Page 57 of Bloody Lace

But she’s my fucking wife. And I wanther.

I push myself up onto the edge of the hot tub, entirely insensible to the cold. Evelyn moves forward, kneeling on the bench between my thighs, and my head swims at the sight of her mouth level with my cock.

“I haven’t done this very many times,” she murmurs, reaching out to wrap her fist around my length again. “I don’t know if I’m going to be very good at it?—”

I reach out, my fingers sliding through her hair as I twist them around it, tilting her head back. I feel the shiver that goes through her at that, and the knowledge that it’s turning her on makes me throb. “I don’t ever want to hear about what you’ve done with another man again,l’vitsa,” I warn her with a growl, and she narrows her eyes.

“Why not?” she throws back defiantly. “Because you want to pretend that I’m some innocent virgin?”

I chuckle darkly. “No. Because if I hear about them again, I’ll have to hunt down every single man who’s ever touched you that isn’t me, and then kill them myself.”

And then, as I feel the gasp that jolts through her, with my hand wrapped in her hair, I drag her mouth down towards my cock.

Shemoans. The sound sends pleasure rippling through me as I feel her lips press against my cockhead, and when her tongue flicks out against the soft flesh beneath, my eyes roll back.

“That feels fucking incredible,” I groan, teeth gritting as she swirls her tongue around my tip. She slides her tongue over it, lapping up the pre-cum pearling there, and when her lips tighten, I let out a sharp hiss.

“Take more of it,l’vitsa,” I murmur, increasing the pressure of my hand in her hair just enough to urge her further down. I’m not going to force her mouth onto me, not going to fuck her face, even though every part of me is desperate for exactly that. Instead I let myself luxuriate in the slow slide of her lips down my length, taking me inch by torturous inch until I feel my cockhead graze the back of her tongue, nearly in her throat.

She chokes a little, gagging on my length, her lips stretched wide around me, I look down at her, taking in the sight, and it’s so fiercely erotic that for a moment I think I’m going to lose control.

I’ve never seen anything as fucking beautiful as Evelyn kneeling in the water between my legs, her lips red and puffy with the effort of taking my cock in her mouth, wisps of her black hair falling around her face from the knot of it caught in my hand. Her eyes are wide, tearing up as she chokes on my cock, and I resist the urge to slam myself into her throat.

Instead, I loosen my grip on her hair just enough for her to slide back up, gasping for breath. My cock is visibly throbbing,slick with her saliva, the tip swollen and so fucking sensitive that the brush of cold air against it is almost painful.

She leans in, swirling her tongue around my cock again as she moans, and the sound of it sends pleasure licking down my spine. I see her hand move, see her slide it between her thighs, and the thought of her touching herself while she sucks my cock is almost too much.

“God, I want to fuck you,” I groan, as she takes another inch between her lips. “I want to be so fucking deep inside of you that you feel me for days. I want to feel you come on my fucking cock again.”

Evelyn rolls her eyes up to meet mine, a warning in them, and I chuckle darkly, tightening my grip in her hair.

“You know,” I murmur silkily, as I allow myself a shallow thrust deeper into her mouth, “I could fuck you in the ass. That would be safe. I could make you come with my cock in your ass, and then fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cock buried in you while you come for me like that?”

Evelyn’s eyes flutter shut, and she moans around my cock again, her fingers moving faster between her legs. I groan, one hand white-knuckling the side of the tub as I feel myself getting so close that I can’t drag myself back, the desperate need for release overtaking everything as the wet sound of her mouth around my cock, the tight heat of her lips and the slick slide of her tongue against my flesh drives me past the point of no return.

One moment I’m pushing into her throat, and then the next I feel that white-hot burst of pleasure, my orgasm exploding through me as I spurt cum over her tongue. My cock throbs in her mouth, the sound of her choking on it, swallowing convulsively, only making me come harder. I feel spurt after spurt fill her mouth, shooting down her throat, and she swallowsit all, still sucking as I grip her hair and arch my hips, lost in the intense pleasure as I come hard in her mouth.

Her hand is still between her thighs as I come down from my high, opening my eyes to see her slowly sliding her lips off of my length. In a flash, I’m back down in the water next to her, turning her so that her back is to the stone wall and I’m leaning against her as my hand joins hers between her thighs.

“Don’t stop,” I order her, and for once, she doesn’t argue with me. Her gaze locks with mine as her fingers fly over her clit, and I push two of mine inside of her, thrusting hard as I match her rhythm.

I want it to be my cock inside of her. I want to feel her come all over me, but for now, all I can have is my fingers where I want my cock to be. I curl them inside of her, thrusting relentlessly as her head tips back and she gasps, her entire body tightening as she comes for the second time tonight.

I feel her clench around my fingers, rippling, pulling me deeper as she moans, her hips grinding on my hand as she comes for me again.

It feels so fucking good. I’d never get tired of it. Never get tired of making her come, of hearing the sounds she makes when she does, of hearing my name on her lips. No woman has ever made me feel like this. No woman has ever overtaken me so completely.

I want to keep her. I want to make hermine.

And I can’t. Because I made her a promise, and I meant what I said to her when I did.

I don’t want to be a cheat, or a liar, like my father. I want to be a better man than he was, than heis. I want to do things differently, to run my life and those who depend on me with honor, even if I am a fucking criminal.

And that means, when the time comes, letting Evelyn go.

And keeping my hands off of her until then.

We can’t keep pushing boundaries like this. We’ll end up crashing through them if we do, and Evelyn made it clear once again tonight that she doesn’t want that. Or, at the very least—that she feels like shecan’t.

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