Page 45 of Malicious Marriage
“I’m going to need you to vocalize that consent for me, darling.”
His tonguepurrsaround the world darling and my core clenches so hard that I have to fight back a moan.
“K–Keep going!”
“Excellent.” Dean drops down onto his stomach and buries between my legs while I try and set the tray down on the other side of the bed.
Several berries escape the bowl as it tips, but I can’t care because his soft, wet tongue slides against my pussy in one long stroke that forces all other thoughts to flee my mind.
“Oh, my God!” My head falls back, my core coils with warmth, and my legs tremble while Dean wraps both his strong arms around my thighs and grips tightly. I lean back, but Dean suddenly jerks me a few inches down the bed until I’m much closer to him and thrusts his tongue deep inside me.
I can’t breathe. My heart beats so wildly that my teeth ache. Pleasure warms my belly faster than I’m ready for while Dean kisses, sucks, and licks my pussy like he’s a man starved. Each stroke of his warm tongue against me is like a spark of electricity. His grip on my thighs is surely tight enough to bruise, but there’s no pain.
With my legs over his shoulders, the angle forces me slightly onto my own and I’m powerless to resist. Not that I want to. I don’t need to do anything but exist in the onslaught of pleasure he’s delivering. I arch my back, curl my toes, and twist my hands into the bedsheets below me.
Dean’s warm tongue grows firm over my clit each time his sucking kisses turn into insistent pressure. I can barely track what he’s doing. He’s all over me. He’s inside me. He’s licking and sucking and kissing andmoaningso deeply, it’s like vibrations against my clit.
My head spins, my blood boils, and sweat clings to the back of my neck as he drives me higher and higher.
I come with a cry, curling one leg around his neck and lifting my hips to his eager mouth while pulse after rapid pulse of pleasure takes me. Every breath trembles out of me and for a few long seconds, it feels like I’m suspended in the air with only his hands keeping me steady.
The rapid flexing of my core slows after the first five or so seconds, and I slump back down onto the bed, panting. Dean continues to kiss against me until I’m flat on the bed, gasping for air. Only then does he pull away with a final kiss to my mound.
Our eyes meet and a soft laugh escapes me at how his beard glistens with my juices, not that he seems to mind. He leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh where his beard grazed my skin, but it’s a pleasant warmth.
“See?” Dean says, briefly licking his lower lip. “Breakfast is important.”
No sooner are the words out of his mouth than the ringtone of a phone rises up from the floor amid the pile of discarded clothes from last night. Dean caresses my knee as he glances over the edge of the bed, then he leans down and locates his phone. The relaxed, easy expression on his handsome face rapidly vanishes and I’m faced with a man resembling the first time Dean and I met in his office.
“Damn,” he murmurs.
“Everything okay?”
“I hate to leave you like this,” Dean says, his brow furrowing, “but I really have to go.”
“He left?”Bobby leans up from working on the engine of our car and grabs the oil-soaked rag from his belt to clean his hands.
I nod and offer him a fresh cup of coffee. “What’s wrong with the car?”
“Nothing. I’m just making sure it stays that way since you won’t let me cover the MOT.”
“Bobby—”
“I know, I know.” He throws both hands up then takes the cup. “But you know, if we get caught driving this, then you’ll have more problems than just an out-of-date road tax.”
Puffing out my cheeks, I glance at the engine as if I have any hope of understanding anything about it and nod. “I’ll start taking an Uber.”
“You know Dean would send a car, right?”
My stomach drops. Last night was amazing, there’s no denying that. And this morning was the best way I’ve woken up any morning, ever. But it was wrong. Now that Dean isn’t here with me and I’ve had time to think over my actions, I know it was wrong.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby frowns over the cup. “Why do you look so troubled all of a sudden?”
I can’t meet his eyes. “I fucked up.”
“How?”
“You know how.”
