Page 100 of The Reluctant Wife

The coarseness of his words is a delicious contrast to the bowing, the scraping, and the polite language I'm generally treated to. It’s so different, so incongruous… It feels so natural, so right, that my need shoots up to fever pitch. I begin to slide my free hand under the skirt of my dress, but he shakes his head. "You don’t come until I let you, remember?"

"B-but…" My pussy throbs. A heavy weight settles between my legs, and my clit feels like it’s swollen to twice its size. "Can I rub myself, please? Just once?"

He shakes his head.

I scowl. I so want to defy him. But he’s right; I can’t go against his orders, not when he’s my dominant. I raise my hand and place it on his thigh. "Fine, have it your way."

"Oh, I will," he says in a mean voice that pulses another wave of lust under my skin. "Unzip me."

The authority in his voice propels me to action. I reach forward and oblige him by sliding down the zipper. His boxers are tented, and the thick column of his cock is outlined against the fabric.

"Take it out." He raises his hips, and I pull down his briefs and his pants. His cock springs free. The swollen head is almost purple with arousal; it’s thick and long and every bit as monstrous as I remember. My pussy trembles. My stomachsqueezes in on itself. I curl my fingers around the base, and he groans. "F-u-c-k."

Liquid heat invades my blood stream. I lean in and, propelled by instinct, I lick up the underside of his shaft. Instantly, he digs his fingers into my hair and tugs. Pinpricks of sensation crowd my scalp. And when I close my mouth around the fat head, he shoots his hips up from the bench.

"Woman, you’re killing me." His voice is gravelly, like he swallowed dirt, and when I look up at him from under my eyelids, his features are flushed. His lips are pressed together like he’s barely holding onto his control, his green eyes burning with unbridled lust. He looks like a marauding devil, or a god who’s on the verge of losing control. I lick my tongue over the velvety tip, and his nostrils flare. "You’re going to pay for this, baby," he says through gritted teeth.

I merely swirl my tongue around the perimeter of the head, and he makes a growling sound at the back of his throat. It’s so very male, so filled with desire, so hungry that it lights a fuse in my chest. Urgency grips me. I squeeze my fingers around the base and dig the fingers of my other hand into his thigh for purchase. Then I lower my head and take him down my throat.

"Fucking hell." He holds my hair back from my face, tightening his grip, and when I try to draw back, he holds me in place. The fact that I’m unable to move should alarm me, but my body seems to understand, for my muscles relax. My shoulders loosen, and once again, when I look up at him, he’s watching me with naked possession. "Give in, baby. Let me guide you. Let me show you how good it can be for you." The husky promise in his voice makes me squeeze my thighs together. I order my body to slacken and give myself up to him.

"Good girl," he rumbles.

And I almost come with the approval. That’s all I want. This man’s validation. All along, I’ve been trying to please the world,when really, the only thing that matters is that I please this man. It’s so simple. All my needs are centered right here where we are joined. All my wishes and hopes and dreams fall away. I’m reduced to my base self, which wants the pain and the pleasure he can bestow on me. He begins to maneuver me, pulling me back until his cock is balanced at the rim of my mouth, then forward until he slips down my throat. I swallow, and he blows out a breath. His dick thickens and presses against my throat. His thigh muscles tremble, and a current seems to run through his body. Then he pauses. "Change of plans." He pulls out.

"What are you—" I huff as I'm lifted onto the seat next to him. "Why—" I begin again, but he cuts me off by pressing his mouth to mine.

He must taste his cum, for he makes that familiar growling sound in his chest. "My taste on your lips is the most erotic thing ever."

The next second, he slides down to kneel in front of me. Then he pulls up the skirt of my dress until it’s bunched around my hips. The material is going to crease which, in turn, is going to show when we walk inside, but at this stage, I’m beyond caring. He fits himself between my legs, forcing my thighs apart. Then, he hooks his finger into the waistband of my panties and tugs. It snaps. I cry out, then gasp as he licks up my seam. Goosebumps pepper my thighs. My stomach jumps. Longing crowds my belly, my chest, my very soul. It overwhelms me, and I try to pull away.

But he grips my thighs and holds me in place. He hooks his elbows under my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bench. Then, he throws my legs over his shoulders and stuffs his tongue inside my cunt.

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Ryot

She throws her head back and cries out, "Ryot!" And I’m sure everyone in the palace heard her. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me feel a hundred feet tall.

This ismywife. Mylife.And she’s on the verge of coming. Only I can draw this response from her. Only me. She’s mine. A raw intensity surges through me. I lick up between her pussy lips and curl my tongue around her clit, and when she moans loudly and pants, and her entire body seizes up, I know she’s close. I reach down, wrap my fingers around my dick, and begin to jerk off. Every time I thrust my tongue inside her sopping wet channel, she thrashes her head to the side. She grips my hair and tugs, almost pulling the strands from the roots. The sensations sizzle down my spine, and my cock grows impossibly hard. I curl my tongue around her clit, and when I bite down, her entire body jolts.

My balls draw up in response. That’s when I rise to my feet and with jerky movements squeeze the length of my shaft over and over again. "Open your eyes," I snap.

Her eyelids are heavy with desire. She parts her lips, and I slip my cock in between them. "I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to take every drop, understand?"

My Empress nods. I slide my fingers into her hair to hold her head in place, then with a final twist and a tug, I pour my climax down her throat. I seem to come and come, and she closes her mouth around me and swallows. Her blue eyes are feverish with carnal need, and she sucks down almost every drop.

Some of the liquid escapes from the corner of her mouth. I pull out and, scooping up my cum, slide my digit in between her lips. She sucks on it, and my cock twitches.And I just came.

"You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never have enough of you." I sit down and pull her into my lap. She curls into me, her fingers pressed into my chest. Her breathing choppy. "I’m still horny." Her voice is uneven.

I chuckle. "Just a few more hours, baby."

"But you came," she whines.

"Only so I can keep going when I make love to you."

She considers what I’m saying, then scoffs. "You expect me to believe that?"

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