He chuckles when I lean in and lick up his dick again. “I need to brand this view into my brain.” Then I take him deep. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”
A grin curls my lips as I slowly pull back. His cock slips from my mouth with a wet pop, and he lets out a tortured groan.
“Don’t worry,hubby,” I tease, “I’m going to document this for ourwedding album.”
I pull out his phone from his jeans that are still half on, open the camera, and let his cock rest against my lips, my tongue peeking out to tease the underside. I angle the camera just right and snap a selfie that will haunt him for-fucking-ever, his thick length glistening with my spit against my mouth, making the star on his tip appear deep black.
He groans like a man on the verge of a breakdown. “Holy-fucking-shit, baby.”
“It’s a masterpiece, really.” I glance at the photo, satisfied with the filthiness of it, the sheen of saliva on my chin, the lust-drunk look in my eyes, the flushed, hard proof of how much he wants me. Sylus is fucking wrecked, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
So, I turn the phone around to show him, and his jaw drops.
“Jesus,” he croaks, his hips twitching like he’s fighting the urge to thrust into the air. “That’s… that’s fucking criminal. You’re a menace.”
I wink, throwing the phone onto the bed, letting my fingers trail down his cock, wrapping around the base. “You love it.”
“I do.” He laughs a shaky, breathless sound. “I really fucking do.”
I kiss the star on the tip, my tongue flicking out to taste him again. “Then let me finish ruining you.”
I take him back into my mouth, sliding down inch by inch, and his fingers are back in my hair while his hips jerk as if he has lost control over himself.
“You’re so fucking good at this.” A deep groan leaves his lips. “So fucking sloppy and perfect. Look at you, fuck, swallowing my cock like you were made for it.”
I pull back just enough to take a few panting breaths. Spit drips down his shaft, pooling at his base, and I flick my tongue over the head, my eyes locked on his. “Iwasmade for it.”
“Fuck.” His eyes roll back. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it again.”
I chuckle and take him back into my mouth, pushing down until he hits the back of my throat and my nose touches his pelvis. A broken moan tears from his lips as I stay there, swallowing around him, feeling him throb against my tongue.
Good thing I don’t have a gag reflex anymore.
“Sparkle, fuck, I can’t… you’re gonna make me?—”
I slide my hands up his thighs, encouraging him, and he gets the message. His control snaps completely, and he starts to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, his cock sliding down mythroat. I relax, letting him take what he needs. Then he starts fucking my face with a wild, helpless rhythm. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t care. I’m drowning in the sounds he makes—the shaky moans, the broken gasps that tumble out of him like he can’t hold them back.
I can’t help but moan and hum around his length as need burns through me, igniting a flurry of desire. My clit tingles, and I’m desperate for friction, but this is for him.
Him using me for his pleasure makes me so fucking wet.
“God, yes. Just like that. Your mouth, shit, it’s everything.”
He fucks my mouth with abandon, and the wet, sloppy sounds grow louder. Then he yanks me back on my hair, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet gasp. I blink up at him, spit and tears all over my face. His chest heaves, and his eyes take on a wild sheen.
“Stop,” he pants out. “We have to stop. You’re fuckingoverqualifiedfor this, and I still want to fuck your pussy.”
He releases my hair, his hands going to his shirt, and in one swift motion, he yanks it over his head. Then, with a tenderness that surprises me, he uses it to wipe my face.
The cotton drags gently over my skin, erasing the mess of tears and spit, his fingers brushing my jaw as he tilts my chin slightly to clean me. It’s as if this moment, this care, is more important than the fire crackling between us.
When he’s satisfied, he tosses the shirt aside without a second thought, leaving me staring at him as he stands above me. Every inch of him is lean and taut, sweat slicking his skin. His jeans and boxers hit the floor next, pooling around his ankles, and he kicks them off.
I barely have time to process the glorious sight of him before his hands are on me, pulling me to my feet. His fingers slide under my shirt, lifting it up and off, also making quick work of my bra.
Sylus’s hands skim down my body, lingering at my waistband for a second, then he peels off my jeans and panties in one smooth motion. I’m left standing in front of him, completely bare, my body trembling with need.
“Look at you.” His eyes rake over me. “You’re so damn perfect.”
