Page 130 of The Reluctant Wife

He curls his tongue inside me, and little balls of fire erupt under my skin. My blood feels like it’s boiling. Sweat beads my temples. I grab at the bedclothes on either side of my body, push my head into the mattress, and try to stop myself from coming again so embarrassingly soon. But when he grazes his whiskered chin up my pussy, I wail. The sound is so vulnerable, so heavy with lust, it turns me on even more. I’m aware of my inner walls pulsing. Of moisture sliding out from between my legs.

He licks up my cum, then proceeds to suck on my pussy, using just enough of his teeth to cause a combination of pain and pleasure to squeeze my lower body. "Tyler, please. Ty," I whine.

In response, he drags his tongue down my slit to the crease between my thighs, almost to my forbidden back hole, then back up again to my cunt. Then, he pries my pussy lips apart and focuses solely on my slit. He sips and slurps and draws on the swollen bud until I’m out of my head with wanting. My toes curl, my hips quake. Full body shudders oscillate up and down my length. "Tyler, please, please, please."

"What do you want, baby?" he whispers into my cunt.

"You." Half out of my head with need, unable to bear the emptiness clawing deep inside of me, I yank on his hair, desperate to have him, kiss him. To have him replace his tongue with the part of him that I haven’t yet seen. "I need you, please."

The longing in my voice must finally get through to him, for he pushes off of me. In a fluid move which has his biceps bulging and the planes of his back stretching his shirt, he rolls off the bed and straightens. With more than a little swagger, he unfastens the sleeves of his shirt, and a couple of his buttons, then reaches behind his back and, in a very quintessentially male gesture, he pulls off his shirt and throws it aside. I greedily drink in the expanse of his chest planes, the dog tags which nestle between his pecs, the eight pack which corrugates his chest and turn it into a work of art, and then that Adonis’ belt.Oh my god.

My mouth waters. A jangle of metal as he undoes his belt, lowers his zipper, and then shucks off his pants and his briefs in one sweep. When he straightens, I take in the powerful thighs corded with muscle and the heavy organ jutting up from the nest of hair at his crotch.Jesus.He’s bigger than I imagined. I felt the length of him pressed up against my core, but seeing his cock in its full naked glory ignites those balls of fire in my blood stream and turns them into flaming cannon balls.

"Holy shit." I take in his thickness, the proud jut of his penis, the throbbing vein which runs up the length, the swollen bulbous head, and shake my head. "You’re too big."

He smirks. "I’m aware."

I scowl. "You’re huge."

"Thank you." He dips his head.

My annoyance increases. Whatever I say, it seems to only add to his already inflated ego which, given what I’m seeing there, he has reason for, but still. My scowl deepens. "That’s a monster dick you have there.”

"You’re welcome." His grin widens.

"Oh no, no, no." I close my thighs. "You’re not putting that thing inside of me."

"Now, honey?—"

I throw up my hand. "Don’t try to sweet talk me. You’re going to impale me with that, and I’m likely to feel you all the way in my throat, and it’s going to bloody hurt."

"What’s pleasure without pain, huh?" He arches an eyebrow.

He begins to move toward me. With every step, the muscles of his thighs ripple, and I swear, his giant penis seems to grow even bigger in size. I jump up on the bed and take a step back.

"I… I’m not sure I want to do this."

"You do," he says with confidence. "Trust me, baby, you’re going to love it. You just have to let me…squeeze this"—he grips himself and swipes from root to head—"inside of you."

I stare at that anaconda-like organ and end up slapping both of my hands over my center. "No, thank you."

He chuckles. "You know you want it, baby. Aren’t you the one who insisted that we spend the night not-only-talking?"

I swallow. He’s right, of course. "That was before I realized you were hiding that—that purple helmet warrior in your pants."

He pauses. A strangling sound reaches me. It invokes enough curiosity for me to tear my gaze off his cock and look up into his face. His feature are twisted, and he seems to be choking.

"Are you okay?"

He holds up a hand. His shoulders shake. Why, that bastard, he’s laughing.

And it’s so infectious I can’t stop a small smile from tugging on my lips. “I suppose that did sound funny,” I admit.

He wipes the tears from his cheeks and seems to compose himself. "If only you’d seen your face.” He chuckles.

His features are softer, his eyes shining with mirth. Laughing Tyler, with his gorgeous face alight with amusement and his big body almost relaxed,andwith that thick, baseball bat-shapedthang jutting up from his center is… a fucking vagina destroyer. My pussy clenches, already resigned to feeling sore for weeks after this… interlude.

He stops laughing and holds out his hand. "Come here, baby. I promise, I’ll make sure you’re wet enough and relaxed enough so you’ll be able to accommodate me."

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