Page 69 of Scandalous Kingpin
Until I was floating on a cloud, blissfully unaware of my surroundings. My feet hit the ground but Christian steadied me, offering me his strength. It was a good thing too because my quivering legs didn’t stand a chance of holding me upright.
“I want to reciprocate,” I murmured into the crook of his neck. Nervous jitters buzzed through me, and Christian, being who he was, picked up on it.
“You don’t have to.”
I smiled and watched him, my gaze heavy.
“There’s nothing I want more,” I whispered, hesitating only for a moment. “It’s just that I… I haven’t done it before.”
I swallowed as awareness settled between us and I slid to the floor. His hand gently—painfullygently—came to the back of my neck, gathering up my hair with his deft fingers.
Tension rolled through him and I paused, locking eyes with him. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it. Right?”
I was scared I’d be a disappointment. Or even worse, set him back in his healing. Over the past weeks, I noticed Christian getting more comfortable with touch. It made me hopeful that he craved me as much as I did him. But I knew we hadn’t crossed all the bridges, and there were still ghosts haunting him. I witnessed the occasional bad dream or look full of old ghosts.
“I like everything you do, wife.”
I studied every inch of his beautiful body, from the strong column of his throat down to his muscular abdomen. And then there was the tattoo on his abs that resembled the skull in his club in Philly, right below the Kingpins of the Syndicate sign. Itmade me drool as I explored it, trailing my fingers over his hard muscles all the way down to his erection.
My hand trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. And it was then that I noticed the ink etched on his cock.
“What is that?” I rasped, leaning forward. His cock was tattooed with vines, the evergreen climbing over the length of his shaft, blue, black, and red ink swirling around it like…ivy.
“You told me to get a tattoo.” He shrugged, but his blue eyes were blazing.
I had no words, the implications of this hitting me all at once. When had he…? “I didn’t mean on your dick.”
“If you want me to tattoo you on my chest, I’ll do that too. Want my entire body inked in ivy and the letters of your name? Just say the word.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.That was hot as hell.
“No, don’t,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. “I like it just like this. Our own little secret.”
“Forever,” he breathed, and I drowned in his gaze. Emotions threatened to swallow me whole as I leaned forward, rubbing my cheek against his length. Hard and thick. Smooth and warm.
A shiver racked his body before he brought the head of his shaft to my lips.
I licked him from base to tip and he pulled in a strained breath as he watched me with eyes that had grown hazy. I laved at him with my tongue, humming with approval. I ran my tongue across his crown and then finally slid him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” His head fell back, before he returned his eyes on me and cupped my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. “Suck,” he demanded.
My pulse drummed between my thighs at his command, and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. I sucked him, taking him deeper into my mouth, gliding up and down.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly, and my gaze instantly flicked to his. “That’s it, angel. Fuck, I love you so much.”
A raw wave of warmth flickered in my chest at the tender look in his eyes. Wisps of eternal love settled in and sealed our fates.
He inched deeper and my eyes watered. I stilled and he held my face as he fucked my mouth. He gave me everything, holding nothing back.
I moaned around his cock, and he started thrusting into my mouth, faster and faster. Harder. Flesh slapped against flesh. Gurgles rose up my throat and then he pulled out at the last second and came all over my face—thick, salty ropes of cum coating my skin.
I watched him with his cum dripping off my face and darted my tongue out to lick as much of it as I could.
“Jesus fucking Christ, angel,” he breathed, running a thumb across my bottom lip. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
A small squeal escaped me when he suddenly lifted me by the backs of my thighs and laid me back on the bed.
“What are you doing to me?”
