Page 62 of Perfect Boy

“Let it be a mess.” I shrug. “Let it be a fucking disaster. I don’t care. As long as it’s you and me in the end, not a damn thing besides that matters to me, Ryann.”

Her eyebrows pull together as she stares up at me with her broken eyes. Finally, she leans up and kisses me. Biting down on my bottom lip and making me wince. My cock quickly hardens, begging for her again.

I kiss her back before I push her flat on the bed and climb off of it. I walk to my overnight bag, and her eyes widen when I return with two sets of soft cuffs. One for her ankles, the other for her wrists.

“What do you think, baby? Are you in the mood to let me show you what I’ll do if you ever try to run off again?”

Her mouth opens, and her pupils turn huge. Slowly, she nods, already squirming with need.

Taking the cuffs, I’m thankful I booked a room at a place where the bed has posts. And I go right to work, fastening her down. Her legs wide open. Her arms stretched to the sides. And, fuck, what a sight she is.

“You okay?” I ask, and she instantly nods, bringing a smirk to my face. “Good.”

Climbing over her, I kiss her lips before working my way to her neck, dragging my tongue to between her tits. And soon, my face is positioned in the sweetest place. Right between her legs.

She can’t force my tongue deeper; all she can do is lie there, letting me take control. I’ve waited so long to have my head buried here, and she’s even sweeter than I imagined.

Her moans drive me wild, and my cock aches for a release. But it’s not about me right now; it’s about her. It’s about giving her what she needs, what she wants. Showing her it’s okay to not be in control, that she can trust that I’ll always have her best interests at heart. No matter what.

I add a finger in, working my tongue and my hand against her before gazing up to watch her face. I know she’s close—I can feel it. So, that’s when I pull my finger and my mouth from her body.

“Did I tell you that you could come?” I grumble and wait for her answer.

Her lips part before forming a frown. “Pl-please.”

“What’s that?” I say, bringing my mouth close to her pussy, but not close enough to touch.

I blow a breath against her skin, and her hips rock the slightest bit, attempting to push herself against my face.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, Watson.”

“Good girl,” I mutter.

And then I dive back in full force. Pushing my fingers in and out, licking and sucking until she screams. As I feel her shaking and my fingers feel her squeezing around me, I just lick harder.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” I growl. “Give me you. I want to taste you as you come on my tongue.”

And she does. So. Fucking. Hard.

And just when I start to scooch down the bed to release her, her voice catches me off guard.

“Now, let me taste you,” she whispers. “And don’t you dare untie me for this.”

Holy. Fuck.

Slowly, I climb back onto her, watching as she opens her perfect lips, welcoming my cock inside. And when I thrust downward, she opens her throat and takes me as deep as she can. I know I won’t last long. How can I when I’m fucking my wife’s face while she’s cuffed to a bed?

Jerking my hips forward and back, I reach my hand around her neck and grip it softly, making her moan against my dick. She sucks harder, drawing me deeper and letting my length slide over her tongue. I push back as far as I can, and she gags, her eyes rolling back. Her throat closes around my head for a split second before she’s right back to deep-throating me.

“Ready for a mouthful of my cum, my little slut?” I hiss, and she whimpers before nodding.

I reach back to rub my fingers between her thighs to find she’s literally dripping wet.

Yep, that’ll do it.

That’s all it takes. I fucking lose it. Sending my cum right down her throat.

Right where it belongs.

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