Page 59 of Coerced Wife

“Saverio,” I exclaim when he takes my clutch bag from my hand and chucks it on a chair. “You have guests waiting.”

“I don’t care about those people. I have no desire to spend time with them.” He advances, forcing me deeper into the room. “The only person I want to spend time with is you.”

My backside hits the sofa.

He unbuckles his belt and pops the button of his pants.

“You can’t be serious,” I say with a nervous laugh.

He takes a cushion from the sofa and throws it on the floor at his feet. “Come here.”

My mouth goes dry when he pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock.

“This is all yours,tesoro.” He pumps his length in a fist. “Come and take it.”

Just like that, liquid heat gathers between my thighs. The party and why we’re here are forgotten as I watch him stroke himself. The sight is so erotic that an ache blooms at the center of my legs, my clit pulsing with need.

I straighten and go over on shaky legs, holding his gaze as he offers me a hand. When I put my palm in his, he helps me to kneel. I lock my fingers around his thick length, reveling in how hard he is and how velvety and hot his skin feels. He grips the root and brushes the crest over my bottom lip, wetting it with the precum that leaks from the tip. I flick out my tongue to taste him. He watches, the cold blue of his eyes heating with desire and need.

When I part my lips, he lets go, giving me full control. I don’t hesitate to take it. I suck him into my mouth, curling my tongue around the bulbous head before flattening it on the underside to trace the embossed veins under his skin. The groan that falls from his lips urges me on. I take him deeper and suck harder, covering what I can’t fit into my mouth with my hands. Instead of pumping his hips, he keeps perfectly still. He weaves his fingers through my hair, cupping my head, but it’s not to set the pace. He holds me gently while encouraging me to carry on.

From the way his neck muscles strain as he studies the work of my mouth, I gather it’s difficult for him to maintain his control, but he doesn’t cave. He grits his teeth and bears it, taking whatever I’m comfortable to give. It only makes me want to give him more, so I swallow him deeper, taking him to the back of my throat.

My gag reflex kicks in. I ease up a little, teasing him with my tongue, and then I go deeper again until he grows impossibly thick in my mouth. My throat aches from the effort, but every drop of precum that spurts onto my tongue drives me to take it further.

“Anya,” he groans, sliding through my lips. “I’m going to come down your throat. Do you want me to pull out?”

I shake my head and lightly drag my teeth over his length. He utters a curse and clenches his jaw, but when I start moving in all earnest, he snaps. Framing my head between his large palms, he tilts his hips and hits the back of my throat.

“Jesus,” he says, his body going so taut it looks as if he may snap in two.

He bites off a groan as he comes, his seed shooting down my throat.

I tighten one hand around his cock and slip the other lower to cup the heavy sack between his legs, milking him dry with my fingers and my tongue.

“Anya,” he says again, stumbling back a step and ripping his cock from my mouth. “You need to breathe.”

Since my dizzy spells, he’s always worried I won’t take in enough oxygen for both the baby and me.

I swallow down everything, loving how he tastes like earth and musk and man.

“Goddamn,” he says, reaching out and cupping my cheek. “Stop licking your lips like that or I’ll throw you down right here on the floor and fuck you like an animal.”

“So do it,” I say, needing relief for the ache in my core.

“You’re a dangerous addiction,” he declares in a low, deep voice, almost making it sound like a protest, but he’s already gripping my arms to pull me to my feet. “No one has ever made me come more than once in the short span of a few minutes.” He turns me toward the sofa and places my hands on the backrest so that I’m bent over with my ass in the air. “Only you can do this to me,tesoro.”

He flips my dress up over my hips. When my lower body is exposed, he curses under his breath. I’m not wearing underwear. I wanted to surprise him when we gothome tonight. It’s a small step in a big direction, showing that I’m slowly but surely coming to terms with my fate. I can’t change it, and like he said, he’s making it good for me. If I have to accept it, I may as well try to make it work. I’m not blind to or ungrateful for his efforts.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Anya.”

Well, it seems the surprise is effective, albeit a bit early.

He pushes a thigh between my legs, spreading them, and cups my pussy. “You’re walking around naked under your clothes when this ismine?”

I glance over my shoulder and give him a sultry smile. “You’re the one who taught me.”

Tightening his fingers on my sensitive flesh, he clicks his tongue. “I’m a bad influence on you, my perfect, good girl.”

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