Page 88 of Hush 3: Hidden Family

“I think I will enjoy being dominated in the bedroom. I would like to know what it’s like to get fucked hard.”

“You want me to dominate you?”

“Yes, fuck me, choke me, take my body for your own. You are a strong male. I think you would be good at it.”

“Cazzo. Potresti essere più perfetto? Ti scoperò finché non potrai più urlare. Così forte che i tuoi occhi si incroceranno.”

“Yes, please. I want my eyes to cross, my toes to curl. I don’t care if I lose my voice. Fuck me as hard as you want. You are the perfect one.”

“Spread your legs for me,” he growls.

I open my legs wide as he gets to his knees. Swiftly, he places my legs over his shoulders and begins to feast on me. Michael is so good at cunnilingus.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I grab hold of the edge of the sink. I come screaming, having to cover my mouth with my hands.

Michael looks up at me and releases a dark chuckle. Lifting to his feet, he scoops me up into his arms and wraps my legsaround his waist. He kisses me deeply as he walks us into the bedroom.

I begin to kiss his neck and inhale his scent. Bending his knees, he opens the bedside table on my side of the bed and pulls out one of my bottles of oil. He then allows my body to slide down the front of his.

I lower to my knees and look at him through my lashes. He looks at the oil, then back at me. I smile and wait for him to pour some on his penis.

“That wasn’t my plan,cara,” he laughs.

“Is this not what you want?”

His penis jerks in my face. I lick my lips, wanting to return the pleasure he just gave me in the bathroom. He pours some of the oil onto his shaft and begins to stroke himself.

“Open your mouth.”

I do as he says happily. I have been doing some research and think I know more about how to bring him pleasure. I have a few tricks I want to try.

He slides his length into my mouth as I relax my throat. I take him as deep as I can, but he pulls out way too fast. I pout up at him, wanting to demonstrate what I have learned.

He smiles down at me. “Open again. Hold your mouth open and stick your tongue out.”

I do as he says, and he taps his penis against my tongue. The precum on his tip drops onto my tongue. I hum and lift to follow his retreat with my mouth this time.

I’m rewarded as he slides into my mouth, but he tries to pull back out again. I wrap my lips around him and suction my cheeks. I have a tight seal on his thick member, trapping him in and pulling a groan from him.

Placing my hands on his powerful thighs, I take over and bob my head. As he begins to make more sounds of enjoyment, I reach for his balls and begin to massage them gently.

“Sim,” he hisses through his teeth.

I hum happily as I alter the pressure of my touch to gauge what he likes most. Suddenly, the slick feeling of the oil dripping over my breasts grabs my attention. I look up at my husband through my lashes and find his gaze locked on my oil-slicked breasts.

With my free hand, I begin to rub the oil on my mound, pinching my nipple until it comes to a hardened peak. Micheal grunts and cups the back of my head, holding me in place.

I choke a bit, but I don’t back off. He has to pull out for me to catch my breath. When he does, I run my forearm across my mouth.

The raw lust in his eyes makes me so happy. I’m ready to continue, but he lifts me to my feet and turns me until my back is to his front. He pours more oil onto my body before he places the bottle down and palms both of my breasts.

I moan as he nuzzles my neck and kneads my chest. Lifting one breast up, he leans over me and takes my nipple into his mouth. The action shoots straight to my core.

I push my fingers into his hair and hold on tight as he continues to suck and lick at the tightened peak. I lift on my toes, trying to get closer to his mouth. He splays a hand between my belly and my pussy as if trying to hold me up from tumbling to the floor.

My heart swells. He’s always trying to protect me. In this moment, I realize that’s never going to change. It’s ingrained in the core of who he is.

My angel, my protector. My strength, my love, my Michael. My husband.

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