Page 55 of The Marriage Policy

“Yeah, that’s it. Like that,” he says when I slowly take more of him, then pull off some.

He’s long, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to take all of him, but the way Donovan’s hand tightens in my hair says he likes what I’m doing so far.

My gaze meets and holds his as I bob on his cock. This is pretty fucking easy. I’m good at this, if the dazed expression on his face says anything.

I like it too.

I try to take more of him, get my hand into the action. He’s wet with my saliva, drool running down my chin as I blow him like this is my favorite thing in the world. Maybe itismy favorite thing in the world. When I finally fuck him, I think that will be high on the list as well.

“Lick my balls like you were saying you like. I want to feel your tongue on them.”

Lust shoots through me at Donovan’s words. Not only because I want to suck on his nuts, but because hello, bossy Donovan is where it’s at.

I pull off his cock reluctantly because part of me wants to keep sucking it. I don’t want to let it go, don’t want to not feel his hot length against my tongue, but Donovan likes having his balls sucked, and I can’t lie, I want to feel those in my mouth.

I keep looking into his eyes because…well, because I like looking at them. There’s something comfortable I always feel when Donovan is in my sight, and also, I really want to see how much he enjoys this.

I lap at his heavy sac, feel the soft skin against my tongue. He hisses in response. His grip on my hair tightens, which makes me want to please him even more, and almost makes me shoot my load.

I alternate between his balls and his cock, licking and sucking, jerking him off and trying to take him as deep as I can. I choke a few times, but that just spurs Donovan on more, and I can’t blame him. I love the feel of someone choking on my dick.

He spreads his legs more, eases his body down some, and says, “I, um…my hole, babe. If you finger me, I’m gonna shoot. You know how much I love to have something inside me.”

I do know that from what he’s told me, but I damn sure want to experience it.

“You want me to finger you?” I ask before giving my attention to his sac again.

“Fuck yes. I’ve got so much saliva dripping down there, you don’t need lube.”

“Holy crap. Have you always been this hot?”

I ease my finger behind his balls, Donovan moving down more to give me better access. I circle his tight rim, dick back in my mouth while I suck it and savor it and hope like hell we cando this all the fucking time. I want to suck off my husband every chance I get.

He groans at my touch, then curses when I push into him. His hole is so fucking tight. My dick twitches, and I almost come.

Pleasuring Donovan goes straight to my head. I rut against the mattress, fucking my finger into him while I suck on his dick.

I take him as deep as I can, quirk my finger, try to find his prostate because I know it’s the best feelingever. I brush my finger over it once, twice. He’s squirming, thighs tightening.

“I’m gonna come, babe. Pull off if you don’t want it. Fuck, I’m about to nut.”

But I don’t pull off.

I want it.

Did he not believe me when I said it before?

My mouth on his dick and my finger up his ass must be too much for him because a second later he’s saying my name, arching his body toward me and spilling a huge fucking load down my throat.

It’s…well, it’s cum. I’ve tasted my own, but something about knowing it’s Donovan’s makes it even hotter. He tastes different from me, and I like his even better.

I suck as much of him out as I can, keep swallowing until he’s done shooting and his hold on my head slackens. My scalp stings, but I like the feel of it, like knowing he was losing control.

“God, that was amazing. I want to die, but I need to taste you too.”

My lips pull into a grin. “There’s no chance I’m arguing with that.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

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