Page 37 of Blood & Lace
For a second, I wasn't sure if he meant what I was doing with his cock or ass. But when he clenched around my finger, my brain clicked on. He lifted his leg and placed it over my shoulder.If I tried that move, I'd bust my ass, but my elegant husband didn't so much as waver on his six-inch heels.
He's amazing.
I pushed my finger in deeper and nearly lost my mind at how hot and tight he felt. My cock leaked in my boxers no doubt leaving behind a sticky mess as I sucked my husband off while fingering him.
A single glance up and anger warred with the ecstasy threatening to flood my system. Instead of me, my husband was staring in the direction of the dead body. A growl worked up my throat and surrounded his cock as I curled my finger in search of what I knew I needed to gain his full attention. I pressed down on Onyx's prostate and his leg buckled. I caught him as I relentlessly massaged it. His cock leaked more precum down my throat, and I greedily swallowed it up.
"Fuck, Lucero." His gaze was back on me. His pupils were blown, leaving only the tiniest bit of color left. His thrusts quickened as his ass clenched down on my finger.
That's right, only look at me. Only see me.
Onyx's lashes fluttered as his mouth opened and released a slew of French words I wouldn’t have been able to catch even with a translator nearby.
Hot sprays of cum hit the back of my tongue and dragged a moan out of me. I swallowed every drop and even gathered the little bit that spilled and swallowed it too. I licked my lips and cleaned his cock completely before leaning back. I didn't want to, but I gently pulled my finger out of him. I wanted to stay there desperately. An airiness surrounded me as I took in quick breaths. My cock was rock hard, but if Onyx said he wanted me to suck him off again and I wasn't allowed to touch myself, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
My husband dropped his leg from my shoulder and placed his black heeled shoe against my aching cock. He pressed down,and I nearly climaxed. Pain and pleasure was a heady mixture not many people could give me. That wouldn't be the case with Onyx, I just knew it.
"Call your men in here to clean this shit up and take me home. We're not done."
My blood rushed so loudly it felt as if I was standing next to a waterfall. Even so, I didn't dare miss a single word from Onyx's mouth.
He slipped his panties off. "Open."
My lips parted on command and he stuffed them into my mouth. The groan that left me bounced off the walls and reverberated back to us.
"Keep them there till we get home. Take them out or drop them, and I will be going to bed with a dildo instead of you." Onyx scraped his sharp nails over my scalp. "Good boy."
Pleasure raced down my spine, and I groaned. I was going to cum before we even made it home. Onyx chuckled as he attempted to leave me behind. I was standing in seconds, grabbing a hold of my husband. He wasn't getting away, not ever. I sent a message for the all clear and the first of my men made their way in.
They came my way, Jimmy limping just slightly. He was favoring his right side. It might have been my fault but he had a job to do.
"Any specifics, sir?" Jimmy asked.
I could feel Onyx's eyes boring into me. He was waiting for me to fuck up but there was no chance it was happening. Not when I was promised more of him.
When I didn't answer, Jimmy's gaze moved from me to Onyx. The slight interest there was enough for me to act. My fists collided with his abdomen and he went down with a grunt.
"Sorry, sir."
I didn't need to speak for him to know he'd fucked up. The other three took healthy steps back knowing not to piss me off. I jerked my head at the corpse on the ground and they turned to look.
"Consider it taken care of, sir," Jimmy wheezed. He kept his gaze away and off my husband. It was the only reason I hadn't killed him.
"Make sure there isn't anything left behind but his body." Onyx placed his card into the front pocket of the guy's jacket.
When my men didn't respond, I stepped behind him and glared their way. They corrected their behavior instantly.
"Yes, sir."
I moved the lace around in my mouth, wishing it tasted more like Onyx. I glanced down at my husband, who sported a smirk. I swept him off his feet and set off at a run.
"Lucero," Onyx shouted. There was laughter behind it as he held onto me. "Slow down."
No way in hell.
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