Page 67 of Blood & Lace
My husband climbed the bed, taking all my focus the moment he made his way between my thighs.
His delicate fingers wrapped around my thick cock, not closing fully around. It shouldn’t look so good but the sight alone had more precum dripping from my length.
“Someone is thinking naughty thoughts,” Onyx teased. His mouth was so close as he breathed and whispered against my cock.
I grunted, wanting to beg for him to just have me already to do whatever he wanted to me.
“If you can hold it in, I’ll give you a reward.” He didn’t so much as warn me before dragging his wet tongue up the underside of my cock.
Every inch of me trembled. How was I supposed to hold it in when Onyx’s lips were wrapped tightly around my cock. Heat swallowed me whole, and I nearly lost it.
I’m not going to last.
Air sawed in and out of my lungs as Onyx toyed with my cock. If it wasn’t his mouth, it was his skillful hands. Every touch from him nearly broke me.
Be good for him.
“My own personal human dildo.” He rubbed his palm in circles over my tip. All I could muster were groans and moans as my hips lifted slightly off the bed. “It even leaks like a whore.”
A needy mewl ripped from the middle of my chest as he continued to play with me.
“Look how wet.” He held his fingers up after collecting some of my precum. The sticky fluid dripped between his fingers. He brought them to his lips and slowly licked every drop up. His groan rivaled the one he let out while trying the cake.
Fuck.
Onyx pushed a few strands of his platinum hair behind his ear before he swallowed my cock back down. The tight fit of histhroat was nearly enough to put me in a tailspin. Pleasure was all I knew as shock waves of need continued to cascade against my psyche.
Too much.
My groans and grunts only seemed to cheer Onyx on. He hummed around my cock and my entire body floated off the bed. The vibrations wrapped around my length and went straight to my balls. The noises coming from me were nothing short of needy and desperate.
What nearly broke me was the way he reached behind and fingered his ass. I wanted to see, to watch the torture unfold right before my eyes. As if Onyx knew exactly what I’d been thinking, he twisted around and swung his legs over me. I got a front row seat to his fingers stuffed into his ass. His pink hole stretched around his digits. I had to wonder how the fuck my cock fit inside of him.
Pleasure dragged another heady moan from me. This was too much; I was going to cum. My hands opened and closed as I fought not to break free and grab hold of Onyx. My tongue flicked against the ball in my mouth as I imagined it was his hole instead.
Time was nothing more than a foreign concept to me as Onyx drove me insane. My entire body felt like it was one pleasurable lick away from unraveling. Before I knew it, my husband's glorious ass was taken away from me.
His big blue eyes looked back down at me. “Good boy,” Onyx praised.
My chest filled with the desire to always please him. It felt so fucking good to hear him praise me.
I’ll be so good for you.
Onyx reached behind my head and took the gag off, freeing me to say what I desperately wanted to say since the moment he laid his hands on me.
“I lov—” My voice cracked slightly, cutting off my words.
“Don’t even think about cumming until I say you can.” He moved back until his ass hovered over my saliva slicked cock. Without warning, Onyx slammed down, taking my cock fully. My husband didn’t give me a single second as he lifted and bounced up and down on my length as if it was his own personal toy. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this feeling.”
He wouldn’t have to. I planned to always be available for him to use when and wherever he pleased.
I tried to move in order to fuck him just how I knew he liked, but I was still a prisoner, unable to move my arms or legs.
Onyx grinned down at me as he slid up my cock before slamming back down. Our skin slapped together in thunderous claps.
Pleasure made everything in my head feel like mush and I was left with nothing more than ecstasy. I couldn’t think straight and all I knew was I needed to cum. I wanted to paint Onyx’s insides.
“Please, fuck—uh, so good—fuck, fuck. Please. I can’t—please. Please.” My words bled into one another as I pleaded for Onyx to have mercy on me, to never stop, to do so much more to me. “Onyx, please. Oh God.”
