Page 59 of Bloody Vows
Simone’s eyes widen. “You—I won’t?—”
"You will." I step toward her, closing in on her. "You'll kneel for me, and you'll use that smart mouth for something other than defying me."
“I—”
“You will get on your knees now, Simone, or I’ll fuck your ass before I leave this room. We can go all night.Ican go all night. I’ve spent two days in a Vegas hotel room fucking my fist instead of my wife, and now I want to come down your pretty throat. I want to remind my wife of what her place is. Soget on your fucking knees,Simone.”
For a moment, I think she's going to refuse. She stands there, chest rising quickly with her every breath, looking at me with that violent stubbornness that I know might be my end. Butgod, even if she manages to fucking kill me, I’m going to find out what her mouth feels like before this is over.
She throws me one last, furious look, and then sinks to her knees in front of me.
“I hate you,” she whispers, looking up at me. My cock throbs painfully at the sight. It’s everything I imagined and more, Simone, my wife, on her knees with her face upturned to me, her lips inches from my cock, her hair trailing around her face. In a few moments, I’ll be in that warm, perfect mouth, and the ache that sweeps through me sinks down to my bones.
"I know." Her admission of hate doesn’t amuse me like it usually does. I don’t smirk down at her, don’t tease or bait her.My wife wants me dead.That realization thrums in my head as my hands go to my belt, and her eyes follow the movement. I can see her throat work as she swallows, can see the way her hands tremble as she rests them on her thighs.
I reach out with one hand, trailing my fingers down the side of her throat in a gesture too gentle for what’s happening, as I drag my zipper down with the other. “Are you ready to suck your first cock,célie?”
She stares at me mutely, fire burning in her eyes. Need sears through my veins as I look at her perfect mouth, as I relish the knowledge that my cock will be the first one to ever touch herlips. I’m the only man she’s ever touched, ever kissed, ever had in any intimate way. The thought of it makes me throb, my balls tightening as I open the front of my pants and ease my aching length free.
The possessiveness that thought triggers is almost overwhelming.
Simone makes a small sound in the back of her throat as she looks at my thick cock just in front of her face. Whether it's fear or arousal, I can't tell. I wrap my hand around the base, angling my shaft downward so the tip is nearly touching her lips. Pre-cum pearls at the tip, and I can feel the thick vein along the top throbbing against my palm as I nudge my swollen cockhead against her stubbornly closed mouth. Even just the soft heat of her lips brushing against it feels like fucking heaven.
"Open your mouth."
Simone glares at me. I meet her gaze, a warning in mine. A promise of how long we can draw this out if she doesn’t submit to her punishment.
She hesitates for a moment, then parts her lips. I push my cockhead between them, sliding the first inch into her mouth as her lips stretch around me, letting her feel the weight of me against her tongue.
"That's it," I murmur, threading the fingers of my other hand through her dark hair. "Take me in,célie. Let me feel that beautiful mouth."
Her full lips pout around my cock as she struggles to adapt to my size. I feel her teeth catch against the crown—not intentionally, but because she doesn’t know what she’s doing. With any other woman, it would be off-putting, but there's something incredibly erotic about her inexperience. About the fact that I know, beyond a doubt, that this is the first time Simone is ever experiencing a man’s cock in her mouth.
I slide out until only the tip is between her lips.
“Use your tongue,” I instruct, my voice rough with need. “Slide it around the tip,célie. I want to feel you taste what I have for you. Tease me. Learn me—” I groan as she hesitates, then obeys, her tongue laving over the sensitive head of my cock, licking away the pre-cum before she flicks it against the soft skin just beneath.
It feels so fucking good. Her warm, wet, inexperienced mouth, testing and tasting me, her wide, dark eyes glaring up into mine. I’m angry with her too—angry over her betrayal, over her refusal to make this easier for us both, over being forced to come home early from my work trip and listen to both my father and my peer berate me because my wife won’t learn her place. It’s immensely satisfying to see her on her knees like this, and even though I know it will likely solve nothing, even though I know it might even make some things worse, I can’t help it.
My hand tangles in her hair, urging her forward. “Take a little more,célie. Yes, just like that—” I groan as an inch of my cock slides over her tongue, her straining, hot mouth enveloping me. I have to grip her hair tighter to keep from losing control completely. The sight of her on her knees in front of me, her lips stretched around my cock, her eyes bright with unshed tears—it's almost too much. It’s insane, because I’ve had dozens of blowjobs from women far more skilled and eager, begging for my cock—but this moment, this woman, this sensation… it all has me on the verge of blowing my load far sooner than I’m ready to.
“Just like that,” I growl, as she takes another inch. “Take me deeper. I want your nose pressed against my skin, Simone. I want all of my cock down your throat. Show me how sorry my wife is. How good of a girl she’s going to be.”
Her head jerks back at that, her eyes flaring wide, but my grip on her hair doesn’t ease, my hand still around the base of my cock as I feed it into her mouth. I push deeper, feeling the headpress into the back of her throat, and the sensation makes my head swim.
“Swallow my cock,célie,” I urge. “Let me feel you choke on it.”
Simone makes a strangled noise as my hips twitch, pushing me into her throat, and I feel her muscles convulse around my shaft as I sink down to the hilt, the base of my cock pressed to her lips and her nose grazing the taut flesh of my abdomen as I twist my hand in her hair and hold her there.
Fuck.I can feel her struggling to breathe, her throat spasming around my thick length, and I keep her there a moment too long before I yank her back off of me, freeing my cock from her mouth as she gasps with tears rolling down her cheeks.
The sight should appall me. Should make me stop, should make me pull back and comfort her.
Instead, it drives me closer to the edge.
The sight of her swollen lips and teary eyes, knowing it’s because a moment ago she was choking on my cock, makes me feel slightly insane. When she’s had a second to breathe, I tap her mouth with my cockhead, eyes narrowed as I guide her head back to me with my hand.
“Take it again,célie,” I demand, and this time I don’t go as slowly as I fill her throat with my cock for a second time.
