Page 116 of Where We Ended

Rising up on my elbows, I spit on the head of his erection and began rubbing my hand up and down his veiny shaft. My eyes flicked up to take in my husband’s expression, and let out a tiny moan as he lifted his hips. He was already weeping at the tip, and when I ran my tongue over it, his hands found their way into my hair, pulling tight.

Lowering my mouth, I slipped his length inside my mouth, letting the bulbous tip slide over my tongue. I continued moving down until it hit the back of my throat and I started to gag around the thickness filling my mouth.

“Oh fuck.” Silas gasped.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked before releasing him. Once he was out of my mouth, I licked down the side, while cupping his balls. Giving them a gentle squeeze, I wrapped my hand around the base of him, gently pulling him, so my tongue was out, and his cock was being bounced against it.

“I’m going to fuck your throat, Natty. Stop playing unless you’re prepared to whisper all day tomorrow.”

Arousal pulsed deep in my belly, making me rub my thighs together as I took him deeper this time, sucking and licking until I choked. When I let up again, spit clung to my chin and lips as I took him again and again, and he began rocking his hips, pushing his cock down my throat.

Silas moved, so he was on his knees, and I dropped so my palms were on the bed. My eyes locked on his as he gathered my hair in his hand and then let loose.

“Keep that jaw wide, beautiful, bout to fucking ruin your throat.”

This was what I had missed. This feral, unhinged version of him that didn’t look at me like a broken, lost piece of himself, but someone he desired and loved.

I opened wider for him, sticking my tongue out, while taking his cock and allowing him to bury himself into my warm mouth. He hit the back of my throat over and over, my hair hard within his grasp, and then he froze.

“Shit. Fuck. Motherfucking shit.” He rocked ruthlessly into me as he lost himself and then warmth hit my throat as he found his release.

“Swallow what you do to me. Take every last fucking drop.” His hand was on my jaw; the root of him remained visible because there was no way I could take in all of him. The tip of his cock remained lodged in my throat as he emptied himself and shuddered through his release.

He pulled himself free while trying to catch his breath.

I rose up on my knees, dragging my finger up from my navel to my breasts and circling my nipples.

My husband grabbed my jaw and pulled me into a scorching kiss.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, surely tasting the remnants of his pleasure.

“I forgot how addictive it was to fill your belly with my cum. I think you need a little more, Wife.”

With one last lick along my throat, he lowered his grip to my hips and shifted me so my face was shoved into the blankets. His arm came around my hips, lifting me so my ass was up and his tongue was slowly prying my pussy open, tasting what he’d done to me.

“You taste like you need to come.”

I moaned my response while reaching back to hold my ass cheeks wide for him to access my pussy easier.

I knew him well enough that he’d go for my asshole as well.

Sure enough, he groaned happily while lapping at the tight bundle of nerves there at the apex of my butt, then slowly licked along the seam of my crack until he was plunging into my cunt.

His arms were around my thighs, holding me so that I wouldn’t fall forward while he fucked me with his mouth.

“Silas,” I moaned, nearly crying from how good it felt to have his tongue slide along my clit, back and forth while pulling it into his mouth in a firm sucking motion. He was slow, methodical, and it was making me insane.

My hips rocked against his face, my pussy soaked, dripping down my thighs as he held me firm and continued to lap at my wetness, murmuring filthy things about how good it was. How I tasted perfect and how badly he wanted to fuck me.

Finally, he released his hold on me, which had me falling forward.

His mouth was gone, and he was hovering above me, over my back as the head of his cock slid against my soaked slit.

“Ready to fill you. You ready?” he rasped, pressing a kiss to my spine.

I needed friction, desperately.

“Yes.”

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