Page 112 of Reckless Promises

“Odette.” He grabs my hips like he’s going to roll me off him, but I press myself against his hardening erection to distract him.

“Yes?” I tease, circling my hips as he watches me. “Did you want something?”

His fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of my thighs. “Only you.”

He starts to lift, but I grab his shoulders and pin him back down.

“Nope, you had your turn last night. Three of them if I recall.” The man made me come until I nearly blacked out. “It’s my turn.”

“It’s cute you think you can tell me how many times I’m allowed to make my wife come.” He tries to sit up again, but I push at his shoulders.

“Just let me thank you for it, Cillian. Stop being so difficult.”

He narrows his gaze, but a devious grin stretches his cheeks, and my stomach flutters.

“Okay.” He relaxes his shoulders, seemingly giving up the fight.

But the second I lift my hips to scoot down, he picks me up and flips me around so I’m sitting on him in reverse.

“What are you doing?” I look over my shoulder at him.

“Giving you what you wanted.” He tugs my hips higher. “But if you think I’m going to let you suck my cock and not have your pussy on my face while you do it, you’re wrong.”

He pulls my legs up as he shifts down until I’m hovering over him.

“Sit on my face, Odette.” His fingers brush over my pussy, and he groans as he peels me open. “I want to taste what’s mine.”

“I’ll suffocate you.”

Just because I’m not showing yet, doesn’t mean I haven’t started adding to my curves. Especially with the excessive baking Gen and I have been doing.

But when I try to get away, Cillian holds me tighter, lifting to graze his tongue along me and freeze me in place. “Don’t test me right now, wife. I want you to sit on my face. And I hope to God you do suffocate me, so I can die happy.”

I’m about to argue when he shoves my hips down and dives his tongue inside me. My core clenches at the feel of him working my clit as he hums over my pussy.

My body has been so sensitive lately, that it barely takes anything for him to have me on the verge of bursting.

And when I look down and see his hard cock, thick and ready with what he’s doing to me, I’m desperate.Wrapping my hand around the base of him, I lean forward, running my tongue in a circle over the head.

Cillian groans against my pussy and the vibrations have me dripping for him.

He lifts his hips, and I take him deeper. I suck and stroke as he reaches the back of my throat. And every time I gag around his dick he hums between my legs.

It’s almost impossible to think with what he’s doing to me. He holds my hips over his face and shoves his tongue inside me. He paints stars in my vision as he pulls me apart.

I hollow my cheeks and suck him harder. Holding his thick length in my hand and appreciating every inch of how I’m affecting him.

And just as he hits the back of my throat again, he shoves his tongue deeper, winding his arms over my thighs so he can play with my clit. A flutter is all it takes for me to come. I can barely breathe around his dick as I do, but somehow it also relaxes my throat. I ride my own waves, swallowing him deeper.

The shaking subsides, and I start bobbing up and down on his cock as he lifts my hips up and peels me open again, his tongue lapping at what he’s done.

“Good, wife.”

Those words have me hollowing my cheeks and moaning. But just when I feel his dick start to throb, Cillian grabs my hips and pulls me off him.

“Hey, I wasn’t done.”

“I’m not coming in your mouth right now, Clover.” He flips me over so I’m on my stomachas he spreads my legs wide and sets himself between them. “Give me this pussy.”

---