Page 74 of War

I whimper incoherently, unable to even string together a sentence.

“Don’t whine. Tell your husband what you want. I’ll always give it to you.”

A rush flows through me at his words, at the sharp tenor and the promise it brings. And I 100 percent believe him. “I want—” I peek back at him again. “No, I need your cock. Show it to me.”

Tyler’s lips curl, as if he’s impressed with the way I phrased the statement. Like I’ve pleased him. “Eyes on me,” he commands as he slides his belt free of its buckle. He undoes his pants, and they drop to the floor with a dull thud. His shirt goes next. I practically orgasm on the spot when he grabs it by the center and rips the sides apart, sending buttons clattering to the floor. He’s been frustratingly patient in his torture so far, but not anymore. Good, let him be as desperate as I am.

“Turn around. Head down here,” he commands.

I obey quickly, spinning awkwardly with the vibrating toy still working me over. Lying on my stomach like this, the toy should remain in place, with the suction on my clit for maximum pleasure while he fucks my mouth.

And now that I’m fully facing him, I get a peek at his bare, tattooed chest, the ripples of his muscles covered in beautiful ink that I could spend hours studying.

We haven’t talked about the one on his finger. I’ll deal with whatever that means later.

In nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs, Tyler steps forward and grabs a fistful of my hair. “This drives me fucking wild, Vicious. I can’t put into words what color it is, but fuck, do I love it. Means I get to spend the rest of my life coming up with the perfect name for it.”

With my teeth pressed against my bottom lip, I peer up at him through my lashes. “Are you going to finish getting undressed?”

“Eager to see your cock?”

My heart thumps against my breastbone. “My cock?”

Nodding, Tyler slips his thumbs beneath his waistband and drags his underwear down his legs. “Your husband. Your cock.”

“Kinda like my wife, my jersey.”

He chuckles. “See? I knew you were a quick learner.”

I’m all-in when it comes to banter, but the moment his—no,my—cock comes into view, any clever comeback I could formulate evaporates from my mind. “You’re…”

“Tattooed,” he finishes for me. “And pierced.”

“Does that sayVicious?” With my heart in my throat, I study the word scrawled in black script at the base of his dick.

War runs his thumbs over the word and cups himself. “You’ve got me by the balls, baby. No sense in denying it.”

“Holy shit. That had to hurt. When did you get that?”

He strokes himself once, the movement making the black lettering inked onto the underside of his dick disappear. “The week we got married. And I like the pain.”

“Somehow that fits.”

He thumbs the set of barbells that form a cross of sorts below the head.

I meet his eye. “Can I…?”

“Vicious,” he grinds out. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me. Suck it, lick it, tug it, bite it. Just please, put your mouth on my cock right now and take your damn punishment like the dirty girl we both know you are.”

A bolt of lust so powerful I almost orgasm on the spot floods me. I’m not that girl. Not outside this room. But here and now, staring up at this god of a man, filled with more need than I thought humanly possible, I feel powerful. In control of him.

My husband.

I open my mouth, tongue out. He steps closer, gliding his fingers through my hair with one hand, and tugs me up a fraction. Then, with his other hand, he guides his decorated dick into my mouth. The metal is cool against my tongue. It’s unexpected, and for a second, I worry I’ll gag. But he goes slow, allowing me to adjust to the feel of him. I roll my tongue across the beads, the movement pulling a grunt from him.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you, already so good at this.”

With a moan, I try to take more of him, but he tugs on my hair, stopping me.

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