Page 171 of Hateful Games

“Yeah, cry for me, Rose.” Thrust. “Such a good wife.” Thrust. “Enjoying her husband’s cock.” Thrust.

Pulling out as I gasp for breath, he shamelessly slaps my cheek with his shaft. Once on both sides. Treating me like his slut. I forget how we even got here, with me flat on my back and letting him fuck my mouth.

I’m losing my mind and he’s still in control.

My jaw aches and he’s barely lost his breath.

“Let me touch you,” I softly ask, plotting to destroy his arrogant composure.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“You didn’t think I would rush this once I finally had you under my mercy, did you?” he taunts. “You’re made to be worshipped. After this, you’ll resist me harder.” Slapping my cheek again, he rasps, “Guess what? It won’t work. Because you’re fighting a losing battle, my wife.”

So maybe I was going to. But he’s wrong about it being a lost battle.

He smiles, as if he can read my mind. “If it makes it easier, I plan to give you no choice. Good little sluts only know to obey and please.” Tapping my lips with the pierced tip, he commands, “Push your tongue in and taste me.”

Eagerly, I lap and circle him first. Flicking the barbell, I tug with my teeth until he hisses slightly. Smiling, I roll my tongue around and softly suck. His gaze narrows at my defiance but when he hears me moan at his taste, they darken.

“Keep it up and I won’t let you up for hours.”

Scared of having a sore throat, I push my tongue in the little slit and slurp on his salty cum. I’ve heard women hate the taste yet I don’t feel the same. Instead, red-hot jealously flares that other women must have tasted Nova before me.

Turns out, my selfish, not-sharing tendencies extend to my husband too.

His fingers threaded in my hair tightens and he tugs my head away. Stroking once, he pushes his heavy ball sack against my lips. “Lick. You’re going to taste all of me, Rose.”

Just when I think he couldn’t get filthier.

Keeping my eyes pinned on him, I brush my tongue over his balls. The feel of it different than his hard cock but manly all the same. The groan he lets loose eggs me on and I try to suck one whole.

“Fuck, Rose,” he moans, gaze heavy-lidded. “Again.”

This time, I flick him too while sucking softly. Pleasure swarms his features. Lips pulled back in a snarl as he pushes himself harder into my mouth. My heart swells in pride when he wrenches my arms down and growls, “Wrap your fist around me.”

I understand why he let both my hands down because one barely circles around his girth. He’s so slippery and wet from my saliva, I’m easily able to stroke him up and down. The trimmed hair near the base tickle my nose when I tilt my head to suck his other ball.

His free hand joins mine and he teaches me to stroke the way he likes. “Tighter, sweetheart. Just like that. Put me in your mouth. Now.”

Licking the underside from the root to the tip, I take as much of him as the position allows. I’ve never been so wet in my life. My own juices leak from my panties, soaking the sheets.

“Oh god!” I moan, when Nova takes my nipple between his forefinger and thumb to pull. “Ahh!!”

“Keep sucking,” he barks, shallowly thrusting his hips every time I push down. When it’s not enough, he abruptly pulls out. “Get on all fours.”

I rush to obey as soon as he climbs down my body. Fisting my hair before I’m even into position, he thrusts between my parted lips. He’s so much deeper yet nowhere near to the back of my throat. My spit dribbles to the bedsheets when he lets me breathe after a few shallow strokes.

His cock hanging in front of my mouth.

How many inches is it even?

“Count.”

I said it out loud? Fuck. My gaze flicks to his feral ones. Without warning, he fills my mouth again. I almost fall but he holds me up by my hair. I should feel degraded the way he’s manhandling me but I only want to beg for more. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in the bedroom.

“I’ll do it for you.” Slowly, he thrusts in. “One.”

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