Page 26 of Devious Delusions

“Good girl,” he coos. “Now open your pretty mouth so I can see how much that throat has missed me.” My mouth opens, and he laughs despite the love in his eyes. “You missed me too?”

I don’t answer and wrap my fingers around his length. He tenses but doesn’t stop me as I slowly press the tip against theflat of my tongue. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I smirk as I take him in my mouth. One thing we always battled for was the role of the most arrogant. It’s no different now as he tries to take control and pulls me forward, forcing me to take more.

The sides of my lips burn from being pulled taut and he’s even bigger than I remember. Hollowing my cheeks, I twist my hand, stroking the part of him that isn’t in my mouth, but he slaps me again.

“Hands behind your head, fingers threaded together.”

I obey like he’s a police officer. Asher doesn’t trap them there. He only holds the top of my head and thrusts forward, making me choke. Spit flows from the sides of my mouth and runs down my chin. It slips down my neck as he roughly pushes further forward while pulling me closer.

A deep groan vibrates through him as he enters my throat. “That’s my little fucking slut. This throat is why I married you.” He slaps my cheek again with more force. “Are you going to keep it from me again?”

I try to shake my head, but it just makes me dizzy with the lack of air. My fingers twitch with the urge to push him away as I attempt to pull my head back. The hold on my hair keeps me in place as he does as he promised and fucks my throat. Each stroke is hard, hitting the back of my throat as he gives me another inch. My nose gets closer to touching him and I gag as my stomach constricts with the intrusion.

My arms move out of reflex to stay alive, and I push against his thighs with both hands. He doesn’t allow me any extra air, but he pauses and collects the spit dripping from my chin as he checks in.

“Stop or slower, baby?” he asks.

His fingers loosen in my hair enough for me to pull back. I choke down air as soon as he’s out of my throat and my voice is a croak. “You’re too big.”

His smile is wicked, and he puffs his chest out as he takes half a step back. It doesn’t deter him from the roughness as he pulls me to stand with his hold on my hair and grabs my throat to seal his lips over mine.

The kiss is feral. It’s teeth and unrestrained as his hands roam over every inch of my body. We both groan as he cups my ass with both hands and massages my ass cheeks. His dick is hard and wet with my spit between us, but he’s more content with kissing me like he needs the air from my lungs than doing anything more.

We may be older, and preferences may have changed, but the feeling of my first love holding me is all I need. It’s life affirming and a familiar comfort. I repay it the only way I know how and slowly turn us until he’s standing with his back to the bed. It takes effort on my part to peel myself off him and I push against his chest to get him to fall backwards.

The man is a wall and remains standing as I rock with him. One hand leaves my ass to wrap around my neck and he squeezes the sides as he leans into me. “You’re not the one in control anymore. I told you I’m not the same boy I used to be. Outside of our bedroom, I’ll worship you, but here you’ll do what I say. If you want to ride me, wife, you will beg for my cock.”

My mind translates it as a threat when I’m glad he’s changed. The last year I have of Asher in my memory isn’t someone I would willingly be around but I can’t trust those memories are real and I ignore the alert sounding in the back of my head.

I’m spun around, and he cups the front of my neck to drag me down as he sits on the edge of the bed. The pressure against my windpipe chokes me as he cups between my thighs and pulls me flush against his chest. The windows turn into a mirror, and I watch our reflection as he kisses my shoulder and pushes each of my legs on either side of his thighs so I’m straddling him backwards.

Asher turns slightly so I have a full view and says, “Watch me use this pussy how it was meant to be.”

My moans get louder as he pulls my legs apart by widening his own and circles my entrance with the tip of his dick. I can’t look away at the reflection as I anticipate the exact moment he’s going to push inside me. I need him and chase his movements, but he pulls my legs further apart and tightens his hold on my neck.

He bites into my shoulder, and I whimper. My head falls back as he whispers, “Watch, Delilah.”

I slowly lower my head, bringing into view the surroundings. Particularly, the walkway between the empty building and our house.

The walkway that isn’t empty.

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DELILAH

The trees that line the building have a gap in them. It’s all I can focus on even though Asher is currently playing with my body. It’s fractured with the light inside of the room, turning the glass into a mirror, but I can see the edges of the gas mask.

He’s back.

And he’s watching me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. You love seeing what I do to you, don’t you?” Asher groans.

I’m too ashamed to admit that it’s mostly because of the freak watching us, but I nod.

Arching my back, I widen my thighs until my muscles burn to give him an unobstructed view as I beg, “Fuck me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

It’s the gas mask from the empty building. The freak was in there. Dust particles dirty the lenses, and he doesn’t move. He sticks to the border of the trees, his body hidden in the shadows, with only the mask in view.

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