Page 78 of His Tesoro

I fisted the sheets and clenched my jaw. I would not come in less than a minute. I refused.

I closed my eyes, blocking out the seductive vision of Sofiya hungrily sucking my cock.

My hips jerked again, trying to push deeper into her mouth.

Think of something else. Anything else.

Torture.

Blood.

The pile of invoices on my desk.

It was no use. Her mouth felt too good.

“Fuck. Fuck,” I groaned.

Sofiya pulled off me and my body screamed to push her back on me. “Am I doing good?”

“Yes,” I said tersely. I wrapped her hair around my hand and urged her back down to my cock.

She grinned. “Feeling impatient, husband?”

“Don’t toy with me, wife,” I growled. She giggled until I added, “Or next time, I’ll bring you to the edge over and over, but never let you come, even when you’re sobbing and begging.”

She blinked and then practically lunged at my cock, taking it to the back of her mouth until she gagged. She pulled back, blinking tears from her eyes. I ran my thumb across her cheeks. “That’s my good girl. You can take me.” She blinked, her gaze so trusting as I guided her back on my cock. This time, when she sucked me in deep, she only gagged slightly as she took me to the back of her throat.

My grip on her tightened as I felt myself about to come. I tried to hold off, to prove to my innocent little wife that I had more stamina than this, but then her cheeks hollowed, her hand tightened around the base of my cock, and it was over.

I let out a shout as I spilled in her mouth. My head fell back against the headboard and my breaths were ragged. That was the best blowjob of my life.

Sofiya cocked her head. “I wasn’t sure how it would taste, but it’s not bad.”

I slung my arm over my face. She had just destroyed me, sucked my soul out of my dick, and here she was, casually analyzing the experience.

“Is it usually that quick?” she mused.

I removed my arm from my face and stared at my wife. “What did you say?” My voice was low, dark.

She met my gaze with wide eyes, but there was a slight twitch to her lips.

She was…

Fuck. She was teasing me.

A peel of laughter burst from her lips and I growled. “You think that’s funny?”

“Maybe just a little.”

I shifted forward, cupping her face. “You’re going to regret that, tesoro.”

“Oh, yeah?”

I shook my head, my mouth twisting with the effort of keeping the smile off my lips. She went to move off the pillow, but I held her down, my touch firm but gentle.

“What are you?—”

I cut off her question by bringing my hand down on her ass. She turned to stare at me, lips parted. “Did you just spank me?”

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