Page 78 of Lust & Lies
He took a step closer until the tip of him brushed against my mouth. I chose that moment to stick my tongue out, licking my lips. My tongue grazed the tip of my husband, and he hissed, the sound increasing my arousal.
Precum leaked from the tip, wetting my lips. I turned my head from side to side, letting it mix with my lip gloss, creating a special blend of store-bought and homegrown. Then I licked it off, loving the taste of my man. My gaze never left his the entire time.
Gripping his cock, he tapped it against my mouth and whispered, “Open wide.”
I did as he asked, parting my lips again, opening them wide.
“Tongue out, beautiful,” he ordered.
Again, I obeyed without protest. My man rubbed his tip against my tongue. His taste teased my taste buds, and I wanted more. But I won’t lie, that tip was wide against my tongue and had me wondering if I would be able to take all of him or not.
Had I, in the past? I thought about asking, but changed my mind. I didn’t want to know. I would find out for myself. I kept my eyes locked on his as my tongue traced his thick tip, savoring the taste of him while watching the hunger flare hotter in his gaze.
Gripping my hair with one hand and his cock with the other, he slowly fed me that dick. Inch by inch, he slid forward, slow enough to let me feel every pulsing inch of him. My mouth stretched to take him, lips gliding over velvet steel as he continued forward.
I didn’t look away. I wanted to watch him watch me. I wanted to see his expression as his cock slid deeper into the warmth of my mouth. It was a sight to behold. The hunger in his eyes had my pussy fluttering.
His entire body was tense. I could tell he was holding back, trying to take his time with me. My savage was trying to be gentle. It was evident in the way his hand shook slightly as he guided his cock into my mouth.
My sweet savage.
If my mouth wasn’t slowly being filled, I’d tell him he didn’t have to take his time with me. I wanted him to fuck my throat until it was raw and I was too hoarse to talk. I wanted him to soothe my aching throat with his cum.
I wanted my jaw to ache later, proof that I’d let my husband fuck my mouth until he filled me with his juices. He continued forward, and I could already tell I wouldn’t be able to take all of him.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t try. He didn’t stop until his tip was pressed against the back of my throat. Okay, so I couldn’t swallow the dick whole. That was okay. I would make sure not one inch was left behind.
I would make sure every part of this cock got the attention it deserved. Mouth full of my husband, I tried to ease my head back so I could slide my mouth down on his cock. Not happening.
There wasn’t enough room for me to lean my head back in this high-backed chair. Plus, he had one hand gripping my hair, preventing me from moving. I couldn’t go anywhere. And he knew that. I could tell from the way he was smirking down at me.
“Cock got your tongue?” he asked.
If I could’ve laughed, I would’ve. But he was right, cock had my tongue. I fluttered my tongue against the underside of his cock in response. His lips parted on a ragged breath as he pulledback and sank deep into my mouth again. I gagged around him, my throat tightening as I swallowed.
“Is that what you want, beautiful?” he asked, grip in my hair tightening as he eased back, then sank deeper into my mouth, making me gag again.
The sound of my own gagging turned me on. Mouth watering, I moaned around his cock to let him know this was exactly what I wanted. And he gave it to me how I wanted, pulling back to slowly slide into my mouth again, cock throbbing against my tongue.
I tightened my lips around him and could feel saliva leaking from the corner of my mouth. I didn’t care. I had no shame. I had no reservations. All I had was a thirst only Aiden could quench.
The sounds he made as he fed me his cock were low and guttural. They sent arousal straight to my core. I swallowed around him, loving the taste of this man.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting slowly, feeding me more with every stroke. “Take all of me. You can do it. I know you can.”
That was all the motivation I needed. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss and shudder. His other hand came up to cradle the side of my face, thumb brushing over my cheekbone.
He was staring down at me like I was his most cherished treasure, even as he fucked my mouth with slow, claiming thrusts.Sweet and savage.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “This is the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen. My woman... swallowing this cock that was made just for her.”
That praise sent heat rolling through me, making me suck harder, take him deeper. I slid my hands up his thighs, felt the tension coiled beneath his skin as he twitched against mytongue. His breathing was ragged, a low grunt slipping past his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmured, sinking deeper as he made love to my mouth.
I adjusted my jaw, taking him as deep as I could, swallowing around him as I relaxed my throat. He was thick and hard on my tongue, and every inch I took had him gritting out curses under his breath.
“Fuck baby,” he groaned, voice strained. “You’re taking me so deep. Sucking me so good, love.”
