Page 69 of These Deadly Vows

“You know what, Adeline. I think it would be best if I went home. You’re projecting your issues onto me, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“If that’s how you feel.”

She tosses the bathing suits onto the bed and stomps down the stairs. I let her go and don’t go chasing after her. Maybe our worlds are too different now. If given the chance, I know her family would make a move against my husband and his club.

Though I suppose it’s my club too.

What was an invisible line in the sand has become visible, clearer now.

“Did I miss girl’s night?” Lorenzo questions as he empties his pockets out onto the dresser while I watch him from the bed.

“Carla had to dip out early.” After she left, I took to YouTube to learn how to marinate the meat for the barbeque. Axe offered to help, but he’s still on my shit list.

“That’s too bad. I was looking forward to watching Capone sweat when he came up with me.”

I go up on my knees. “In what way?”

“He gave her the blow off after he fucked her. I’m sure she bitched about it.”

“Why did he blow her off?” Carla told me that after he took her home, he got a blowjob and left her hanging. I agree that it was a shit thing to do. He got his without a thought for her needs.

“I don’t want to talk about Capone and where he wets his dick.” He goes into the bathroom, avoiding the question which leads me to believe he had a hand in that play.

I may be annoyed with my bestie, but I don’t want anyone screwing with her. Lorenzo just bought himself a serving of my silent treatment.

He returns to bed freshly showered and naked. His tan inked skin glistens with droplets of water and I find I’m second guessing the silent treatment. Erect and ready to claim what he wants, he stalks toward me.

Drool dribbles out the corner of my mouth.

“C’mere, baby.” Cooking a finger toward me, he stands at the foot of the bed. I nod and crawl to him as he strokes himself, hypnotized by his movements, completely under his spell. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Like a good girl, I do as I’m told.

With hunger filled eyes, I watch him pump and stroke his fist up and down his veiny shaft.

“Got some new ink in your honor, he whispers, stopping long enough to show me in the curved space between his thumb and finger where the words ‘your throat goes here’ are inked.

On anyone else, I’d think the tattoo was tacky, but on my husband it’s hot as hell.

Pre-cum beads at the bulbous tip of his cock and I go to lick it.

“Not yet,” he warns, then rubs the head slowly against my top lip, teasing me, smearing the pre-cum there. His other hand sifts through my hair from the crown to the base of my neck, his grip on me tightens, giving me a squeeze before he smacks his length onto my tongue. Wrapping my lips around the head of his cock, I nearly gag.

“Such a good girl. Take me further back.” Flexing his hips, he holds my head in place to prevent me from moving when he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, Adeline. Such a pretty little cocksucker.”

My nipples tighten under my shirt, the fabric rubbing me as his tempo increases. I gurgle and suck him while pinching and rolling my own nipples.

“That’s it. Touch yourself.”

His pace quickens even more, liking what he sees, driven by the need to get off. I give up on touching myself and focus on making him shoot his load down my throat. I want to taste him. I want to make him lose control. Lose himself for me. Because of what I’m doing to him. I pop him free of my mouth and turn my attention to his balls. Something I’ve never done. I suck one into my mouth, then the other while I stroke his shaft. He groans and shudders, signaling that he’s getting closer. Hearing my man moan for me is hella sexy and empowering, encouraging me to touch him in other places. I squeeze his ass and take his length back into my mouth, flattening my tongue and hollowing my cheeks as I suck until I cry and he’s coming down the back of my throat. Doing my best to swallow every drop, I continue sucking him, milking him dry.

He brushes a finger along my cheek, wiping away the moisture there.

“I think that’s the fastest anyone has ever made me come, princess.”

I know his words are meant to compliment me, but all they do is remind me that he’s fucked a lot of other women. Especially the one I hate the most.

Not reading the change in my mood and expression, he comes in for a kiss. I press my lips together, denying him what he wants. To taste himself in my mouth. His tongue prods along the seam of my lips. I try to pull away, but he wraps a firm hand around my throat, pressing his thumb into the hollow space at the base.

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