Page 84 of Where We Promise

I wanted her to turn around and suck it clean. I wanted to fuck her mouth, her tits. Fuck, I was crazy about her.

“Turn around, Penelope.”

She was on her knees, but obeyed, and faced me.

“Spread your knees and show me the mess I made.”

My cock was still rock hard as it jutted up, sticky with our joint releases.

Her eyes dipped down to my cock and then her fingers slowly moved down her body, trailing over her cunt.

She pulled up the remnants of my release and then licked it from her fingers.

“Good, obedient wife,” I rumbled, watching as she did it again, her eyes trained on my cock.

“Lay down, Pen. I need you to clean my cock.”

She did as I said, lying down on her back, close to the edge of the mattress. I moved, standing off to the side, and approached her. Her eyes were on the ceiling, but they moved to me as I came into view.

Her mouth opened, and her fingers sank back into her cunt.

I held my cock as I gently guided it into her mouth. “Clean it with your tongue, get every drop.”

She gagged around my length and the awkward angle, but as I slid further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, her gags turned into moans.

I slid my length in and out of her tight seal over my cock, since she couldn’t move her head and then after the fourth or fifth stroke, my abs clenched tightly.

I didn’t warn her as I came, I stood too close, she couldn’t pull away, and even as she gagged and choked, I kept my length pushed in her mouth, forcing my release down her throat.

“That’s it, every fucking drop.” Her nostrils flared as she breathed evenly, I watched as her throat moved, swallowing my release. She was so beautiful, so fucking stunning that it nearly robbed me of breath.

Ever so slowly, I pulled out, seeing threads of saliva cling to her mouth and the edges of her lips.

“You okay?” I rasped, catching my breath.

Her smile was infectious.

“More than okay. You can’t back out of this now. I’m officially your wife, Jameson King.”

I laughed and helped her up.

She was on her way to the bathroom when I stopped her with a confession. Her back was to me, and my face down, but it spilled out just the same.

“You wanted to know why I didn’t fight for you.”

She slowly turned on her toe.

“You were this beautiful dream that just walked into my life when I was thirteen, too young to know what to do with it. You were as out of reach to me as the stars. I’d watch you and you were imprinted in my mind, running through it at night, claiming every waking moment in the morning. I’d see you in school and I’d miss what the assignment was, or what the club had asked me to do. You were always watching me, and I could feel this pull between us, and I knew…I knew if I gave in to it, then you’d become part of the club. You’d lose that star lust in your eyes, that wonder that made them sparkle. You’d dim, and I couldn’t live in a world where you were any less bright. So I backed off, and watched you from the shadows.”

Her eyes seemed to glisten as I spoke.

“You stole my first kiss.” Her lips barely moved on a whisper.

“That was inevitable. I wanted you to remember me.”

A tear gleamed in her eye as she gave me a half smile. “But refused my virginity.”

“Would never have let you go if I took it. If I touched you, had you like that…there’s no way I’d ever let you go.”

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