Page 26 of A Promise For Tomorrow

“Yes. Because for the first time in my life, I actually put my full trust into someone. And that felt freeing. I always have to have control in my life, but with you, I don’t know what it is, I just trust you with my body…among other things.”

She always shocks me with how sassy she can be one minute and then a complete open book, vulnerability and all in the next. It has me reaching for her and pulling her to my chest. My fingers thread through her soft hair that she’s tossed into a messy bun. I tilt her head up by gripping her hair tighter. Cinnamon eyes light with desire as a moan slips off her succulent lips. I lick my own as I press my throbbing cock against her body—that’s now flush against mine.

“I want to kiss you again.” The gravel in my voice is not hard to miss. “But you could use the sleep. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“Then kiss me once and let’s go to bed.” It comes off as an invitationanda threat.I fucking love it. I love her. She knows exactly how to stare down my beast.

Skimming my nose along her collar bone and then up her neck, I tease her. My teeth graze over her tattoo before nipping her earlobe.

“I would, but you smell likehim. And in order to erase that, I’d need to do far more than kiss you,Mariposita.” She inhales sharply as a shiver races through her body.

“What would that entail?” Her fingers trace the tattoo I got for her, making my cock swell even more than it had watching her undress.

I snake a hand down the front of her pants and drag a finger through her soaking wet slit. Sliding up, I find her clit and circle the little bud until it’s blooming. Madison grips my bicep as she moans out her pleasure.

“I would need to lick, suck, and bite every inch of you before you got on your knees and took my cock in your mouth like a good girl.” Her breathing intensifies as I slip two fingers into her opening. Thrusting in and out, she starts to mewl and buckagainst my hand. Her fingers grasp my triceps as her legs start to shake. Delirious with need, my tongue licks a path from the neckline of her t-shirt to her tattoo.

“After you swallowed every last drop of my cum, I’d taste you, spread out right here on this bathroom counter, before fucking you until the sun comes up. There would be so much ofmeinsideyou, it would drip down your thighs the rest of the day. And as you socialize with the man whose scent once lingered on your beautiful skin, you’ll not only reek of me, but be sorely reminded of who you belong to.”

Removing my hand, I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I told you I was going to show you both of my monsters. If I’m not the man you fell for, not who you thought I was, I’ll let you go for good this time. Liam may desire you as well, and he deserves a fair chance, I guess… but?—”

Madison slams her lips against mine, effectively shutting me up. That’s all the permission I need to rip her damn clothes off.

“Fuck, baby,” I manage to get out before she shuts me up again and drops to her knees.

Impatient hands drag my black sweatpants down my thighs as my cock springs free, pulsing in anticipation. She wastes no time licking me from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the crown. My head snaps back as I grip both hands on the molding of the door frame above me.

“Madison,” I whisper her name like a plea. A plea to stop teasing me with her talented tongue and to take my fucking cock into the back of her throat.

Like the damn mind reader she is, her mouth wraps around my full length. I watch through lust hazed eyes as she takes every inch until I hit the back of her throat. My hips thrust forward, causing her to gag, but she quickly regains control. Her throat relaxes around me as she starts to bob her head. Determined hands caress my sensitive balls, dealing me a new wave of ecstasy. Watching my cock disappear between her pinklips has them tightening in her grip. The sensation isintoxicating.I’m going to fucking explode.Like a damn teenager getting head for the first time, I can’t hold back. My wife smiles coyly as a few tears roll down her cheeks. She knows if she keeps this pace up— Iwilllose it.

“Fuck. Fuuuuck,Mariposita.”

Removing my hands from above me, I grip the back of her head and savagely fuck her mouth. She gags again but continues to take it.

“I want you to swallow every fucking drop. Do you hear me?” I grunt out.

She nods as I continue to thrust faster into her mouth.

“Such a good fucking wife,” I growl.

Stars erupt across my vision as my cum paints the back of her throat in multiple spurts. She moans out her approval as I slowly release her head and pull out of her mouth. Leaning forward, she licks my cock like ice cream off a spoon before licking her swollen lips.

Holy. Fucking… this is my wife?My wife. I have got to be the luckiest motherfucker on the planet.No. The whole goddamn universe.Please let her stay mine.I can’t lose her to Liam. He’s a good man, and I consider us friends, but he can’t give her what I can. I know she knows that. Regardless, I’ll let her explore this with us until she figures it out.

Madison stands, tidying the hair that’s now falling out of her messy bun. Not that it’s really even in a bun at all. Her hair tie is hanging on by a thread.

“It may not have been ‘mile high club’ worthy, but I’d like to think you enjoyed that,” she states as she sashays by me to our bed. My pants are still at my ankles and I’m coming back down to Earth after that mind blowing orgasm, so I’m not as quick to move and grab her.

Kicking the fucking sweats off me, I stagger over to her. She’s already climbing into bed. I reach out and grip her by the bicep,flipping her onto her back. The light reignites in her eyes at my nearness. The wood bed frame creaks as I lean over her and press my knees to the mattress between her thighs.

“That was farbetterthan the mile high club. Because during ‘said’ mile high club, I imagined your face. And, baby? The real deal, couldn’t light a candle to my imagination.Christ, Madison. You are perfect in every way.”

I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. She relaxes into the bed, soaking up this moment just as I am, her eyes darting back and forth, lost in mine. That moment of bliss comes to a screeching halt when her hand slides up my chest and she pushes me back.

“I’ve got to get some sleep. You’ve seen me cranky and it isn’t pretty. Between you and me, the espresso machine here just isn’t as good as the one on your jet.” She winks before shimmying her perfect body up the bed and sliding beneath the sheets.

“That will be remediedimmediately. And if you think for one second you are going to bed unsatisfied, you are about to besorelymistaken. That’s not how this works,Mariposita.”

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