Page 76 of Tragic Empire
Thumbing the edges of my shirt, I lift my back from the bed and shed the white material. Entirely nude while he’s still fully dressed, I center myself on the bed, pulling off the tie that keeps my braid in place. I want to feel my hair sprawled out all around me while we do this. I want it to get messy and wild, unrestrained in every way.
“Let me see you,” I request, pulling my fingers through my hair to undo the braid.
Cassio pops open the buttons on his shirt, his eyes never leaving me as he sheds the garment. He moves to work on his trousers next, and my greedy eyes soak up every detail. His tan skin, all the curves and edges that make up his body, the happy trail of dark hair from his belly button to beneath his boxers, and the deep v-lines of his hips.
He’s an absolute vision. More muscular than I imagined he would be, with toned lines and thick biceps I’d like to sink my teeth into. He has a slimmer frame than some of his brothers, but it’s clear he’s expertly crafted his body, taking care of its pristine condition over the years.
My teeth sink into my lip as he strips down to nothing, his rock-hard cock slapping against his strong thigh as he moves. It’s a little bit darker than his naturally sun-kissed complexion, sitting on top of his swollen balls. A pearl of precum glistens from the fat tip, and my mouth waters, wondering what he’d taste like if I licked him.
“Spread your legs,” he instructs, fist circling around his thick shaft. “Show me what I’m about to feast on,forza.”
Watching with rapt attention as he pumps his length twice, my legs part, exposing myself to him fully. Like he can’t wait a second longer, he descends, kneeling on the bed and lowering his face down. I suck in a breath, seeing his back for the first time. Two black and gray fallen angels paint his shoulder blades in perfect ink, one smaller than the other. For his lost loved ones, I assume.
We both have tattoos on our back for our families.
Another sign that has me believing my husband and I are somehow meant to be. We found each other in the most unconventional of ways, but I can’t help suspecting that fate played a hand in bringing me to him.
Chills crawl up my arms as Cassio inhales, gliding his nose up to the innermost part of my thighs. He rumbles with a groan, like he’s basking in my scent and the sight of me. He’s so intense in everything he does, and I brace myself for what’s about to come.
But nothing could prepare me for how his mouth feels when he roughly rolls his tongue up the length of my slit. A gasp flies from my lips and my ribs lift, back arching high. There’s no easing me into it, Cassiodevoursme like a man starved. He licks and sucks, hitting every sensitive bit of flesh with skillful precision.
A broken moan vibrates in my throat, and my hands pull my sheets into tense fists. I find myself creeping closely to a peak, chasing the feeling with abandon. I’m going to come embarrassingly fast, and I couldn’t give a fuck if I tried.
He feelsamazing.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Cassio groans, punctuating his claim by twirling his tongue around my clit.
“Mmmmf,” I whimper. “Make me ready for you, I can’t wait, Cassio. Please, please?—”
Nudging my legs open further, he answers my prayer, pushing two digits inside me. The added pressure of being fingered while he licks me out sends me tumbling into an unstoppable climax. My eyes flutter shut, and I twitch hard, rocking into his face to chase the high.
“Oh god, oh god,” I babble hoarsely.
“That’s one.”
Oh bloody fuck, he sounds so goddamn pleased with himself. I can practically feel his grin against my cunt.
There’s no time to rest as Cassio starts using his tongue to lavish my overly sensitive pussy over and over. He uses the cum from my latest orgasm to slip a third finger inside of me, thrusting and twisting the digits to stretch me out faster.
He’s fueled by every moan I let out, and every unrelenting twitch of my body. He’s undeniably talented with his mouth, giving me exactly what I need and more. He doesn’t force me into a quick orgasm again, instead he makes strange patterns around my clit with his tongue, changing the pressure too often for me to fixate on one feeling.
“You know what I’m doing right now, Wife?”
“Driving me crazy?” I breathe.
“I’m spelling my fucking name on this greedy little clit. She likes it so much, doesn’t she?”
No fucking way.
Sure enough, if I focus on the way his tongue moves. I can make out every letter.
C. A. S. S. I. O.
He repeats the pattern at least three more times, meticulously drawing most of the letters in a slow pace, but speeding up with the O.
Cassio works me over like he knows my body better than anyone ever could. I can’t help but think that he was fucking made for me. Needing to feel him closer, my fingers delve into his soft hair, holding him while he works. My husband moans happily and somehow manages to shoves his pinky alongside his other three fingers.
Instantly, it all becomes too much. I explode without warning, a scream rippling from my chest.
