Page 70 of Desperate Measures

“Christ, Sweetheart. Can’t wait, can you? Need to have my cock in your mouth?”

She nodded her head, never removing her lips from my dick. I fucking loved how she looked. Her plump lips were stretched around my girth. Naturally pink, I groaned and clutched her hair, loving that she never wore any lipstick.

Up and down she bobbed her tongue, tracing the veins on the underside of my shaft with the flat of her tongue. I watched, mouth open as she reached between her legs, touching herself while she sucked me off.

Sensations built inside me, but I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I pulled her hair, the sound of her moan acting like a stroke of my cock, and didn’t let go until she released me.

“Husband,” she moaned.

So willing.

So submissive.

“I told you to get on the bed and spread your legs, Wife. You didn’t listen,” I growled, dipping my head to suck her nipple before licking my way to her mouth.

I pushed her back with the flat of my palm on her chest.

“A-Are you going to punish me?” she whispered, hissing as I spread her legs farther apart.

“I think you might have earned it, Sweetheart.”

She made a soft sound. Something between a gasp and a breath. Like she was unsure whether to pull away or give in.

But her eyes, those dark, hooded pools of midnight, burned with a fierce intensity, glittering with an unmistakable hunger.

The tension in the air thickened, charged with anticipation. I knew without a doubt that, despite her hesitation, she was craving everything I was about to give her.

Every glorious inch of her was waiting, silently pleading, for me to push her past the edge.

And I intended to do just that.

Muted light from the hallway filtered in through the open door, but the bedroom itself was dark. But not too dark. I could see her just fine.

Her body jiggled as she moved. Every curve was on full display for my eyes only. Every ounce of her right there for my scrutiny. And it was everything I wanted. Everything I craved.

“This is what’s going to happen, Wife. You’re going to lie back and keep your knees open for me. You’re not going to move your hands. If you do, then I’m gonna stop. Understand?”

I waited for Michaela’s nod, watched her place her hands exactly where I told her, then I lowered myself between her pale, thick thighs, marveling at how fucking glorious it felt between all her softness.

The musky scent of her need with the freshness of lilacs just beneath it had me salivating for her.

“Remember, Wife. Don’t move until I tell you,” I growled before shoving my tongue into her tight, hot cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as I glided my tongue up her slit, flattening it over her bundle of nerves.

She reached for my head, and I stopped, grinning when she whimpered.

“Hands, Wife.”

“Y-Yes, Husband.

I grunted, returning to my feast. Nibbling her sweet flesh, I licked and tasted, swallowed her down until she became part of me. Every inch of this woman belonged to me.

Every drop of her pleasure.

Every moan from her lips.

I refused to think about the ultimatum Chen gave me. Didn’t want to dwell on the fact Maggie had called me seven times over the last four days. And I sure as fuck didn’t want to think about Michaela’s cousins coming over to question her about the reason for our sudden hasty marriage.

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