Page 4 of The Coveted Beta

I’m hoping my husband is congenial to the ardor that clamors in my mind.

Chapter Four

Alex

I expect Clara to be asleep, but my wife lies in bed, awake, waiting for me, with a book lying open across her chest.

She sits up in a sudden rush, and the book drops to the floor with a thud. She doesn’t even spare it a glance as she throws back the bedclothes to get down from our bed. “I thought you would never stop talking!”

My heart rate elevates as I see what she wears. My wife has the most scandalous collection of undergarments and nightgowns, the purchase of which I have fully endorsed—if not facilitated myself, for some are wisps of fabric that I have brought her from my travels. The material of this one is so sheer I can see the berry red of her nipples.

Nipping on her lower lip, she steps right up to me and sinks to her knees. Her small hands are on my belt buckle, already tugging impatiently.

A hiss escapes my lips. Clara is not usually this bold. Her chest is heaving as she tugs my pants down and liberates my cock, which is roused to instant hardness by her enthusiasm.

She licks her lips and pauses, my cock mere inches from her mouth, her chest heaving. “Goddess, I’m so sorry. I don’t know…” She turns away, a deep blush on her cheeks, although she does not release my cock. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m…”

I cup her cheek and slide my fingers into her long hair that tumbles in waves of blonde beauty down her shoulders and back. Gently, I turn her to face me.

“My love, there is not a part of me that does not belong to you. You never need to apologize for this. Ever.” My lips tug up. “I believe you can tell I’m enthusiastic about whatever you have in mind.”

She nibbles on her lower lip and then, without further hesitation, leans up to swallow the head of my cock.

I huff out a breath and stare up at the ceiling, steeling myself for the impact of her sweet suckling against my flesh. “Gods, Clara. That feels so fucking good.”

She hums around my cock. I do not often use coarse language in her presence, but her actions weave a spell upon me. Pretty cheeks hollowed, she takes me down her throat, gagging a little, then shuffling closer on her knees to seek more.

My fingers tighten in her hair. I try to be gentle; I really do. “Angels weep, this feels like heaven. That’s my precious wife. Go a little deeper if you can. I know you want to. I’m going to spoil your pussy just as soon as you’re done. Would you like that? Would you like me to kiss you there?”

Her answer is to suck deeper, working her hand along my length, lapping, licking, and swirling her tongue around the head until I’m a man hanging on the edge. My balls tighten, and a climax tears through me—I come like an explosion, legs shaking so violently that my knees threaten to buckle. She chokes a little but doesn’t stop, sucking everything down until I am utterly spent.

Her lips pop off. She gazes up at me with such love and adoration it is like a wave crashing over me.

“I love you,” I say. “I love you with all my heart—and I tell myself every day how lucky I am to have you.”

“It is me who’s fortunate to have you,” she says. And she means it.

I help her stand and walk her backward to the bed. My legs tremble, and my cock is sticky and spent, but I know the moment I get my hands on my wife’s delectable body, the lethargy will fade.

“Sit, sweetheart. Lift your nightgown and spread your naughty legs.” Her cheeks turn pink. She is very shy about revealing herself to me, and tonight is no exception.

But I’m a patient man. I unbutton my shirt, watching as she plays with her gown. She pulls the hem to her knees and fidgets with it there, taking it no higher.

I draw my shirt over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then kick off my boots and socks, and shuck my pants down. All the while, my eyes are on my pretty wife as I wait for her to do as she has been told.

“Perhaps you don’t need my attention,” I tease. “Perhaps you are ready to sleep?”

She huffs out a little breath, fingers fidgeting with her gown again in an unconscious tease before she finally tugs it up all the way to her waist.

“That’s my good girl. Now open your legs nice and wide. Let me see if you’re ready for me.”

She spreads her thighs slowly, a faint tremble in her hands where they fist the hem of her nightgown. The scent of arousal hits me, and my softened cock gives an appreciative flex.

I sink to my knees before her. “You are absolutely drenched, sweetheart,” I say, sliding my thumb along her inner thigh until I reach the slick treasure between. She whimpers as I press my thumb into the sticky wetness and draw gentle circles.

“Oh, goddess,” she mumbles.

“Lie back, sweetheart. You have made quite a mess. Your husband might need to be here for a good while.”

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