Page 5 of Swamp Kings 2

“I…”

He tore his gaze from her chest and looked, finding worry on her face. “What?”

She lowered her eyes, turning her face away a little. “I’m…” She licked her lips. “Dying for you to fuck me.”

The strained confession lit his whole fucking world on fire with agonizing need and self-loathing. Fucking unforgivable. His angel should never have a need he struggled to meet.

“But I know how hard things are for you,” she whispered, still not looking at him.

“Because you drive me out of my mind,” he said, needing her to remember that, to know it in the deepest part of her heart. “Every second of the day I’mdyingto fuck you too.”

She gave a tiny nod as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks and gutted him. “I know,” she whispered, wiping them.

“Undress, baby.”

Her brows furrowed. “I don’t want you to…” He stood and opened his jeans, pushing them down. “Oh God,” she breathed, her gaze locked on his cock.

“Undress, angel.”

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“I don’t…” Beth was suddenly swallowing too much air as she stood, not about to disobey. She’d been focusing on her submission and after much self-evaluation found how greatly she lacked in it. Submission wasn’t just about doing as told, it was sacrificing your needs for another’s and for her that meant not being so… horny all the time or at least whining or complaining or showing him when knowing it made everything harder for him.

“We’re going to do this carefully,” he said or warned.

“Okay,” she gasped, standing with her clasped fists under her chin, waiting for instructions.

“Sit,” he said as her gaze devoured his beautiful body. Even her eyeballs were starved for him.

She sat like the best obedient girl, wanting him to see the fruits of all her submissive labor.

“Hold the back of yourseat,” he said, kneeling before her.

She wanted to weep in joy at seeing his intentions. Her pussy literally hummed and throbbed as she gripped the wooden edge, desperate to have his mouth all over her.

He knelt before her. “Show me how much you want my tongue on your pussy.”

Her whimper flew out as she scooted her butt to the ledge and drew her knees up and back as far as she could for him.

He moved in closer, staring right at her pussy as his large hands worked under her butt. “Put your feet on my shoulders, my delicious fucking wife.”

The thick, rasped words made her gasp and moan as she propped her feet on his hot shoulders, feeling the hard muscles while he lifted her bottom off the chair. “This fucking naked pussy,” he swore, his tongue thrusting right into her opening.

“Oh God, baby,” she gasped, trembling as he answered with a dirty, warning moan, his tongue twirling then jabbing inside her entrance. His breaths rumbled nonstop as he licked up the left side of her pussy up to her clit, going right above it then back down the right side.

“Please,” she moaned, already at begging. “Please suck my clit so good. I need tocome.”

He answered with a knowing groan, his “Yeah?” hot on her.

“Yes,” she swore weakly, flicking her hips.

“Like this?” He covered her clit in a gentle suction and her eyes rolled in her head as she fought for a tighter connection.

“Bishop,” she panted. “Ohsuckit.”

He groaned so hard on her, a sound of wicked intention as he dug his fingers into her ass and pulled her tighter against his mouth.

“God yes,” she gasped, the heat in her pussy spreading and concentrating in her clit. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come,” she warned on desperate breaths.

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