Page 116 of Born into Blood

“Is my wife eager for my cock?”

“Yes,” I whisper, knowing he can hear the raw need in my voice.

He gives a soft laugh and drags his teeth along my lower lip. “Too bad for you I’ve got my heart set on taking my time.”

Lifting up, he runs his eyes over me while dragging a finger along the swell of my breast. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this, kisa.” His hands run down my waist before he lifts his hips and starts grabbing at my dress, lifting the satin fabric until it’s bunched around my stomach and he can see the lacy, white panties I’m wearing.

“Jesus,” he growls, grazing his thumb over the thin material between my thighs. “Already so fucking wet for me. You're dripping through the lace, sweetheart. Such a filthy little cunt under this innocent, white dress.”

“Luka,” I moan when he drags his thumb lower, teasing my slit with the soft stroke.

“Hmm?” He raises a brow at me, enjoying every second of my torture.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me.”

He gives me a wicked, sexy smile that has my pussy clenching desperately at air. He feels how badly my body is trying to get him inside me and laughs.

“This is not funny,” I whine when he circles my clit, making my hips rock up in a useless attempt at more friction.

“No?” he teases, rubbing me just a little bit harder. “It’s pretty humorous from where I’m sitting.”

Before I can tell him that payback’s a bitch and it’s headed his way, he pinches my clit hard enough to make me gasp.

“Don’t be so quick to yell at me, sweetheart. I’m about to make you feel pretty damn good.”

When he sees me perk up at that, he smiles and pulls his shirt off the rest of the way so he’s in nothing but his dress pants. The sight of my name on his chest always sends a flutter through me, and when he grabs one of my thighs and I see the glint of his wedding ring, a warmth floods through every part of my body.

My husband.

There’s something so damn beautiful about that phrase. He’s mine and only mine. We’ve promised our lives to one another, and he’s the only man who will ever touch me like this. The intimacy of it is like a fucking aphrodisiac, and when he spreads my thighs wider and groans, I know he can see how much it’s turning me on.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs. His green eyes are locked on my pussy, and when he spreads me wider and uses his other hand to grab my panties, pulling them tighter against me so they’re digging into my slit, parting my lips and making me spill over the edges, I fist the bedding as he growls my name and lowers his head.

He keeps my panties pressed tightly against my slit as he flattens his tongue and licks me from bottom to top, and the sensation has me letting out a loud whimper as I rock my hips, following the movement of his tongue so it lasts as long as possible.

“Fuck,” I groan when he circles my clit, pulling my panties tighter so the lace digs into my sensitive flesh.

“So fucking wet and swollen,” he murmurs against my pussy, licking and kissing and sucking every inch of me as his filthy words and talented mouth bring me closer and closer to the edge. “You taste like heaven, kisa, pure fucking heaven.”

With my dress bunched up, I can’t see a damn thing that he’s doing, and when he roughly rips my panties off, I let out a surprised yelp right before he latches onto my clit, sucking hard while plunging two fingers into me.

“Fuck!” I shout as my back arches and my heels dig into the bed. He brings me right to the edge, and as soon as I start to feel the orgasm ignite, he backs off, leaving me shaking and gasping for air.

I yell his name and feel the heat of his breath against my aching clit as he gives a soft laugh, and when I try to move, he digs his fingers into my hip, gripping me and pinning me in place.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs with his face still so close to my sex that every breath sends another spark of pleasure through my shaking body. “I’m not done with you yet, kisa.”

He scissors his fingers, pressing against my inner walls as he slowly slides them out of me while teasing my clit with his tongue. His movements are slow, giving me just enough to drive me crazy but not enough to give me what I want. When his fingers slide from my folds, I let out a whimpering protest, but he just gives my clit a soft suck as he drags his wet finger lower until he’s pressing against my asshole. The tight ring of muscle instinctively tightens even more, refusing him access, but he lazily circles the pad of his finger against my sensitive nerve endings, lighting my body on fire with just a few well-placed strokes.

When I start to relax and the tip of his finger presses in, he groans against my pussy, lapping at my clit and making me see stars. He has me right on the edge again, and that’s exactly where he keeps me. Every time I’m about to come, he backs off just enough to stop me.

“You’re not coming until my entire finger is in your ass, baby.” He presses in a little more, the foreign sensation making me gasp his name as I try to catch my breath.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs while kissing my clit. He twirls his finger, pulling a moan from deep within me before slowly sliding all the way in. “That’s it, kisa.” He nuzzles my pussy like he’s worshipping it, and just when I think I can’t take a second more of this sweet torture, he starts to slowly finger fuck my ass.

“Luka, please,” I beg, writhing beneath his touch and spiraling out of control while my body screams for more.

“Does my wife need to come?” The question is a taunt, a tease, and when I let out a pained whimper of frustration, I hear his wicked chuckle from between my thighs. “When I push you over the edge, I want to feel this tight ass squeeze my finger. Show me what you’re going to be doing to my cock in a few days.”

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