Page 126 of Dirty Husband
Harder.
There.
"Fuck." She groans as I lick her right where she needs me.
I do it again and again.
I push her closer and closer to the edge.
Then over it.
With the next flick of my tongue, she comes. She groans my name again and again, fighting my hands, rocking against my mouth.
Fuck, she tastes good. Sweeter.
My cock begs for more. It's desperate to be inside her. I'm desperate to be inside her.
But this first.
I don't give her relief. I work her through her orgasm. Then I scrape my nails against her thighs.
Hard enough she gasps.
"Shep." She tries to reach for me. Moans as the restraints catch her. "Fuck."
I keep her pinned as I work her through another orgasm.
She comes fast this time. Hard.
She rocks against my mouth, letting out a groan that's equal parts agony and ecstasy.
It's music. Better than music. Because who gives a fuck about melody when there's Jasmine's groan?
"Fuck." Her breath hitches in her throat. "Fuck me, please. I want to come on your cock."
My balls tighten.
"Please." She looks down at me. Makes her voice soft. Obedient. "Please, sir."
Fuck. I can't resist that. It's impossible.
Still. I make her wait. Stand as I undress. First my shoes and socks. Then the tie. Shirt.
She watches carefully as I slide my slacks off my hips.
Then the boxers.
She stares at my cock like it's her favorite meal. Maybe it is. Maybe she feels the same way I do. I need to make her come. To watch her, feel her, taste her.
I shift onto the bed. Place my body between her legs. But I don't fuck her.
I slip a finger inside her. Then two. Three.
She groans as I stretch her wide.
She wants to fuck me. I want to fuck her.
But she needs to earn it first. "You're going to come on my hand, princess."
