Page 48 of Legacy

Without a thought, I worked his pants open. His cocksprang free, a barest centimeter from my lips. A bead of precum wept from the flared head, and my mouth watered.

The urge to lick him, taste him, called to me. Just as I leaned forward and fell to the desire, he jerked my head back, forcing me to look up at him.

“Is that craving you feel right now only for your enjoyment, Avra? Is it only about my cock, and it has nothing to do with me?”

Why wouldn’t he leave this alone?

“Don’t read too much into this.”

“Are you saying any asshole with a big dick can satisfy you?”

“Stop talking and fuck my face.” I clenched my jaw, ready to stand up and punch him.

His hold on my hair tightened into a brutal, almost unbearable grip. “Answer me.”

“You know the answer, so why ask?” I glowered up at him, holding on to the waistband of his pants to keep my balance.

“Because I want to hear you say it.”

I shook my head as a lump grew in the pit of my stomach. “You don’t get to take from me and give nothing back. I won’t give you that power.”

“I already have it.” He gripped his thick, hard cock, pumping it from root to tip. “You’re my wife. I own you.”

“You don’t own me. You’re using me, for my name, to legitimize what belongs to me.”

He nudged my mouth with his dripping erection. “And you’re using me.”

I had no chance to argue. With one hard, rough shove, he pushed past my lips, forcing me to take him as far as possible.

Tears burned the backs of my eyes as my gag reflex activated. He pulled out, allowing me only the barest moment to breathe before doing it again.

Asshole.

And I was just as much of one because I liked this fucking primal, depraved side of him. I hated that he knew this about me. I hated that he could draw this need out of me. And most of all, I hated that I willingly allowed him to do this to me.

What was wrong with me?

He repeated the steady thrusts into my mouth, growling as he ground his hips against my face.

“Put your fucking hands down.”

I obeyed, not realizing my fingers had worked their way up to his cock. The sounds he made as I stroked and touched him heightened my arousal, but he controlled all of this, and my role was to take what he gave me.

I settled my palms against my thighs as he pistoned his hips back and forth, hard and fast.

The ache between my legs grew, and I couldn’t help but squirm. My swollen clit throbbed, desperate for attention and relief. I whimpered and then hummed at the first taste of pre-ejaculate on my tongue.

My moans of pleasure seemed to incite a beast in him. “My wife, my little whore.”

Even though he was using me as an outlet for his furious lust and to make a point, I couldn’t care less.

I loved seeing him lose control.

I slid my fingers between my legs and worked my clit, needing some relief.

“Stop that, or I will tan your ass red.”

I wanted to scream at him, tell him to fuck off, and that he couldn’t stop me.

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