Before my next breath, he hauls me into the air, drops me on the bed, flat on my back, and has my sweatpants dragged off.
His movements are impatient, but his eyes remain steady on mine as he grips my hips and yanks me down the bed until my ass is right at the edge.
My pulse hammers in my throat. I try to prop myself on my elbows, but he plants one wide palm in the center of my chest andshoves me flat again.
“Stay,” he growls, voice gravel-low. “You wanted me on my knees? You’re getting me on my fucking knees, princess.”
Then he lowers to the floor. I lift my head to see him better, and God, the sight of this powerful man, with his damp muscles and intense gaze, kneeling between my spread thighs makes something inside me clench so hard I gasp.
He hooks his arms under my knees, drags my legs over his shoulders, and buries his face against me without warning.
The first swipe of his tongue is slow and filthy. He licks a long, dragging path from my entrance to my clit, then seals his mouth over me and sucks.
My back bows off the bed. “Fuck?—!”
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my soaked folds, the vibration ripping another whimper out of me. “Let me hear how much you enjoy your husband’s mouth.”
He spears his tongue inside me, fucking me with it while his nose grinds against my clit. My hands fly to his hair, fingers twisting in the wet strands.
He pulls back just enough to speak, lips glistening, eyes feral. “You think I’d waste my time on anyone else when this pussy is right here, dripping for me?” Another slow, punishing lick. “I fucking love how wet you get for me, princess.”
I’m shaking. “You—asshole?—”
“Yeah, that’s right. Your asshole.” He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit in tight, relentless circles while two thick fingers slide inside me, curling to that sweet spot that makes my vision white out. “The one who’s gonna make you come so hard.”
He pumps his fingers faster, deeper, the wet sounds filling the room.
“This is the best part of my day,” he rasps between licks. “Tasting this fucking needy little pussy. You get this wet thinking I might’ve touched someone else? Or because deep down you know you’re the only one I do this to?”
I can’t answer. I can barely breathe. My hips are grinding against his face now, shameless, chasing the pressure.
“Say it,” he demands, curling his fingers harder, stroking that spot over and over while his tongue flicks over my clit. “Tell me whose mouth is making you moan like this.”
“Yours—” The word breaks on a sob. “Fuck, yours—please?—”
“That’s right.” His voice is thick and raspy. “This pussy is mine. This orgasm is mine, too.”
He adds a third finger, stretching me, filling me. My thighs start to tremble around his head.
“Yes—God, yes?—”
“Come for me,” he orders, voice dark and dangerous. “Come on my tongue like the greedy little wife you are. Drench my fucking face and show me who you belong to.”
He sucks my clit hard at the same time he thrusts his fingers deep, and I shatter.
The orgasm surges through me like wildfire. My muscles lock, thighs clamping around his head, back arching so it lifts off the bed.
“Oh, my—fuck—Bronx?—”
He doesn’t stop licking, sucking, fingering me through every shudder, drawing it out until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, and my hips jerking.
When he finally pullsaway, his lips and chin are slick, eyes blazing with triumph and hunger. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, never breaking eye contact.
“You ready for more?” he asks, voice hoarse.
I’m panting, legs still trembling over his shoulders.
“No… Connor will be here?—”
