It’s just a wooden box.
This is just a room.
Nothing religious….
I chanted those and other peppy phrases through my mind as I fell to my knees and reached for his slacks. One deep inhale, and I was assaulted by the scent of woods, musk, and man.
Dio sopra, this was so wrong. But I never hungered for anything more than I wanted to taste his cock.
Liam leaned over me, bracing his hands on the wall. His eyes were closed. Head bowed. It almost looked like he was praying.
Was I really doing this? With a body not three feet away? I swallowed hard.
And I slid my tongue over his cock the moment it sprung free of his boxer-briefs.
A full-bodied shudder ran through him at the contact.
I swirled my tongue over the tip, tasting a bead of salt before I pushed my lips over him. Liam moaned. He allowed me amoment to test his size. I adjusted my stance, lifting and arching to find the perfect angle. The moment I swallowed him, my control over the situation was done.
Liam thrust his gloved hand through the loose strands of my hair, holding my head in place. His cock drove between my lips as his hips pistoned forward. I gagged slightly. But there was no way I was stopping. I hollowed my cheeks, sucked, and swallowed.
The sound of his labored breathing made me bold enough to risk a peek. A wild surge rushed through me at the site. Liam’s face was twisted and strained. That was how he would look in battle, fighting for his life. Since those dangerous eyes were closed, I watched as he pushed into my mouth without mercy.
I didn’t realize I made a sound until his eyes snapped open. That grey-blue gaze found mine.
I held it and rubbed my tongue against the velvety underside of his cock.
Liam visibly shuddered.
That gave me the courage to do it again.
And again.
He pulled out slowly, then sank into the heat of my mouth. “My sweet cailín.”
Our eyes remained locked. My heart thundered in my chest.
“My wife.”
Against the soft cushions of my bra, my nipples ached.
“My dirty little bird.”
My pussy clenched, desperately weeping for attention. If I was brave, I would have reached under my skirt and taken some pleasure of my own. But I wasn’t. I held onto his thighs, bracing myself against the storm raging above me.
I pressed my teeth against his cock as it thrust into my mouth. Liam groaned. He was on the edge. The destruction was visible.
He’s never looked so beautiful.
A different kind of ache cracked through my chest. I didn’t want to feel those things for him. But they were there, swirling like a gust of wind that I couldn’t escape.
So I flexed my jaw and took him deeper yet.
His whisper was tortured. “Forgive me.”
He’d stolen the very prayer from my heart.
I sucked harder, rubbing my tongue on the underside, and with a stifled roar, Liam’s cock exploded. Those hot ropes of cum shot down the back of my throat. His length twitched in my mouth.
