Page 94 of Corrupted Pleasure
He kicked off his boxers and my eyes widened. I was right. Liam wasverywell equipped. Definitely bigger than an average man, but then there was nothing average about this man in front of me.
“Want my cock in your mouth?” I shuddered with anticipation at his question.
I lowered to my knees slowly; my eyes locked on his gaze. The muscle in his jaw ticked, as if he hung by a thread, reining in his control. I wanted him to lose it, just as I lost all my control around him.
I slid my hands up his thighs and opened my mouth, my gaze never breaking our eye contact. He put his hand on my head and he thrust inside, the warm salty taste of him delicious. I shuddered with delight as he glided across my tongue and I hummed my delight.
I was getting drunk off the taste of him.
My eyes fluttered shut, but he snapped, “Eyes on me, my céile.”
I blinked my confusion and he translated, “Mywife.” I grew hotter. The way he uttered those words sounded possessive, endearing, worshiping. “Now suck me off.”
My clit pulsed, every fiber of me completely turned on by his dominance. I held his gaze and held on to his thick, strong thighs as he thrust in and out of my mouth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he praised. “Let me all the way in.” I relaxed my jaw and throat, and Liam thrust deeper until I gagged. “So perfect,” he purred.
I moaned and my nails dug into his thighs. I let him deep throat me, gagging on his length.
Yet, I had never felt more powerful. His eyes grew dark and hazy, and heat bloomed in my stomach then moved lower. My pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside me and I squeezed my thighs together to ease the ache. This was for him, to see him unravel just as he unraveled me.
He grasped my face between his two rough palms, caressing my cheek with a thumb gently.
“That’s right, Wife,” he purred. “Take every inch of me.”
God, I had no idea how it was possible to fall for someone so quickly. The startling revelation hit while I was on my knees, giving him a blow job. Yet, the expression on his face, the way he was coming undone because of me, was the best kind of aphrodisiac. He was teetering on the edge of control, and I had the power to take him over.
I relaxed and breathed through my nose, taking him deeper. He pushed, then stilled and pushed deeper. I swallowed and he slipped in deeper. His hips pumped him all the way into my throat, while he held my head. He murmured soft words I couldn’t recognize, I thought they were Gaelic. He drew back, I took a breath, and he pushed back in.
He swelled in my mouth and I sucked him, my tongue swirling around his shaft and I could feel him pulse. His groan rumbled from low in his throat, turning hoarse, as he came down the back of my throat. I swallowed his cum and licked my lips, my skin growing hot under his stare.
He pulled out of my mouth with a soft pop, our eyes locked as he ran a thumb across my bottom lip. I was in heaven, the taste of him still in my mouth.
“So gorgeous,” he breathed. “My wife can obey when she wants to, huh?”
CHAPTER40
Liam
My céile.
My wife. Nothing had ever sounded so fucking right. She was mine now and there was nothing and nobody on this earth that would take her from me.
I swept my thumb over her luscious lips curved into a triumphant smile. She was smugly satisfied with herself, still on her knees. And she had every right to be. I had never come so hard in my whole goddamn life.
Heavens, she was perfect. She had the most beautiful, luscious body with generous curves. And the lust and hunger lurking in her eyes matched my own.
“You’ll be the death of me,” I muttered more to myself. I was too old for her, but fuck if I cared. She was mine and anyone that dared to touch her would find a painful end.
“I’m sorry.” She bit her bottom lip, lust lingering in her stunning eyes. She didn’t look sorry at all.
“I don’t think you are.”
A smile spread across her face and she tilted her head as if contemplating the way she wanted this thing between us to go. As if there was a choice. There was only one way it could go.
“You know, I think you’re right.” She lifted her chin a few inches, showing me her little flare of defiance that I’d come to know so well. “I’m not sorry. Maybe you ought to spank me and make me sorry.”
Little minx.
