Page 12 of His Lovebug

“Please, Daddy, I’m so close. I want to come.” His hips stuttered, and I raised my gaze to his face, taking in the way his mouth quivered and his lashes fluttered. I pulled back with the wand, eliciting a disappointed whine from him.

“No, Wifey, you aren’t coming right now.” I switched off the vibrator and threw it onto the bed beside me. With a smirk, I grabbed the tip of his cock through the panties, squeezing it until he gasped. “You can’t come just yet.”

Quin squirmed and pouted down at me. “I’ve been good. You’re supposed to be apologizing!”

“I am. And yes, you have, but we have a lot more fun planned.” I winked at him and flicked his cockhead, earning a sharp whimper. “Now, color?”

He sighed out a “green,” and I grinned.

“Good girl.” I shuffled down the bed and lay on my stomach, trapping my shaft between me and the mattress. “Bend your knees.”

He did as I’d ordered and stared down at me as I began to kiss up his pale thighs. He was so beautiful, and his thighs were one of my favorite parts of his body. His skin was smooth and flawless, and it begged for bite marks. He had strong muscle tone, but it was subtle, similar to a swimmer’s.

“I’m going to mark you as mine,” I growled out.

His cock twitched beneath the thin lacy material, and he moaned as I began to kiss his inner thigh gently. It was all foreplay of the lips before my teeth came out. The first bite, close to the junction where his leg met his groin, provoked a sobbed shout of pleasure. There was nothing gentle about the way I claimed him. By the time I was done, he was going to be littered with bruises.

I worked my teeth into his skin, nibbling and kissing and everything in between. I spread my marks across his inner thighs and as low as his knees, claiming each inch as my own. No one would ever see this part of him, but if they did, they’d know he belonged tome.

The sounds that left his mouth were downright sinful, a combination of moaning, whimpering, and begging. He was on the verge of ecstasy, his eyes rolling up into the back of his skull, and I wished I could take a photo of him so I would forever remember this moment.

“Color?” I asked when I put a final bite on him.

“G-green.” He exhaled shakily. “Green, Daddy.”

“Good.Good, because I’m going to suck your clit now, sweetheart.” I didn’t give him time to react before I grabbed the waistband of his panties and yanked them hard. The sound of ripping echoed around the room, along with his shocked gasp.

“Daddy,” he whined, pouting at the sight of his torn underwear. “They were so pretty. I liked them.”

“I’ll buy you more,” I murmured, before taking the head of his cock into my mouth and sucking. I stroked my fingers up his thighs, pressing the tips into some of my marks, and listened to the wickedly delighted sounds that escaped him.

“You always say that.”

“And I’ve never lied, have I?” I ran my tongue along the underside, and he shuddered, spreading his legs farther.

“Please, Daddy, I want to touch you. Release me?” He shook the chain again, and I laughed.

“No, Wife. You’re going to stay right there.” I swiped my tongue across his slit, and he whined, tilting his hips up. “And I’m going to devour you, Princess.”

I took more of his length into my mouth, suckling gently while swirling my tongue over his underside. I scraped my fingers along his thighs and down his knees before I grasped them and threw his legs over my shoulders so I could settle in andeat. How there’d ever been a time when this wasn’t one of my favorite things to do, I would never know. His reactions were perfect, and I drank in every moan, whimper, and sob that left him. He was the epitome of wife material, and I wasn’t going to let him go.

I’d send my brother to hell before I let him touch a hair on Quin’s head.

I took my time to work on Quin’s erection. I still wasn’t the best at it, but I was learning for him, and he never complained when I spent time with his cock in my mouth. At least his shaft wasn’t as big as mine.

The moment I felt him teetering on the edge of an orgasm, I pulled back, and it earned more pouts and whines. I did that three more times, bringing him to the brink—so close that his cock jerked in my mouth—before I leaned away from him.

“You’re so mean.” Quin’s bottom lip wobbled and tears flooded his eyes, making the hazel irises shine brighter.

“I know, Baby Girl.” I kissed his hip. “Color?”

Blobs of tears swept down his flushed cheeks and his chin shook as he mumbled out, “Green.”

I smoothed my hand over his right knee and pressed a kiss to the opposite hip. “Good. Now, how would you like to try this?” I grabbed the black prostate massager and held it up. I shook it at him and grinned, aware of the tremble that swept through him.“I’m going to use this to make you nearly pass out with pleasure, Lovebug, and then I’m going to take it out and fuck you until youdopass out. How does that sound? Color?”

He panted, lips shiny with spit. “Yes, Husband. Yes. Please. Green.Green, Daddy. Matt. Green.”

I smirked. Perfect.

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