Page 74 of The Reluctant Wife

"Oh no, you don’t," he whispers into my ear, as if he can read my mind. Then, he curls his tongue around the shell of my ear.

I groan. "Oh god."

"He has nothing to do with it." Ryot licks his tongue into my ear, and the pleasure is so intense, my eyes roll back in my head. Who knew these places of my body would be so erogenous? Under my hand, his length grows even bigger. My mouth begins to water. He feels so thick. So full.

The need within digs its claws into me and twists. "I want you inside of me," I whimper.

"Not yet." He grabs a cushion from the couch and drops it on the floor between his feet. Then, with his hold on my hair, he urges me onto it on my knees. He holds my hair back from my face with one hand and nods at his groin. "Show me how much you want it."

I scowl up at him.Seriously?

"Or are you too inexperienced to give a blowjob?"

I scoff.

He laughs.

That sounds like a challenge. I'll bet he knows I’ll never shy away from one. I reach over and lower the zipper of his pants.

He lifts his hips enough for me pull down his trousers and his boxers. His cock springs free. Fully erect, he’s thicker and longer than I recall. As I stare at him, he seems to grow even bigger.

A vein runs up the underside, and the head is almost purple, with a drop of precum clinging to it. I bend my head and lick it up. A shudder grips him.Hmm. That’s interesting.I drag my tongue down the throbbing length and up again. This time, a groan is torn from him. I look up to find he’s watching me with green eyes that have turned almost golden with lust. His lips are parted, his eyelids hooded. Holding his gaze, I close my mouth around him.

"Fuck," he swears. The way his hips surge forward, I know I have him. He’s so big, I have to open my mouth really wide to take him inside. His hold on my hair tightens another fraction, enough for my scalp to tingle and for goosebumps to pop on my forearms. He spreads his legs wider, and I lean in. I take him further inside my mouth, and his gaze narrows. Silver sparks dot those greenish-gold eyes of his. He’s so turned on, the lust radiating from him in waves lassoes around me, and I still. For a few seconds, we watch each other, then he guides me forward.His touch is firm, no hesitation whatsoever, and when his dick slips down my tongue and hits the back of my throat, I choke. Spit drips down my chin, and tears squeeze out from the corners of my eye.

"Breathe through your nose," he orders.

I draw in a breath, and the burning sensation in my throat begins to fade. He pulls on my hair, easing my head back until his cock slips out to balance on my lips.

"You okay?" He scans my features.

I nod, grateful for his concern. He wants to be in charge, but not at the cost of my comfort. Which is why he also made sure to cushion my knees. The combination of caring and dominance is exhilarating. It’s reassuring he’s in charge. It’s arousing that he’s monitoring my response and adjusting his demands accordingly. To be at the cynosure of his attention is exhilarating.

He continues to watch me. He must see something which reassures him, for he nods. He eases me forward, and this time, when his dick slips down my throat, I swallow.

"You’re so tight, baby." His shoulders swell. He manipulates me with his hold on my hair and begins to fuck my mouth. Each time he moves me forward, his shaft dips down my throat, and he eases me back until he’s balanced on the tip of my tongue. He watches my mouth as if fascinated by how his cock disappears inside of it. "You’re gorgeous," he says through gritted teeth.

Considering the strings of spit dripping from the corners of my mouth, I’m not so sure, but I’m also not in a position to comment, considering my mouth is full of his cock. His movements increase, and I hold onto his thighs for support. He’s using me for his pleasure. He’s reduced me to a hole that he’s decided to use at his will, and it should make me feel cheap. It should make me feel like I’m nothing more than a fuck toy—and the fact that Idofeel that way is also strangely arousing.

My pussy is dripping, my panties soaked, and my nipples are so hard they hurt. Every part of me is focused on where we’re connected. The dark taste of him, the spicy scent of him mixed with the musky scent of his arousal, the very male thickness of him filling my mouth and pressing against the walls of my throat. My stomach trembles; my thighs have turned into cords of yearning. The hollow between my legs gapes.

I’m so empty, and the contrast with the fullness of him in my mouth drives me a little crazy. Frustration grips me. I dig my fingernails into his thighs. But his muscles are like rock, and they hardly make a dent. Still, he must notice, for he raises his gaze to mine. His movements speed up. He stuffs his dick into my mouth over and over. And oh god, I can feel the tug of my climax as it squeezes out from my center and up my spine. That’s when he pulls out completely.

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Ryot

I pull out a handkerchief from my pocket and begin to clean her chin and around her swollen lips. The fact that it’s a result of how she took me down her throat makes my cock weep. I’m so hard, it’s painful. My balls feel like they weigh a ton. I’m going to have to jerk off soon if I want to get my head back in the game.

“You didn’t come…” Her forehead furrows. “Did I do something wrong?”

I pinch her chin, so she has no choice but to meet my eyes. “You were perfect.”

A flush stains her cheekbones. “I was?”

I allow a small smile to curve my lips. “You’re a good girl who sucked me off so well.”

The pulse dances at her collarbone. "But I’m so?—"

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