Page 119 of On The Rocks

My heart exploded.

The moment hit so perfectly that a big ball of emotion enveloped the back of my throat. I couldn’t hold back the tears from welling in my eyes. “I love you,” I whispered, looking up at my beautiful husband.

He answered, his voice choked too, “And I love you. So fuckin’ much, baby. Whatever happens, promise me you’ll never doubt it.”

My heart clenched at the urgency in his tone and the vulnerability in his expression. I rolled up on my toes and kissed his mouth, tugging his lip gently between my teeth.

With a growl, he slanted his head and covered my mouth with his while strong hands pulled me closer. Our lips moved in perfect sync, as well as our bodies. My arms slid up past his neck, and I entwined my fingers behind his head, keeping him in place while he kissed the bejesus out of me. My skin prickled as fingertips brushed over my nipple until it puckered under his touch.

Soft lips skated over the back of my neck, causing goose bumps to run down both arms like tiny little flickers of air. “Let’s go upstairs,” Callum rasped.

I nodded, snuggling into him as he moved me to his side, slid his arm across my shoulders, and pulled me into the nook where I belonged. Together, we walked around the bar, turning off the music lights as we went, until eventually, we hit the back stairs to the apartment.

When we got to the top, Callum unlocked the door and tugged me inside before locking it again. He lowered his head and took my mouth again, his hands going to the back of my dress, finding the hidden zip and pulling it down. A groan left his lips as my bra-less breasts spilled free. His hands went to my hips, and he walked me to his room and deftly slipped off my dress.

Gently, he pushed me onto his bed, the intensity in his eyes making my skin heat.

I bounced on my back, my arms going above my head, and I watched Callum’s knee hit the mattress. He crawled up until he was eye-level with my white lace panties and pulled them down my legs until I was bare except for my silver strappy high-heeled sandals.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said huskily, his eyes on me. Then his hands went to the back of his shirt, and he pulled it over the back of his head, leaving his chest bare. His fingers went to his fly, and he undid his pants, pulled the zip down, and kicked them off until he was left in just his shorts. Finally, Callum slipped them off. He tossed them behind his head, and we paused to take in each other’s naked bodies.

My husband was magnificent. His chest was covered in a fine sprinkle of dark hair that narrowed into a line, extending down his six-pack and into his groin. The sinew under his skin was lean and powerful. He was muscled, but it wasn’t bulky. His lean strength came from lugging crates of bottles and kegs of beer and from sparring with his brother in the gym.

Callum O’Shea was so beautiful he took my breath away.

“I want to taste you,” I murmured. “You said I could.”

“So I did,” he said huskily, his mouth tipping up. “Be a good little wifey and get on your knees for me.”

My pussy clenched at his words. Moisture flooded between my thighs, and I lifted to my knees just like a good little wife.

Callum stretched out on his back, head to the pillow, and raised his hand to bunch my hair in his fist while he looked up into my eyes. “There’s no right or wrong way. Just do what you feel and go with your instincts. I’ll love everything you do. Just watch your teeth.”

“Okay,” I breathed, eyeing his big, hard, beautiful cock. “Will I fit all that in?”

He released my hair and watched as it fell in waves over my shoulders. “Use your hands at the same time, baby, but remember to just enjoy it. This is a treat for me. I’ll take anything you wanna give.”

I traced my finger down the thin trail that ran down the middle of his flat stomach, power surging through me as Callum let out a long moan. I felt the kick of his thick cock against my fingers, and my thighs clenched with need.

There was something so erotic about me being in control and having him at my mercy. He was mine to do with what I pleased, and the mere thought made my pussy flood.

I leaned down and breathed over the smooth, fat head.

“Suck me, wife,” he quietly ordered. The hint of authority in his voice made desire coil inside my belly. He reached down and gently touched my face. “Open your mouth.”

I took him gently inside, gazing up into his face for some kind of hint I was pleasing him.

His eyes blazed with pleasure, and I relaxed, moving my hand to grip the base of his cock.

“Tighter, wife,” he demanded. “Harder.”

I gripped him tighter, and again he groaned. “That’s it, baby, just like that.”

My pussy clenched with his praise.

With his hand still on my jaw, I bobbed my head up and down his length, then I sucked him deep into the back of my throat. Callum let out a shout, and his hands came to my head,holding me firmly in place. “Jesus fuck, wife. You’re sucking me so fucking good.”

After a few seconds of getting used to the feeling of him so deep in my throat, I began to move my mouth up, then down, sucking hard as I went.

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