Page 69 of Devious Kingpin
“I haven’t,” I assured her, smiling smugly. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her jealousy. It meant she wasn’t as indifferent toward me as she let me believe for the past two years. “Trust me, I’d never been cuffed or used cuffs before. Priest left these.” She raised a surprised brow while curiosity flared in her eyes. “They’re brand new,” I added. “I’ll get better ones from the sex store.” I winked. Her face turned crimson, but she couldn’t hide her lingering curiosity.Ah, it would seem she liked the idea of going to the sex store. “But you’ll have to go with me,” I added. “Do we have a deal?”
She blew out a breath with less gusto than usual. “I guess, if I must.”
“You must,” I confirmed. “Now, come and cuff me, wife. I know you’ve been dreaming of this your whole life.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite to it. Her smile was too soft and her blush told me she was eager to try this.
She kicked off her Uggs, then she drew her yellow pullover over her head. Her breathing was heavy, but there was an eagerness in her gaze she couldn’t hide. Her hips swayed as she made her way toward our bed, but she kept her eyes on me.
My cock twitched with each step she took closer to me. The pushup bra she wore hid her breasts from me, but I could still see how full and gorgeous they were. I couldn’t wait to taste them. To hear more of her moans as I sucked on her nipples.
Fuck.
We’d have to hurry up or I’d truly come in my boxers.
The mattress dipped as she crawled onto the bed, then came to rest between my spread legs. She reached for the cuffs, her body above me and her boobs hovering right by my face. I couldn’t resist lifting my head and licking her right nipple over the thin material.
She shuddered, and before I could wonder whether it was in pleasure, a tiny moan slipped from her lips. It was heaven. It was fucking hell.
Click.
“You’re cuffed,” she announced softly and she fell back down my body, straddling my hips. “Now what?”
Her eyes darted to my lips and she licked her own. The sight had my cock straining for her pussy. But she was still wearing jeans.
“Maybe you can lose the jeans and your panties,” I suggested. “If you feel comfortable.”
It wasn’t as if I was experienced in fooling around while being cuffed. But this was for her. For our future. She nodded before standing and shimmying her jeans and panties down her gorgeous legs. Her bra followed, joining the pool of clothes on the floor. My cock jumped eagerly. She was breathtaking, but it was so much more than that. Her eyes sparkled cobalt blue, the lightest shade I’d ever seen them turn. Her auburn hair spilled down her back, following the graceful curve of her shoulders. Her fair skin tempted to be marked. Ruined. The sight of those full breasts and pebbled nipples was almost enough to set me off.
I couldn’t wait until she was ready for me to touch her. If I could tattoo myself onto her skin, I totally would. She was already buried in my heart and etched into my soul; I wanted to return the favor.
“You have a beautiful body,” I rasped and her eyes snapped to me. Vulnerable. Fierce. Stubborn. Juliette had layers for it all.
“So do you,” she murmured.
Her gaze traveled over me, from my calves, up my muscular legs, then lingered at the tent in my boxers. She darted a look my way, then let it fall back to my cock as it strained, eager for her touch.
She sat next to me, and to my shock, her hand wrapped around my cock through my boxers. A tortured groan left my lips and my hips bucked into her palm.
“Touch me later,” I growled. “Straddle me and sit on my face.”
I watched in fascination as she obeyed me, her generous breasts rising up and down with each breath. The dim lights of our bedroom reflected against her glossy dark strands. It reflected colors of auburn and dark brown. One day, I’d wrap my fist around her long hair and fuck her mouth. But not now. Tonight was for her.
Her legs parted and she scooted up my body. Her inner thighs were slick from her arousal and left smears over my chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Her scent was intoxicating.
Juliette’s hands came to my shoulders, holding on for balance.
“This is gonna be awkward,” she grumbled, shifting up and trying to figure out how to do this gracefully. I didn’t want grace. I wanted her pussy. On my face. Now.
“Juliette,” I rasped, my control rattling the bars of its cage. “Fuck awkward. Sit on my face. I want your pussy to suffocate me. Now!”
My wife gasped in shock. If my hands were free, I’d slap her ass to get her going.
“But you won’t be able to breathe,” she protested on a whimper.
“If there is a way to die, it’s with your pussy on my face,” I growled. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
With a shocked and excited expression, she scooted further up my body, her hands reaching for the headboard to steady herself. I tilted my head upward and inhaled deeply, then licked a slow path over her entrance. She smelled like heaven.
