Page 81 of Hostile Bond
Tonight, I have more energy and a new hunger. A hunger that only my husband can fulfill. And watching this powerful man run his fingers through his wet hair, I’m burning up inside.
“That’s what I hate about you, Dré.” I deadpan, waiting for him to take the bait.
He stops at the foot of the bed. “So, you hate me now? Have the pregnancy hormones kicked in?”
The atmosphere changes. It crackles, the quality of it thick with woody tones from the shower gel he uses. All I can smell is this god-like man. But I want to taste him too.
“Well…” I crawl to the edge of the mattress to join him. “Maybe hate isn’t the right word.”
He reads the change in my posture, how I’m sitting on my shins, shoulders back, and bare breasts ready for his hands. Our gazes mingle, his dark and studious, mine begging for his control.
“What is the right word then, Wifey?” he asks on a low rumble that tingles right through me and makes my nipples hard.
“You’re so good looking… makes it impossible for me to resist you.”
“Is that so?” he hums. “Are you trying to resist me right now?”
“Impossible,” I say breathlessly. “I’ve had to wait for too long.”
His eyes flash as he moves closer without either of us touching and whips off his towel, letting it drop to his feet. There’s a subtle quirk to his wet lips, but his moonless gaze speaks to me of a dark lust he’s trying hard to contain.
“I was starting to worry you’d never want my dick again, especially now you know what my high caliber sperm can achieve. But something tells me you want my cum in your hot little cunt, don’t you?” I bite my bottom lip and nod. “And you love knowing how painfully hard my dick has been for you every fucking day. How it can’t wait to ram inside your greedy wet holes. I bet your pussy is ready for me right now?”
Oh, shit… the gravelly texture of his voice alone could easily make me come. My pulse skips.
“Why don’t you check and see, Hotshot?” I own the fact I’m wet for him and that my body is on high alert, primed for his dominance.
He folds his arms across his chest and thumbs his bottom lip back and forth, watching me in an electrified silence. Finally, he lowers his hand from his mouth. “You got your appetite back, Wifey?”
“I believe so.” I lick my lips, yearning for his strong hands on my shivery skin.
“Well then, how about you eat my dick before I fuck you?” When I shuffle to the edge of the mattress in preparation, he shakes his head. “Flat on your back.” He instructs, not putting a single finger on me. “You know how I like my dirty wife to take it. Deep and gagging when I shoot my load.”
I do as I’m told and switch positions, bringing the back of my head in line with his aggressive looking boner above my forehead. Strong muscular legs part a fraction as he widens his stance for stability, his masculine scent driving me wild.
“How much have you missed my dick?” He arches over me and bends his knees to direct the satiny tip of it across my lips. “Because I’ve missed your pussy so much that I’m about to come on your face by just thinking about fucking your throat.”
“Do it,” I demand, unlocking my jaw and shimmying along the mattress a bit more.
He slams both of his hands at either side of my arms and bows his head, notably not putting them on me. My pussy clenches, pulsating for him. Too eager and craving everything he has to offer.
For some reason, the desire blistering through my veins is much more intense. I’m beyond aroused. It’s been too long since we’ve connected in this way—since his teeth had sunk into my nipples, his dick slid into my mouth, and his hands slapped my sensitive flesh. And I want it all. Now.
He thrusts his hips and spears my throat, making me retch from the immediate force.
“Fuck… Sin… I’ve had to lie beside this gorgeous, soft body of yours every night and stop myself from ramming my dick in your ass. Last night while you were sleeping, I almost flipped you onto your belly, tied your ankles to the bedposts and fucked you raw. And when you were in the shower… Christ… I enjoyed jerking myself off while I spied you from the doorway, lathering soap all over your tits. But this is…” he growls. “Nothing beats this.”
The unflattering gagging noises teamed with excessive saliva slurping don’t put him off, rather it spurs him on. He continues to drive his dick in further, the motion of it hitting the back of my throat nothing less than dominating.
My skin tingles, loving his feral pace. Vibrations of his hunger channel through my blood, creating a beast so carnal it threatens to choke me. The fierce grunts coming from the back of his throat heighten my awareness of his hunger, reverberating inside my body like an electrical current.
Sensing him lose control, his muscles turn to stone and saltiness spurts from the tip. My reflexes instantly have me swallowing when he withdraws.
“You want to taste?”
“Yes.”
“Tongue out,” he commands, his voice hoarse.
