Page 111 of Love Without Control

“Nope. I’m grateful he started the job of turning my wife on. And now I’m going to finish it.”

Jeez, how could I say no to that? Knowing my face was all kinds of red, I cleared my throat and began reading, exchanging Colton’s name for my husband’s. “Dane kissed down my body, his tongue delighting my skin with every swipe.”

Dane followed along, his mouth moving down my abdomen before grinning up at me. “Is your skin properly delighted?” he asked.

I giggled. “It is.”

“Then please go on,” he replied, dropping a kiss on my mound.

I turned back to the book and began reading. “When he reached the apex of my thighs, he pressed them down with his hands, holding me firmly to the mattress. His tongue swept through my sex. Once. Twice. Th-th—”I broke off as Dane followed through on everything I was saying.

“Keep reading, Wildcat,” he directed, dark eyes locked onto mine.

“Three times,” I continued, my gaze flitting between him and the book. “Then he speared me with his tongue. His aroused hum let me know he was enjoying this as much as I was, and his hands slipped beneath my ass to hold me to his mouth.”

Dane’s eyes closed, and he moaned into me as his hands lifted my lower body, just like the words on the page. Shifting the book to one hand, I reached down and stroked his jet-black hair, smoothing the thick, soft strands against the skin of my thighs.

“He tongue-fucked me with leisurely strokes, the sensation like warm velvet inside me.”My breaths were coming out in harsh pants, and my vision began to blur a little around the edges, but I blinked a few times to bring the text back into focus.“Dane knew my body better than anyone—my moans, the tightening of my inner walls—and when I was right on the edge, he began lapping at my clit with the flat of his tongue.”

I closed my eyes and dropped the book onto the bed, both of my hands in his hair now, rubbing the silk of it against my thighs. Why the hell was that so erotic? Dane’s magical tongue worked over my clit as my orgasm began in my core.

“What next, baby?” he murmured, and I cried out the next words from the book, the ones I’d memorized before abandoning it.

“I came, and he bruised my ass with his brutal grip as he devoured my climax like it was his last meal. God, Dane!”

With my head pressed back into the pillow and my spine curved up to the ceiling, I unleashed myself, grinding wantonly against his hot mouth. The feral noises he made between my legs only drove me higher, made me come harder.

As my spasms subsided, Dane’s tongue slowed and finally stopped. “I think I like this book,” he admitted, pressing soft kisses up and down my sex. “What happens next?”

My body floated back to the mattress, and I dipped my chin to look at him. “That was… the end of the… chapter,” I said through heaving breaths.

He crawled up my body and gave me a long kiss, sharing my taste with me, before reaching over to turn the page. “Hmm, this next chapter is from the male point of view.” He flipped another few pages to read ahead a bit, and his eyebrows shot upward. “Yeah, I really like this chapter.”

“What’s it about?” I asked, still trying to control the racing beat of my heart.

“You let me worry about that,” he ordered with a smirk before flipping me over onto my stomach like I weighed nothing.

“Do you have to treat me like a pancake?” I complained, and he chuckled and swatted my ass.

“Hush. You’re giving me syrup fantasies.” Leaning over, he opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube, a silicone dildo, and something called a lube launcher, which does exactly what you’re probably thinking.

“Ohhh, it’sthatkind of chapter,” I said, looking over my shoulder at my hot-as-hell husband. The tent in the front of his black briefs was obvious. Dane had introduced me to anal sex a couple years ago, and to my surprise, I loved it as much as he did.

“It is,” he replied, and I could hear the excitement in his voice. “On your hands and knees. You know the drill, Wildcat.” Because of Dane’s size, I still needed to be properly prepped before we could engage in that particular act. Thankfully, I was married to the most patient man on earth, and over the next twenty minutes, he lubed and stretched me until I was ready for action. The entire time, he kissed up and down my back and massaged my shoulders with his free hand.

Leaning over my back and turning my head to the side, Dane dipped his tongue into my mouth, softly at first, and then with more passion. I could feel the hard length of him throbbing against my ass.

“I love you,” he said, looking deeply into my eyes. “You’re the most important thing in my life, Evie.”

“I love you too,” I returned, my heart swelling for this man. Even when he was being dirty as hell, he never let me forget my worth.

“Tell me if I need to stop,” he instructed while dragging the book to the side of my body and finding the page he wanted. Then he began to read. “Evie’s ass was round, firm, and absolutely perfect. I’d been obsessed with her pretty backside from the very first moment I saw her in my restaurant in her tight-fitting jeans. I stroked my hands over her cheeks, pretty as a ripe peach and ready to take my cock.”

“God, that’s hot,” I groaned, loving the feel of his rough hands on me.

“My cock fucking ached with the need to be inside her. I’d had her sweet pussy, but taking her ass would be the final step in making her mine. And make no doubt about it, Evie was mine. ‘Spread your legs,’ I ordered, and she willingly complied like the good fucking girl she was.”

I parted my knees until my hips were stretched as far as they could go.

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