Page 31 of Burning Your Lies

Huxley loses patience and forces himself down my throat by pressing the back of my head down. “Take it all. Suck my fucking cock dry.”

My gag reflexes kick in and I slap his thigh to let up. When he pulls out, my saliva dribbles down my chin. But I haven’t had enough. Both hands wrap around him and I pump him until he groans. I flick my tongue across the top and enjoy the way he throbs in my hands. Wrapping my lips around it, I suck it hard, while my hands work the rest. “Come in my mouth,” I beg.

“Fuck your fingers,” he demands. He waits until I’ve followed his instructions before his hands are at the back of my head and pushing me back onto his shaft. Holding my head in place, Huxley fucks my mouth with no remorse. Every time he hits the back of my throat and I gag, he groans louder. “I can feel your throat closing around me.”

When I look at him, his eyes are trained on me. My fingers assault my clit in a desperate frenzy. The pleasure in his eyes weakens me, and all I want to do is satisfy him. His fingers form fists in my hair as he thrusts faster and harder. My eyes close and I fight back the urge to gag.

“Is that pussy about to come?”

I can’t speak or nod my head. All I can do is rub myself faster. My whimper is swallowed by his cock.

“Don’t lose a single drop.” He holds my head in place as he forces his arousal down my throat.

Just as the first load hits the back of my throat, I writher at giving myself an orgasm. My body tightens and my moan is held hostage by his cum shooting down my throat. The salty taste barely registers as he swells and throbs inside my mouth. Huxley’s groans soften as he thrusts a few more times until he’s ridden his orgasm out. With a mouthful of his arousal, I wrap my lips around his sensitive head and suck it until I know he’s empty.

“Oh god, that feels so good. Your warmth mouth and all that cum…” He pushes into my mouth. “Swallow it.”

Fighting my gag reflexes, and with him still in my mouth, I swallow the salty substance in one gulp. I release him from my mouth and stick my tongue out. “Delicious.”

“My turn for dessert.” He pulls me off the floor and seats me on the table. The cream hardens my nipples and Huxley wastes no time in sucking them clean, one at a time. His teeth clamp down and I squeal at the stinging. “I fucking love these.” His tongue travels down the valley of my breasts, as he switches between licking and sucking the skin.

“You ready to fuck me?”

“Not yet.” His hands are all over my body, but he doesn’t touch me where I need him to. He stares at me. “I fucking love you, Mrs Ray-Hayes. I love your tits. I love your ass. I love your swollen cunt. I love your eyes, especially when you look at me like I’m worthy of your love. I love your long hair, especially when it’s wrapped around my fist. I love your smile, especially when it’s because of a thought you won’t share with anyone. I love these marks on your body because it reminds me how remarkable it is. Every single stripe reminds me of how selfless you are. It reminds me how lucky I am that one day you’re going to carry my baby and be the mother of my child. You’re goingto grow in size and give me more of you to love. Because I love you, Savannah, and I cannot wait to marry you properly in a few weeks.”

Tears brim in my eyes, and when a few escape, he brushes them away for me. “Hux.”

He cups my face. “I love you so incredibly much and I am sorry I don’t know how to convey it in words. But just know, I do. I love you. And I want you to marry me for real.” It’s a rare moment for Huxley to let his hair out of his bun, but he stops touching me to do just that. “This is all of me. Everything you see before you is all I am. I will spend the rest of my life trying to be more, trying to be better for you. Nothing about us is conventional. We fuck instead of talking our problems out. We skipped past all the milestones. We used to fuck and leave. We never shared a bed, thought or worry with one another. But the past three months have made me realise I am content if that is all we do. I will happily spend the rest of my life withjustyou, sweetheart. Because there was no one before you, and I do not believe there will be anyone after.”

I sit up and watch as he digs through his trouser pocket. My heart hammers in my chest as he gets down on one knee and holds open a velvet box that houses the most beautiful engagement ring. The band is thin and made up of gold swirls that lead up to the single ruby stone. “What are you…” I can’t get anything out past my sob.

“I know you don’t care for a ring or diamond. But a ruby is a symbol of courage and love. It’s the token of the heart. I want the world to know your heart belongs to me. I want this to be a reminder to comehome, no matter what. When you’re angry or time slips away, let this remind you I willalwaysbe home waiting for you. Because my life is nothing without you. I love you, Savannah Ray-Hayes. So,please, marry me.”

My sob breaks out, and I nod my head. “I love you so much.”

He grins through his tears. “Is that a yes?”

“We’re already married, but yes!”

He slides the ring onto my finger and admires it. “Till death do us part.”

My hands run through his hair before resting on his neck. I echo his words. “Till death do us part.”

He places a kiss on my knee and then feathers them up my thigh. “Lay on your back. I think I’ve earned my dessert.” He spreads my legs open and feasts on the meal that is reserved for him until the end of time. His tongue is feverish as he brings me close to the edge. When the first spasm comes, Huxley’s tongue lathers it all up.

“Will you fuck me now?” I beg.

He stands up, lips glistening with my arousal. “I think I want to make love to my wife and then fill her with my love.”

I pull him to me and kiss him hard, hoping it translates how much he owns my heart. “I would love that.” I spread and bend my legs, ready for Huxley to complete me. When he does, my eyes roll back and I let out a satisfied sigh.

“Always so ready for me,” he compliments. He takes my hands in his and kisses the ring.

Surrounded by candles, rose petals and enough love to fill the room, Huxley fucks me achingly slow. Our eyes never stray from one another, both locked in the erotic bubble of becoming one. And when he fills me, we catch our breath before Huxley carries me up to our bedroom. We lay in our bed, naked and satisfied, both knowing that no matter what happens in the game, this is all real.

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Xavier

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