Page 383 of The Christmas Wife

She looks like she’s going to hesitate, then reaches up and undoes the button of my waistband. When she lowers the zipper, the sound of the slider over the metal teeth is loud in the silence.

"Take it out."

She hesitates. Her cheeks are pink; a fine sheen of sweat beads her upper lip. Nervousness is writ in every curve of her body, and fuck, if that doesn’t entice me more.

"Don’t keep me waiting, Belle."

She reaches inside my briefs and curls her fingers about my length. The blood drains to my groin. "Fuck." I tighten my fingers in her hair.

When she inches my briefs down enough, my cock springs free.

"Oh, my god." She stares at the throbbing length. I follow her gaze to where the bulbous head of my length stares back at her, the crown an angry purple, pre-cum clinging to the slit. The contrast between the dark skin and her pale pink-tipped fingers, which don’t meet around the girth, intensifies the throbbing ache at the base of my spine.

"You’re so big," she whispers.

My shaft twitches in response, and her gaze widens.

"So hard." She squeezes me from crown to base and back, and I almost come.

"Open your mouth," I snap.

She glances up at me, a trace of fear in those eyes mixed with need, and it’s my undoing. The pressure in my balls intensifies.

I ease her face forward until her lips graze my cock. Shockwaves spiral through me. "Bloody hell." And I haven’t even slid my dick inside her mouth.

She holds my gaze, then flicks out her tongue and licks the crown.

A groan vibrates up my chest.

She blinks, then sweeps her pink tongue around the rim of the head, and my entire body shudders. A small smile curves her lips, then she opens her mouth.

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Mira

I part my lips to take him inside my mouth, but he’s already pushed my head forward, and his dick slides across my tongue. My heart rams into my ribcage, and my pulse rate sprints like it’s running a marathon. The throbbing between my legs accelerates in tandem. My entire body has turned into an oscillating pendulum, each swing taking it closer to breaking point. The muscles of his shoulders flex under his jacket. He’s still dressed in his three-piece suit with the tie knotted around his throat. Every part of him is covered except for his cock, the crown of which is in my mouth. I guess you could say that's covered too. I curl my fingers around the base, and when I squeeze, a growl emerges from his lips. His golden-brown eyes catch fire, and a bead of sweat slides down his temple. He’s affected by the blowjob I’m giving him. A flood of triumph pools between my legs.

I open my mouth wider, and he pulls me forward enough that his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag. Saliva drips downmy chin, and tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes. His chest rises and falls, and a flush steals up his cheeks. Other than that, his features are inscrutable. His shoulders could be carved from granite, the muscles of his body so coiled with tension, he could be the spring of a wound-up clock.

He pauses with his dick pushed into the back of my throat, the girth so wide he’s pushing against the walls of my mouth. I swallow and he heaves out a breath. The nerve at his temple pops. He digs his fingers deeper into my hair and maneuvers me forward. And when I open my mouth wider, a flicker of satisfaction laces his features. He slides down my throat. "Good girl."

My toes curl. Moisture drips down my thighs. He releases his hold on my hair, only to wrap his fingers about my throat. He pulls me back, enough that the tip of his cock rests between my lips. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs.

I do.

"Once more."

I draw in a breath; my chest rises and falls.

When I exhale, he tugs me forward, and his cock sinks down my throat. My gag reflex kicks in. I swallow it back, and I must be doing something right, for a growl rumbles up his chest. He increases the pressure around my throat, enough that my lungs burn. I can feel his cock press against the sides of my throat. I feel the length of his cock encased in the column of my neck. And the sensation is like nothing I’ve experienced in my life—which is not saying much, seeing how woefully inexperienced I am at anything related to sex.

I may have read spicy romance books and managed to sneak a peek at porn videos online when I was sure I wouldn’t be found out. None of that prepared me for how demeaning it feels to be on my knees servicing him. Nothing equipped me for how erotic it would feel to be used by him.Take me. Treat me like yourpossession. Do to me, anything you want. Whatever will bring you pleasure. Manipulate my body. Utilize my flesh. Fill my holes the way they have never been before. I am yours to do as you please. Only yours.

He must sense my thoughts, for his jaw hardens. A muscle flares to life below his cheekbone. His gaze is harsh, but the fire in his eyes tells me he’s feeling everything right now. It’s the first time he’s given me a glimpse of the molten, churning miasma of conflict he carries within him.

And I should be upset with him for taking my mouth like this. No warning. Nothing to tell me he was going to use my body, and yet—there’s a strange sense of power in knowing it'smybody causing him to lose control again. I'm the reason he lost his temper earlier. Slowly but surely, Edward is opening up—despite himself—and it’s thrilling and humbling at the same time.

So much control holds him back. How will it be when he finally loses himself completely? His cock thickens further, filling my throat, pushing down on my tongue. Tension vibrates off of him. I sense his body shudder and know he's close. That’s when he pulls out, only to pinch my nipple. He tweaks it, and the jolt of pain cuts through the jumble of sensations. All of my senses seem to sharpen. I glance up at him, his cock once more poised at my lips. He releases my tit, only to haul me up to my feet. Then, without releasing his hold on the nape of my neck, he hooks his fingers in the already torn front of my dress and rips it all the way to the hem. A part of me thinks I need to protest. It’s a Karma West Sovrano creation, which must be worth thousands.

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