“I…I don’t know,” I answer honestly because I don’t know exactly what I was expecting; I just couldn’t quell the urge to come to him.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he tuts almost with a menacing chuckle. “I think you’re lying, Little Devil.”
He turns his head in my direction, his dark, almost black eyes boring into mine, before they roam every inch of my body, and it reacts accordingly. My nipples peak and strain against the silky slip, my next breath catching in my throat and the dull thud between my legs picking up in tempo.
“You know the rules,” he states.
“And you know I like to break rules,” I counter.
“Then come closer. I won’t bite…but then again, I think that’s why you’re here.”
I walk towards his gravelly voice like it’s a siren’s call. He tracks my steps but otherwise doesn’t move a muscle.
I’m standing at the foot of the bed now, and he’s looking up at me, but my eyes immediately fall to his cock. I lick my lips and he chuckles darkly. Fucking chuckles. The man doesn’t so much as crack a smile most days, and yet lying here naked as the day he was born and imploring me to reveal my secret fantasies to him, he fucking chuckles.
“Cat got your tongue, Little Devil? That’s a fucking shame. It’s going to be real hard for you to suck my cock if that’s thecase. That’s what you came for, right? To wrap those pretty lips around my fat cock and take it right to the back of your throat?”
Oh God. I think I might come from his words alone. I fucking knew from the moment I laid eyes on Raf that he shared an appetite for the dark like me.
“I’ll give you that, but that’s not what I came for…husband,” I tease, watching his dark brown eyes flare when the term of endearment lands.
I put one knee on the bed, followed by the other, and crawl up into the space between his legs, coming to sit on my knees, hands resting on top. He takes in my position and lifts his gaze to mine.
“I don’t give a fuck what you came for. If you insist on breaking the rules, I call the shots. Now show me you can listen, for once in your life. Suck.”
His words send heat spreading over my skin like wildfire, and I wish it was his hands touching every inch of me. But he doesn’t move; he just lifts an eyebrow to silently reiterate his command.
Pulling my hair over one shoulder, I shimmy back slightly and bend at the waist so my mouth is now positioned over his hard erection, growing and thickening with each moment that passes. I push my ass out further as I run my tongue along his length, following the same path as the veins that run up and down. When I reach his tip again, I close my wet mouth over his engorged head, swirling my tongue around it. His breathing is heavier, and just the sound alone turns me on even more. Pumping up and down his length with my hand in time with my mouth, I suck, alternating between fast and slow, then taking him to the back of my throat and holding him there on a gag. He hisses and I pull off, the taste of his pre-cum mingling with the mint of my toothpaste on my tongue. I’m already addicted. And as if reading my mind, he commands, “Tongue out.”
I obey, and he wraps one hand around his cock and brings it to my tongue, rubbing the taut skin on the underside just below the head up and down my tongue.
I bat his hand away and take over, pressing my tongue to the spot and flicking, laving the sensitive head over and over. The sounds of me fucking Raf with my mouth fill the room, his breathy exhalations like music to my ears, spurring me on to bring this man to his knees—and hopefully between my thighs. He still hasn’t laid a finger on me, and it’s almost as bad as denying me an orgasm altogether. As though he can read my mind, he finally reaches out and wraps my hair around one fist, pulling me off his cock with a hiss.
Sitting up quickly, he keeps his hand tangled in my hair, bringing his face closer.
“Fuck it,” he rasps before crashing his lips to mine, stealing whatever breath remained. He kisses me deeply with full tongue, taking mine into his mouth and sucking on it. The kiss is demanding and relentless. Like maybe he’s been hoping for more of this since the last time too. A girl can wish, right?
“I taste good on you, wife.” He smirks against my lips, ghosting his fingertips along my right shoulder where my strap has fallen off and then pushing it down completely, repeating on the other side so my peaked nipples are on full display for him.
He groans in approval, tweaking one then the other with his thumb and pointer. I gasp as the delicious zing of pain shoots through me and straight to my clit.
“You like the way that stings, baby?”
I arch my back on a soft moan. Like an offering. One he accepts willingly.
Keeping his eyes on me, he lowers and sucks my nipple into his mouth. Hard. “Yes,” I hiss, lost to the feeling of his tongue and lips on my sensitive nipple. He softly laps at it with histongue before taking it between his teeth and gently biting down before popping off completely.
I run my fingertips through his dark hair and push his mouth towards my other breast in a silent plea to repeat the sweet torture on my other side.
“Who’s my greedy little wife?” he teases before giving me exactly what I’m asking for. I close my eyes, focusing on every touch. Every sensation. And that four letter word that has my heart racing. What would it be like to truly be his?
The bite of pain grounds me to this moment before I can let my imagination run away with thoughts of a world in which this man wants to claim me for his own.
Pulling off my breast, he kisses his way up my neck and along my jaw before bringing his lips to the shell of my ear.
“Now turn around, Little Devil. I’m going to give you what you came for.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
