Page 39 of Devious Delusions

My scream is garbled as he drops over me and wraps his forearm around my neck. The napkin dulls the sound and soaks up my spit while my eyes widen and blur my vision. He’s evenbigger in this position and there’s no mental preparation before he pushes inside of me in one thrust.

My air is cut off from my head falling forward against the bar of his forearm. The napkin begins to drop from my open mouth, but he slaps his palm over my lips and forces it to remain in place as he pulls out to the tip and slams back into me. My knees knock into the riser, the dull thuds providing a rhythmic backdrop to his labored cursing.

“Fuck, baby.”

I grip the tread in front of me and my knuckles bleach from the force. My nails scrape against the small fibers and he holds my face tighter, his forearm pressing further into my windpipe, and each thrust getting progressively harder.

My head falls forward as he slides his arm away from my neck and lets go of my mouth. The napkin stops my sounds being heard fully and he grabs my hair in his fist as he pulls out of me.

“Make me lose my mind,” he says under his breath. “How did I go so long without you?”

The last part is even lower, and guilt sinks me. It shouldn’t. Logically I know that there was something wrong with me and I clearly wasn’t in the right place mentally. But it only makes me love him even more for forcing his own desire back during that entire time.

19

DELILAH

My palms and knees are both red by the time Asher finishes guiding me to our bedroom. He doesn’t allow me to move my head until he’s standing in front of me. Everything about him is bigger. He rips his t-shirt over his head and pulls his sweats down as he gently removes the napkin from my mouth.

The waistband remains at his thighs, and he strokes my cheek with the back of his knuckles as he softens his voice slightly.

“You’re so beautiful.” A small smile lifts his lips before it falls and he grabs my jaw. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to deserve you.”

His eyes are wild, searching mine. I swallow audibly and try to get the smile back.

“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you,” I say weakly.

It’s true. We both know it and he smirks to himself. “So earn it. Earn me.”

I sit up on my knees and ignore the dull ache in my joints as I wrap my fingers around his dick. My other hand rests on his abs, and I don’t look away from him. Pressing the flat of mytongue against the tip, I suppress my own smugness in favor of gratitude.

He flexes and gently strokes my hair as he coos, “That’s a good fucking girl. Clean me up so I can coat my cock in you again.” I clench my thighs together and he softens his voice further. “Do you like tasting the pussy I own, Delilah?”

I nod and turn eager. Spit runs down my fist as I push my head forward. My eyes water and I gag around him. It blurs my vision, dimming the proud smile looking down at me.

“That’s my filthy little wife, choke yourself while I watch.”

Dropping my hand from his abs, I pull the t-shirt up and widen my thighs. A dull sting hits my cheek and leaves four lines from Asher’s fingers.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he asks, his nostrils flaring.

He grabs my hair in his fist and pulls me away from him. My knees skid against the floor from the force of him turning me and pushing my back against the footboard of the bed. My nape hits the cushioned edge until my head is bent back and resting on the bed. My hand is still against my stomach while he steps forward and wraps his hand around mine. The cool metal of his wedding band grounds me despite the way he spits out, “Needy little thing.”

My mouth opens automatically, and my cheeks lift with a smile as he pushes inside my mouth. The angle forces me to choke sooner, and buzzing vibrates through the room. It comes from Asher’s pocket, and he freezes before he says, “Don’t make a sound or I’ll cut off your air.”

I nod and swallow around him as he pushes further into my throat. Every muscle in his body tenses as he takes his phone from his pocket and slowly raises it to his ear. I can’t see the name on the screen, but his greeting tells me who it is.

“How can I help you, officer?”

His other hand softens against my hair, and he threads his fingers through the strands he’s knotted while slowly thrusting into my throat. I swallow around him, watching the pale green be eaten up by his expanding pupils.

The other end of the line is muffled but I can make out what they’re saying. “Mr. Newman, I know we spoke earlier, but is there any possibility that you could come in earlier than tomorrow?”

Asher tenses and his jaw pulses. He’s not given an opportunity to answer as they try to reason with his impending argument.

“I appreciate you’re currently out of state, but the matter is one of urgency considering your mother’s business and…” There’s a deep sigh and I watch his face. “Well, there’s also the matter of your father being uncontactable that is complicating matters.”

What the fuck?

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