Page 158 of My Ruthless Husband

I throw my head back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing over me. “Damian! Oh God, I’m—”

“Yes. That’s it.” His fingers move relentlessly. My body shatters around his digits, exploding as I scream his name, drowning in pleasure.

After I come down, breathing heavily, I open my eyes to find him studying me intently, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

I lost, and that realization fills me with great shame and at the same time makes me livid.

His expression practically screams:I win, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow. I refuse to be defeated, not again.

With a bold move, I reach down and palm his hard cock over his jeans. “I want to suck your cock.”

For the first time ever, surprise flickers in Damian’s eyes. My filthy demand has caught him off guard. Obviously, it would because I never did this before. Seizing the moment, I spin us around, shoving him against the wall. His back thuds against it.

He watches me silently as I pull down the zipper with deliberate slowness. He lets me free his thick cock, and I can’t help but bite my lip at the sight.

I wrap both hands around his girth, feeling the heat radiate from him, and then, with slow seductive move, I shrug out of my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then I sink to my knees on the fabric.

Damian has always wielded sex like a weapon, using it to keep me under his thumb, exploiting my weakness for him. But now? Now it’s my turn. I want to wipe that smugness off his face and I’m halfway there already. I intend to make him lose control. I intend to win.

I squeeze him hard, my fingers tightening around his shaft. He doesn’t flinch; if anything, he grows harder, relishing the pressure.

Concealing my anger, I slide my hand down to the root then back up, hopefully applying the right pressure. This is uncharted territory, and I’m relying entirely on my instincts and Damian’s reactions.

I revel in the way his chest rises and falls. The way he stares down at me is doing something to me. Although I’m doing this to retaliate, I can’t help but bask in the new pleasure that I have found. To make Damian squirm. For me.

I can feel him pulse beneath my touch. He’s so hard.

Payback time.

I lean forward, pause for a second before flicking my tongue against the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum pooling there. His breath hitches, and I smile at the sound.

I envelop him with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head, drawing out another bead of precum.

I spend few minutes just sucking and licking the tip. Then I bob my head, taking him further down my throat. The burn of his thickness makes me gag.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses, fingers curling into fists at his sides. I can see the muscles in his jaw working as he fights to keep his composure. But I’m determined to make him lose that battle.

Every muscle in his body tenses. I can see his control slipping, piece by piece, under the assault of my mouth. I glance up, and the raw need in his eyes is a drug, pulling me deeper into my own desire.

He curses again, his head falling back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as I pull away for a brief moment, letting my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, coaxing out another desperate sound from him.

Fuck, I wasn’t prepared for how hot Damian would look. Why didn’t I do this before?Because he always did everything his way, to maintain his control.

I do it again, teasing him, and the low, primal groan that escapes his lips sends a brutal ache through me, making my pussy clench hard. As if that wasn’t enough to undo me, Damian opens his eyes and gazes down, making me shiver.

Slowly, he gathers my curls in both hands, pulling them back into a firm grip like a makeshift ponytail, owning every inch of me. Without breaking eye contact, he guides my mouth back to his throbbing cock.

I take him in my mouth again and expect him to takeover. To set the pace. To get his control back. But he doesn’t. He simply holds my hair back and watches me as I pleasure him.

With one hand pumping his base, my other hand slides lower, fingers grazing against his balls, gently massaging them.

“Yes, angel. You’re doing so good,” he grunts.

I double the effort, the line effectively blurred between wanting to see him lose and wanting to pleasure him.

His taste, his feel, his scent is making me wetter. My need for him is increasing.

I pull back, letting him slip out of my mouth for just a moment, relishing the way he glistens with my saliva. I look up at him. “You like that?”

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