Page 98 of Devious Kingpin
She came so hard her body trembled, and I held her hips still so I could keep fucking her with my tongue. She was the altar to which I was always meant to worship.
My wife slumped back, lying in a boneless heap on the bed.
My balls ached and my cock was rock hard. Painfully so. I had to get to the bathroom and jerk off, or I’d get no fucking sleep tonight.
I moved to get off the bed, but Juliette stopped me, her fingers wrapping around my forearm. “Wait.”
She stared at my cock. “Let me take care of you.”
Her fingers brushed over my shaft and I sucked in a sharp breath.
“This was for you,” I said, voice coarse as ever. “You’re not ready for more.”
As much as I wanted her to be ready for it all, we had time and there was no need to rush. We had our entire lives.
Juliette wouldn’t have it though. Her nails dug into my thighs, her eyes locking on my cock that seemed to respond under her gaze. Precum glistened on the tip of it and the way she licked her lips had my dick throbbing.
“I want to make you feel good,” she whispered.
“Juliette…”
The word died on my lips, morphing into a groan the second her hand wrapped around my cock. She shifted down my body, then leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head of my length, lapping up the beads of precum.
“Mmmm,” she hummed, like she approved.
Fuck, that noise!
She took me fully in her mouth and all my reason ceased to exist. All I could concentrate on was her warm mouth around me. The sounds she made as she bobbed her head, back and forth. I was in heaven.
Nothing, fucking nothing, could feel better than this.
My blood shot through my veins like lava while my heart pumped hard with lust and love. It had to be love. She felt like home. Like a need that I couldn’t live without.
I tangled my hands in Juliette’s hair, her head bobbing up and down. She was so fucking beautiful. I loved her sassiness. Her spirit. And most of all, her soft side in those rare times she let me see it.
She attempted to fit all of me down her throat, but let out a small, frustrated sound. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, only the popping sound filling the space.
Her eyes snapped to me, flashing in defiance.
“I’m not done,” she mumbled frustrated.
“Let’s try a different—”
“Dante, I said, I’m not done,” she hissed, cutting me off. Fuck, she was sassy and that made me even harder.
“Thank God,” I rasped. “We’re just going to swap positions, but you tell me if it gets to be too much. Okay?”
She nodded and I repositioned her on her back again. My body hovered over her. Instantly, she froze, her eyes filling with anguish.
“Okay, that won’t work,” I muttered, getting to my feet before she had a full-blown panic attack.
She jumped up from the bed. “Please don’t go.”
I cupped her cheek, the vulnerability in her eyes gutting me. If I could kill that fucking asshole all over again, I would.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her, both of us standing chest to chest. My thumb brushed over her lower lip gently and her tongue darted out, licking the pad of it, sucking it into her mouth.
She slowly lowered down to her knees. The queen didn’t belong on her knees, but fuck, I wasn’t a saint nor was I a man with morals. The image would forever be seared into my mind.
