Page 113 of Theirs to Corrupt

My insides turn molten.

“Undress me.” The words aren’t a request; they’re a cold, hard demand.

I shove away my moment of hesitation. We’re married. Of course he will expect this kind of attention.

After removing his shoes and socks, I kneel up a little to release his belt buckle.

“That’s it. You’re doing great.”

His approval gives me courage.

I slide the leather from its loops and drop the belt on the couch next to him. Then I release the button at his waist. As I reach for the tab of his zipper, he captures my wrist.

“Stroke me first.”

Swallowing my nerves, I nod.

I grasp him and gently move up and down his length, feeling the way his cock leaps and hardens.

“That’s it.” His voice is a low, rumbly purr of approval.

Emboldened by his pleasure, I close my hand slightly and squeeze harder.

“Fuck, little dove.”

He brushes my hand aside and finishes removing his pants.

Impatient, Mr. Merritt?

But that he’s been with so many women and wants me this badly is thrilling.

Suddenly as impatient as him, I release the buttons on his shirt, fumbling a little. Then I shove the material over his shoulders.

Unable to resist temptation, I trail my hand down his chest, lingering on his tight abs. Being this close, touching him, inhaling his pure, masculine spicy scent, has already made me wet.

“Not too sore from last night?”

Maybe a little, but I’m not confessing that to him. “Not at all.”

“Then we need to try harder to wear you out.”

I look up, and he’s grinning. Having Link tease me is unusual, but I like it.

He stands.

His erect cock is right in front of me, a tiny drop glistening on the tip. Without being asked, without being coached, I do what comes naturally and lick it away. The salty tanginess on my tongue sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.

“Jesus.”

Emboldened, I suck his cockhead into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. He buries his hand into my hair, holding me tight as I try to take more and more of his length.

Finally my eyes water, and I choke a little. Pulling back, I look up at him.

Link’s eyes are glazed, and that fills me with a feeling of power.

“You’re so damn hot.” He offers me his hand.

Instead of accepting, I lean forward to taste him again.

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