Page 110 of The Proposal Pact
Immediately, I moan around him, loving the feel of his cock inside my mouth.
I’ve never been with anyone as large and thick as Clover is. It’s almost too much and I love every long inch of it.
“Last night wasn’t enough for you?”
“Never,” I say around him, without realizing how much I mean that.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, thrusting into my mouth with increased intensity. “Your mouth… God, why does it feel so good?”
His words only spur me on, sucking him faster and deeper.
Suddenly, I feel Clover’s hand on my neck as he slows his thrusts. I look up, finding his intense gaze on mine as he licks his lips. “Relax for me, wife. I want to try something. I want to feel myself here.”
For a second, I don’t understand what he means but then he starts sliding down deeper into my throat, and I gag.
“Shh. I said, relax.” He gently rubs his thumb over my throat, and I swallow hard, understanding dawning on me. “Yes,” he praises softly, when I try to relax and breathe through my nose.
Clover starts to slide deeper again and this time I don’t gag, allowing him to do as he pleases. Reveling in the feeling.
“Oh, what a good wife,” he moans, the sound dripping with sex as he slides his hand over my throat. “Swallow,” he commands, and I do, my throat burning around his length. But I’d do anything he tells me right now.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Clover groans, his eyes hooded as he slides up and down, feeling his cock inside me. “You love it, don’t you?” I nod in agreement. “What else do you love? When I fuck your tight pussy?” I nod again.
Clover stops, his cock deep down my throat. “How about when I call you my wife? Do you love that?” This time I don’t nod, I moan, shifting on my legs because my pussy throbs—truly throbs—whenever he calls me that.
“Of course, you do. Because you are…mine,” he grunts and thrusts his hips into my mouth again.
I have no idea who this man is right now, but I’ll take every second of it.
I swallow again and moan, inexplicably turned on by what he’s doing to me. My pussy is throbbing, pulsing so hard in between my legs I’m almost shaking with the need to come.
Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, his cock thickens inside my mouth and he comes with one long, strong thrust, slapping his balls against my face on a guttural groan as he grips my hair hard and unrelenting, not allowing me to pull away for even a moment as I take every drop of him inside, swallowing.
He doesn’t realize it, but I wouldn’t pull away even if he begged me. I want his cum. I want it so fucking much. I've wanted to break his control from day one.
Clover slips from my mouth, somehow still very hard, but if I thought we’re done after this, oh boy, am I wrong.
That animalistic glint in his eyes is shining even brighter as he swipes me off my knees, pushes me up against the cold tile wall and slams his mouth against mine, taking it just as rough with his lips as he did with his cock.
I moan, attempting to wrap my arms around his neck, but instead hit the showerhead, sending the spray in a completely opposite direction halfway over the glass. The shower is small and uncomfortable and it’s cold without the water.
Clover doesn’t seem to care, though. Not in the slightest as he drops to his knees, pulls my legs around his shoulders and sinks his tongue inside my pussy.
“Ohmigod,” I scream, clutching at anything I can find.
“Fucking heaven,” he murmurs into me and sucks my clit. Hard. “My wife’s pussy is so damn sweet. I knew I should’ve had it sooner. Come on, weep for me. Feed me your cum for breakfast.”
My head hits against the tiled wall as I shake from that filthy mouth of his. Filthy in every way. Within a minute of his skillful tongue working me, I come.
I come fast and hard, tearing his hair out with how hard I’m gripping it. My orgasm shakes my whole body, and I start to slide down until my butt hits the floor and Clover is locked around my legs in the most uncomfortable position but I’m too spent to move.
“Okay, shower sex is not as comfortable as they make it seem.” I sigh, still catching my breath.
“No, it’s not,” Clover agrees. “But we’re still doing it because if I don’t get my cock inside your weeping pussy in the next five seconds, I’ll die.” He untangles himself from my legs, his impressive cock, hard and ready to go again.
I lick my lips. “We can’t have that. I’m too small to carry and bury your huge dead body. I mean, can you imagine the logistics? I’d have to get you rolled onto a blanket or something and drag you out. And how would one get you in a car—”
“Sophie! With all the love in the world, shut up.” Clover lifts me up, twisting me so I’m facing the wall, grips my hips and thrusts inside me before I can say another rambling word.
