Page 48 of The Bloke

“If you can play games, so can I. Want to try again?” I arched a brow, his head falling forward to meet my eyes.

He licked his lips and nodded breathlessly, his hand wrapping around the back of my head to tangle in my hair. Good, I loved it when he was rough with me, and I knew I could take him in all his fucking glory.

Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I opened my mouth wide as he slid himself inside, the tip of my tongue pressing up against the barbells.

I swallowed around him, squeezing his thighs as silent permission to fuck my mouth like I knew he wanted to.

Colby started slow, allowing me to get comfortable with the position and his length before his hips moved faster and harder, his grip tightening at the back of my head.

As I stared into his eyes, I saw his desire burning deep within them and a fierce determination to match.

Why did it turn me on to know he was about to do something to put me in my place?

I gagged a few times as his cock hit the back of my throat, tears welling in my eyes and drool sliding down my chin. I kept reminding myself to breathe through my nose as his free hand came down to cradle the side of my face while he fucked it.

He tilted my head to angle himself deeper, and after several exaggerated thrusts, I pressed my hands to his thighs as tears ran down the sides of my face, needing a moment to pause.

Colby pulled his slick cock from my mouth, saliva and pre-cum dripping down my chin, and I forced a hard swallow.

“Look at you, love.” He hummed as he dragged his thumb along my cheek, spreading my tears around. “Fuck, if only I knew that pretty mouth of yours could do more than just push me away.”

“We both know yours is better at eating than talking,” I challenged, smirking up at him and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, ready for more.

“It helps when my wife tastes like my favorite flavor.” He growled, bending down to wrap his arm around my waist, pulling us both onto the bed.

I straddled his waist before he gripped my hips, pulling me higher up towards his chest—his face, tipping forward with the sudden movement, my hands fisting into the black silk sheets above his head.

“And what flavor is that?” I mocked, rolling my eyes before looking down at him between my thighs.

“Home.”

He dragged his tongue through my center, and I moaned in ecstasy, his fingers digging into my thighs. I rolled my hips as his tongue dipped inside me, riding his face like he just fucked mine.Fuck me.

I gripped the sheets tighter as he shifted the angle of his mouth to suck on my clit, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. I never wanted to go this long again without him.

There was nothing I enjoyed more than being eaten out by my husband—other than being fucked, of course.

A week was far too long, and luckily for me, the studio was closed tomorrow.

My legs began to tremble as his tongue continued to explore my cunt, and his mouth sucked harder on my sensitive clit. I was ready to burst; sucking his cock had already wound me up so tight I could have come if he simply told me to.

Unable to hold my climax back any longer, one last graze of his teeth set me off like a bomb. I cried his name as I came over his mouth, a shiver trailing up my spine from the explosive release that tore its way through me. My entire body tensed, and I tugged at the sheets, my knuckles turning white from the strain.

I was panting, gasping for air, when he flipped me off his face—which now glistened with my spent orgasm.

Pushing my hair out of my face, I watched as he spread my legs on either side of his hips and lined himself up with my entrance. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into me, and I whimpered at the sensation, feeling his thick length stretching and filling me.

Before seating himself fully, he bent down, his mouth capturing mine, and kissed me deeply, pulling a pleading moan from my throat as his tongue tangled with mine. His hands caressed the sides of my head as our kiss heated, my hands finding their way up to his.

Something warmed and twisted in my heart; I didn’t want this feeling to go away. It was like a warm blanket had been wrapped around my soul, comforting all the sharp and cold edges I had created throughout my life.

Bucking my hips upwards, I begged for him to take me.

“Colby,” I mumbled against his lips. “Please.”

I could feel his smile as he chuckled lightly, pushing himself the rest of the way in until his hips pressed up against my inner thighs, a gasp escaping my lips with how full he made me.

“How does my wife want it this time?” He offered—a choice for how I wanted it.

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