Page 47 of The Bloke

This was as good a time as any to practice what I’ve been preaching these past five years—that I am no longer chained to the ground by my parents and the unrealistic expectations I left behind.

I was free. Free to be me. Free to be his.

Colby dropped me onto the bed, and I instantly started undressing. Sliding my yoga pants down my thighs before ripping them away from my ankles and tossing them across the room, followed by my bright pink tank top.

After only a week of being without him, I was starved—for his touch, his mouth, his cock.

I could feel myself growing wet as he leaned over me, his hand coming up to caress the side of my neck and jaw. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and letting his warmth sink into my skin.

“Tell me what you want, love.” His smooth voice was a purr.

I opened my eyes, looking up at him. I knew what I wanted.

The same thing I wanted when I moved here.

“To start from the beginning,” I uttered. A fresh start. With him.

No more hate or pretending that this isn’t what I’ve desired for so long.

For a man to come into my life, sweep me off my feet, and claim me as his.

Fuck that I was drunk when I married him.

Fuck that he felt as though he could control me with sex and his possessive behavior.

Fuck that he killed a man in front of my eyes in cold blood just for simply touching me.

Fuck. It. All.

This is what I’ve wanted, and I will take it.

Colby didn’t bother puttinghis shirt back on when we left the studio, and why would he? He looked far better naked than with clothes on anyway.

I gripped his forearm as my eyes wandered down his carved chest and cut abs, landing right at the waistband of his sweatpants. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard, pierced cock pressing against the fabric.

I loved him in these sweatpants, leaving me with nothing to the imagination of what lay behind them. When they sat low, leaving his hips and deep-toned V on display, it made it hard to hate someone so alluring.

“See something you want?” He rolled his hips into me with a low growl, and the way his muscles rippled from the movement sent me over the edge.

I reached forward, gripping the waistband of his sweatpants, and used it to pull myself onto my knees. Our chests barely touched as he leaned back to mirror my movement.

“I want to taste you.” I groaned, leaning forward, my nose millimeters from his. I wanted to do everything I told myself I couldn’t do before.

Sliding my hand into his boxers, I wrapped it around his stiff cock and began stroking him with long, languid strokes, dragging my thumb over his tip to feel the moisture leaking from it.

I slid off the bed to the floor and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down with me, his cock springing free once they were halfway down his thighs.

I admired his Jacob’s ladder piercing, the four shiny barbells that lined the underside of his thick shaft. My mind had the nagging urge to ask why he got it, but my mouth had other plans.

Parting and licking my starved lips, I glimpsed at the pre-cum that coated the tip of his cock before peering up into his bright blue eyes as I dragged my tongue across it, loving the salty taste that ignited my desire for him even further.

“What is it you men always say when you eat us out?” I cooed with a smirk. “Eyes on me?”

I didn’t let him reply before wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking his length into my mouth as my cheeks hollowed around it.

“Ffffuuuccckkkk.” He hissed, running his hands through his hair as his head rolled back and his hips bucked forward.

With a hum of satisfaction, I pulled his cock from my mouth with a‘pop’and giggled, wiping the drool from the corner of my lips.

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