Page 112 of War

Tyler Warren loves with his whole damn heart, but it’s rare for anyone to take the time to see beneath the tattoos and the scowls.

“You’re really going to gag me?”

He lifts a brow, but rather than reply, he simply places all of his treasures beside me, then cuffs my ankles and tugs until my knees rest on his shoulders. “Let’s see how quiet you are with my tongue in your ass.”

Before I have time to process his words, he spreads me wide and licks. The sensation is indecent, obscene. I can’t help but squirm. It shouldn’t feel this good. I shouldn’t like it. But god, the way he slides his tongue in and out of me makes my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

A buzzing sound fills the air, catching my attention. Then, without stopping the work that magical tongue is doing, he’s rolling a vibrator against my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” His voice is husky, his breath hot on my skin.

“Yes,” I plead.

In one swift move, he flips around and straddles me, his knees on either side of my head, his cock dangling above my lips, his mouth suctioned over my pussy. I grip his hard length and open my mouth, anxious to torture him the way he’s torturing me. I’ve barely rolled my tongue over the piercing when he pushes the head of the vibrator inside me. Rough and fast, he fucks me with it and bucks into my mouth.

He slides a finger into my ass, and as I moan in response, I gag on his cock.

It all feels too good. The pleasure builds, my nerves breaking apart as he works me from every angle. Breathing through my nose, I try to focus on pleasing him, but the man is focused. While he pistons his hips, his fingers fuck, and his tongue, god his tongue, works indecent circles until I’m crying out again, practically begging for him to fuck me.

“I can’t—I don’t—” I babble incoherently.

He pulls out of my mouth, giving me a second to breathe, but doesn’t stop fucking into my ass. Adding a second finger, he milks my orgasm, stretching me deliciously, hitting a place that immediately sends me to the edge again.

“You can, baby, and you will. Do you want me inside you when you come, or should I use my tongue again first?”

Still in the throes of ecstasy, all I can do is buck up off the bed, pushing my pussy toward his face, begging for it.

Humming, he latches on to my clit and sucks. “That’s it, wifey, come on my tongue again. I want you to squirt all over our bed when I fuck this ass.” With two fingers buried in the tight hole, he pushes the vibrator deeper into my pussy and sucks me through another violent shudder.

“Please,” I cry, tears and sweat coating my face. I don’t know whether I’m crying because I can’t take the pleasure any longer or if it’s in desperation for my final climax.

He’s working me toward a sensation I’ve never experienced, and with every pulse my body seems to chant,more, give me more.

In my delirious state, I’m vaguely aware of the way he positions me, slipping a pillow beneath my hips. Then his face is hovering over mine. “Are you okay?”

As I get lost in his beautiful blue eyes, I realize I’ve ever been this okay. This happy. This content.

As incredible as it is, it’s not the sex. It’s him. It’s the trust I have in him. Tyler won’t hurt me. I know this with every fiber of my being. He’d do anything tonothurt me.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I smile. “Please, Ty. I need you.”

By the surprise glittering in his eyes and the smile that lances his face, I know I haven’t worked hard enough to show him that I won’thurt him. That I love him. I’m still hiding so many parts of myself. Though I can’t spill all my secrets in this moment, I have to show him that I’m trying. That I want him to know me.

But words aren’t enough. I want to show him.

With a hand at the back of his neck, I tug him in for a kiss. His mutteredfuckagainst my lips tells me, once again, that I’ve surprised him.

With his lips fused to mine, he rubs his pierced dick against my clit. Needy for more, I angle my hips so he’s notched at my entrance.

“Je t’aime, ma femme, j’aime ton corps parfait, et ta chatte, et ce cul, je vais le baiser jusqu’à ce que tu jouisses sur ma bite.”

As he thrusts inside me, I bite down on his lip. “What does that mean?”

He thrusts slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “I love you, my wife. I love your perfect body, and your pussy, and this ass. I’m going to fuck it until you come all over my cock.”

His words alone edge me closer to the orgasm that just may be the death of me.

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