Page 124 of Unlock My Heart

“I changed the locks.” Her voice is laced with accusation.

“Good for you.”

She grabs a pillow, attempting to whack me in the face. With a grin, I snatch it from her, giving it a toss.

“I’ve gotta handle business all day, but I’ll be back around seven. Party starts at eight,” I remind her.

“Did it occur to you that I’d want to be involved in the party planning?” Her eyes remain closed, but the displeasure is clear from her tone.

“Do you want to be involved in the party planning?” I ask gently.

“Well, I don’t have the option now, do I?” Sienna huffs, her eyes opening.

“Baby, I don’t have time to spar with you this morning.” Not that I wouldn’t love to spar with my beautiful wife in bed all day. “I’ve got ten minutes before I need to leave, so why don’t I eat your pussy, and you go back to sleep for a little bit, and when you wake up, you can wreak havoc on the party planner,” I promise her.

“Excuse me?” Her eyes go sky-wide.

I shift down the bed, bringing the covers with me. Sienna’s wearing a lacy black slip and matching panties that have my mouth watering. “Which part needs repeating?”

She goes to kick me, and I grab her ankle, shoving her leg over my shoulder. “Good idea.”

“I think so.” She shifts her other leg over my other shoulder, bringing her thighs together and trying to choke me out.

“Is this how you fantasized killing me?” I rest my hands on her quivering thighs, my airway in risk of being blocked.

“That presumes you’re involved in any of my fantasies.” Sienna grits.

“You star in every one of mine,” I tell her honestly. “From the front. From behind. But we both know your favorite is with you on top, grinding that greedy little clit of yours against my cock.” I roll over, flinging her with me, and now she’s straddling me. “Like last night.” I groan. “That one’s going in the fantasy hall of fame.”

Sienna rolls her eyes. “If that was your fantasy, then I’m just as terrible at punishing you as you are at being a cuckold.”

“Agreed. But you know how you could punish me? Rubbing that naughty pussy all over my face. Come take a ride and shut me up.” I hold onto her thighs as I shift down the bed, to where she’s now straddling my face.

Her eyes narrow to slits. “Do you really think reverse psychology is going to wo⁠—”

My tongue flicks her panty-covered pussy, and she moans.

Sienna reaches down and grabs the band of her panties, and just when I think she’s helping me out by removing them, she jerks them down, covering my face.

“Suffocation. This could be a fantasy starring you,” Sienna taunts.

My chest rumbles with a snarl as I rip the tiny slips of fabric on both sides, her panty scraps flittering away from my face. My hands find her hips, yanking her pussy down to my mouth. I eat like the starving man that I am, practically mauling her.

“Fuck,” she grits, and begins moving her hips back and forth.

“That’s it, baby. Show me who’s boss,” I murmur against her pussy. And you can’t tell me she doesn’t want me as much as I want her—pussy juice is leaking down my chin and neck, not that I’m fucking complaining.

The sound of Sienna’s breathy little moans fills the room, and I groan in satisfaction. Lifting her hips so she can hear me, I tell her, “You wanna suffocate me with your pussy, baby? I’d die a happy man.”

She shoves herself back down in my face. “Less talking, more suffocating.”

My body vibrates with laughter as I continue to eat her with the flat of my tongue. Soft and long strokes, hovering around but not touching her clit, getting her good and worked up.

Sienna attempts to shift me directly on her clit, but I hold her hips in place. Despite her having my balls in a vise, she’ll come when I allow it.

“Asshole,” she grits, grinding harder against my face.

“Good idea.” My hands grab ahold of her beautiful ass, spreading her cheeks apart. My right finger dips inside, circling her tight hole. It puckers, and she moans long and slow.