I firmly rested my hands on her shoulders, turning her and pressing down. She sank toward the floor, water streaming over her chest, until her mouth was level with my cock. Her gaze trailed from my balls to my weeping tip, and fuck if she didn’t lick her lips.
“Ever had a man own you from your lips to your lungs?” I growled.
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head.
“Mmm. So many firsts for my little lamb.”
Her gaze swept over my ribcage. She gasped and lifted a hand toward my latest tattoo—the ink still fresh from three weeks ago. A lamb curled on its side. The words beneath it read: “My light in the darkness. I will guard you until the end.”
Her fingertips brushed across my skin. Tracing the words with her thumb, she stroked them reverently. My tattoo pleased her.
“You…you got this after you left me here?”
I covered her hand with mine, pressing it firmly against the tattoo. “I claimed you long before tonight, wife. Tonight just made it official.”
I slid her hand down my abs and onto my cock, closing her fingers over my thick length.
She bit her lip, studying me. Then her fingers tightened, and with a smug little grin, she began to stroke.
“Umm. Good girl,” I rumbled.
Her movements were tentative at first—light touches, like she thought she might hurt me.
“Lacey,” I growled, locking my gaze on hers, “I don’t break.”
Her lips parted in a silentOas she wrapped her other hand around me and began to stroke harder. With an eager glint in her eyes, she handled me, exploring every inch of my shaft like she was memorizing it.
I grabbed my cock in one hand, tangling the other in the back of her hair. Then I tugged her forward until her lips were just shy of the head.
“Take a taste, little lamb.”
She opened her mouth and dragged her tongue from my balls all the way to the crown. The heat of her mouth and that slow, wet glide made my dick jerk. When she started darting her tongue back and forth across my frenulum, I hissed in pleasure.
I yanked her head back just enough to look her in the eye.
“Open your mouth. Flatten your tongue.”
She blinked up at me as she obeyed.
I laid the head of my cock on her tongue. She parted her lips further but not nearly enough. She’d obviously never had her mouth fucked before. I’d be careful—for now. One bad experience would make her harder to train, and I had no intention of wasting this chance.
I pushed forward slowly, filling her mouth. Her lips closed around me, and she began to suck tentatively, her tongue moving in small, uncertain flicks.
“You can do this, Lacey,” I coaxed. “Please your king.”
She tested the feel of me in her mouth, sucking and licking, drawing me in and out. Her hesitant moves lit a fire up my spine. If she only knew the restraint I was showing her.
She rose higher on her knees, sliding her hands along my shaft in time with her lips, becoming more confident now.
Growing impatient, I decided to push her. My grip in her hair tightened as my other hand angled my cock toward the back ofher throat. She froze for a second, her eyes darting up to mine, unsure.
“Learn to breathe in time with my strokes,” I ordered. “I won’t give you more than you can take.”
Nodding, she shut her eyes and braced her palms on my thighs, letting me set the pace. I rocked into her mouth, going a little deeper each time.
She gagged once, hard, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t let her think she could shy away from me.
Her lips and chin were slick now, and drool was running down to my balls. I felt my crown catching at the opening of her throat. It wasn’t deep enough to bury myself, but it was further than I’d expected her to take me on her first try.
