Page 127 of Death Do Us Part
Chuckling against my mouth, he grabsmy hands.“Such an impatient little slut, my wife.”
A bolt of electricity shootsthrough me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, you can’t wait, can you?”
His wordsmakeme flush.A good, delicious flush Ifeelall the way down to my toes.
Panting against his lips, I moan, “Make me your cum bucket.”
Hefreezes.
Then liftshis head.
I lean forward to kiss him, to find him in the darkness, but he evadesmy mouthwith ease.
Just as frustration startsto build inside me, it’sshoved to the side by horror.What if my breathstinks?What if he’sno longer kissing me because it smellslike ass?
Oh my gods, my breathsmellslike ass.
Whichisironic because his lips were the ones thatwereon my ass.
Subtly, Itryto exhale strong enough for me to smell my breath, but all Icansmellishim.
“Say that again,” hesays, humour colouring his words and making me blush for an all together different reason than before.
Oh my gods.
That’s what itis.
Ididit wrong.
Thisisso embarrassing.And now I’vetaken us out of the mood.Andnowhewon’tfuck me, and –
“Arienna,” he pullsmy name out, making it sexy, making me shudder in anticipation.Leaning down to my ear, he nipsit in between his teeth.His breath fansacross my neck; his words rumble against my skin.“Did you just ask me to turn you into my cum bucket?”
My pussy quivers.
My body relaxes.
I most definitelydidnotsaythat wrong because those wordsareflippin’ sexy coming from him.“Yes?”
His laugh shocksme.Stingsjust a bit.
But then his lipsareon me again.
And his handsareundoing the lace of my corset.
Shoving it down.
Pushing up my breasts.
Lowering his head, he burrowshis tongue in between them.“Your wish is my command.”
He kisseshis way across onebreast.Licking aroundthe nipple, he kneadshis fingers into my flesh, massaging me, building me up until Iamgasping and moaning and waiting for him to put his freaking mouth on my flippin’ sensitive bud.
“Richard,” I moan.
“Yes, my queen?”
