampening the fabric.
My thumb hooked into the waistband and tugged, letting his dick spring free, hardand leaking. I wrapped my fingers around the base, squeezing just enough to make him whine.
“You want my mouth on this tight, pretty hole? Or do you want me to suck that desperate cock first?”
He didn’t get to answer. I sank my teeth into the flesh of his ass, hard enough to leave a mark, and he cried out, his body jerking.
My free hand slid between his legs, cupping his balls, rolling them gently before my fingers trailed lower, teasing his entrance. He was already wet, his body betraying how much he wanted this.
“Look at you,” I groaned, pressing a finger against his hole, not pushing in, just threatening.
“Already dripping for me. You’re such a fucking slut, husband.”
I didn’t give him time to process the word. My tongue replaced my finger, flat and broad as I dragged it over his entrance, lapping at him like he was the finest fucking dessert. Which he fucking is to me. His legs shook, a broken moan tearing from his throat.
“Oh god – Lex, fuck—”
“Yes, princess, I’m your God, now shut the fuck up, and let me eat this tasty ass of yours the way we both love,” I growled,my fingers digging into his hips hard enough to leave bruises.
I spread his cheeks wider, my tongue spearing into him, fucking him with deep, wet strokes.
He was tight, clenching around me, his body fighting the intrusion even as he was desperate for more. I added a finger, sinking it into him without warning, and he screamed, his cock twitching, leaking onto the carpet.
“That’s it, take it,” I murmured, my voice muffled against his flesh.
“Take my finger like the greedy little whore you are.”
I curled my finger inside him, pressing against that sweet spot, and his entire body convulsed.
“Lex, baby, I – I can’t —”
“You can,” I snapped, adding a second finger, scissoring them open, stretching him.
His hole fluttered around me, his moans turning into sobs. I pulled back just enough to spit on his entrance, watching the saliva drip down before I pushed back in, my fingers pistoning in and out of him.
“You’re going to take my cock next, and you’re going to love it.”
I stood abruptly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. His legs gave out, but I caught him, shoving him onto the bed. He landed on his back, his chest heaving, hiscock red and weeping, his hole glistening and loose from my fingers. The neon sign on the nightstand cast an eerie glow over his flushed face, making him look even more debauched.
I crawled over him, my knees pressing into the mattress, my cock already free from my jeans, thick and veiny, leaking at the tip.
His eyes locked onto it, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Please,” he whispered.
I grabbed his ankles, yanking him toward me, his ass lifting off the bed. His legs fell open, exposing him completely – his flushed hole, his trembling thighs, the way his cock twitched with need. I linedmyself up, the head of my dick pressing against his entrance, teasing.
