Page 75 of Queens and Monsters

She’d said anticipation.

“Fuck, I may die first.”

Her head moved from side to side as her lips curved. “You said last night that no man has died from not ejaculating.”

“It’s an untested theory.”

She turned, sitting on her knees and stared down at my chest. After an agonizing, indeterminate amount oftime, she lowered her hands over my pecs, running her palms over my skin. “How did you get the scars?”

“Knives, mostly.” I lifted my arm and showed her a more circular scar. “That one was a bullet.”

“I think you need to change your line of work.”

“Mí padrewould disagree.”

“I’d rather not think about your father or all the people outside this room right now. They probably know what we’re doing.”

“Right now, it’s not much.”

Jasmine’s concentration went back to my chest. Her touch moved lower over my abdomen, and she leaned forward, brushing my skin with her lips, whose touch sent shock waves through my entire body, doubling the size of my hardening cock.

She looked up with hooded eyes before kissing my chest again. Her hair skirted over my skin with a ghost of a touch. I had to cross my arms behind my head to stop myself from reaching out. Her sensuous body was so close and yet, I wanted her to go at her own speed.

Jasmine kissed lower until she reached the blanket. Without hesitation, she dragged the blanket down. Her lips followed the dark trail of hair until finally, she snagged the waistband of my boxer briefs and lowered them far enough for my cock to spring free.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing when she gasped and flinched. With the focus of a surgeon, she studied my penis. The touch of her hands was better than any pharmaceutical enhancement.

Her voice was soft. “It’s getting bigger.”

“It does that.”

Slowly, she leaned forward bringing a kiss to my hardened shaft.

I covered my eyes with one of my arms, certain that instead of a submissive virgin, I’d married a woman well-trained in torture. My body jerked when she licked the tip. “Fuck,” I growled, the word resonating from my chest. “Christ.”

Peering from beneath my arm, I watched as she tested the water, opening her lips and taking the tip. If she didn’t hurry, I was going to come all over her. She fisted me, her fingers and thumb unable to touch and ran her hand up and down my shaft, before once again leaning down and taking me inside her warm mouth.

It took every ounce of restraint not to come with relief.

“Fuck, your mouth feels good.”

Her long hair covered her face as she bobbed her head up and down, creating a torturous, agonizing ecstasy. Moans came from her lips as she fidgeted, rubbing her pussy over her heels.

She let out a yelp as my hand landed on her bare ass.

“What was that for?”

My wife was a fucking vision with her swollen lips and drool-covered chin. “You’re pleasuring me. You don’t get to pleasure yourself at the same time.”

“I wasn’t.”

I lifted an eyebrow.

Her lips curled. “I wasn’t sure…but…knowing I’m doing this to you.” She shrugged. “It’s hot. I’m turned on.”

Crooking my finger, I beckoned her to me.

“What?”

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