Page 122 of Dirty Husband
Until he's shaking.
Until I'm the one in control.
For a moment, his eyes close. His fingers curl into the back of my head. His lips part with a groan.
For a moment, he surrenders to me.
Without warning, he pushes hard on the back of my head, pushing my mouth over his cock.
He goes deep. Deep enough I gag. Even with my hand wrapped around him.
He doesn't wait. He pulls back and does it again.
His hand stays firm. He's keeping me in place. Reminding me he's in control.
It makes my sex clench.
It fills me with feminine power.
Yes, he's in control. But I'm what he wants. And this is what I want too.
I'm not sure who's bending to whose will.
No, it's not like that. We're satisfying each other. It's perfect. The only time the two of us have ever been perfect.
Hell, it's the most perfect relationship in my life.
A groan falls off his lips as he slams into my mouth. It's hard enough it hurts. Hard enough I gag. But that only winds me tighter.
I swallow to relax my throat. When he slams again, I take it a little easier.
Then easier.
He tugs at my hair. "Fuck, princess." He rocks into me again. "You're too good with that pretty mouth."
I wrap my lips around my teeth.
He cups my cheek. A soft, tender gesture as he thrusts into my mouth.
Then his hand is on my shoulder, my neck, my breast. He toys with my nipple as he thrusts into me.
My sex pangs with every brush of his hands. With every rock of his hips.
It's so fucking sexy, being on my knees for him, surrendering to his demands, his force, his body.
His brow knots. All that tension winding in him. Tighter and tighter—
Because of me.
I'm making him come.
I'm driving him wild.
With his next thrust, I suck on his tip.
"Fuck," he growls. Then he thrusts into me again. Harder. Faster.
So fast I barely keep up.
