Page 12 of Call Sign: King
His erratic push on her shoulders sent her to her knees in front of him. Saliva flooded her mouth as her body prepared for what was coming. It was a submissive position she’d been in more times than she could count — and she’d loved every single moment of her submission.
Ryder fumbled with the buckle of his belt, quickly unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants, shoving the fabric down his legs just far enough for his rock-hard cock to spring forward.
“Open wide for me, Princess. I’m not going to be gentle.”
That didn’t surprise her. She’d learned, the longer their separation, the more desperate her husband was to reclaim her when they were together again. More importantly, spending time in public as they had tonight — where he had to watch people touch her, in ways Ryder never could in public — always brought out his inner caveman. She’d not only learned to expect his domineering reaction, but she cherished it.
The tip of his cock crashed into her tonsils on his first thrust. For a brief second, Khloe panicked at the sudden loss of air but with effort, she slowly relaxed enough to resist pushing away.
He will never let anything hurt me — especially himself.
There’d been a time when she’d been embarrassed by the gagging sounds she created as Ryder aggressively fucked her throat, but knowing how much her sadist husband got off on her struggle to handle his girth only made her pussy throb instead.
Ryder’s thrusting hips set a brutal pace, only pulling out long enough for her to gasp a quick sip of air.
“Eyes,” he barked, his voice cracking under his growing need.
Khloe angled her neck, lifting her gaze until their eyes met. His dark glare told her he was already on the edge.
“Christ, I’ve never seen you more beautiful than you are right now. On your knees for me… your mouth full of me… your trust and submission, even as my cock chokes off your air supply.”
Tears flooded her eyes, making her handsome husband blur before her as he pulled out long enough to gasp for precious air.
Ryder gripped the sides of her head, holding her immobile as his thrusts resumed for a proper face fucking. When she felt her tears, snot, and phlegm spill down her chin to plop onto her chest, Ryder moved one hand to her face, using his thumb to smear the wetness across her cheek.
Feeling lightheaded, reflexively, Khloe moved her palms to his thighs, pressing hard enough to receive a warning from her Dom.
“Hands behind your back. You don’t control my pace.”
Khloe did as she was told but didn’t miss that he paused long enough for her to catch her breath.
“I can’t tell you what this does to me, Princess… knowing I’m the only person on this planet who will ever get to see you ruined like this.” He smeared her running mascara all over her face as he added. “The polished, elegant movie star on her knees, her husband’s cock down her throat as she gasps for air. I’m so tempted to watch you swallow every drop of my cum, but I think I’d rather fill your pussy instead. With any luck, I’ll put our baby in you tonight.”
She was sure her ovaries exploded with Ryder’s dirty promise.
There’d been a time in her life not long ago when her eating disorder had made the possibility of pregnancy an impossible pipe dream. With the help of her loving husband’s patience, Trevor’s healthy meals, and her therapist’s advice, she’d miraculously received the green light from her doctor to ditch her birth control.
Ryder groaned with pent-up need and pulled his cock from her mouth with a plop, leaving her gasping on her knees, working to catch her breath. She had a front row seat to her husband’s striptease. One by one, each piece of his expensive tuxedo fell to a heap on the floor until his perfect body was revealed.
Taking his hand, Khloe let him help her to her feet, although she wasn’t upright for long. His hands went to her armpits as he lifted her off the ground before turning and tossing her back onto their bed.
Her offending bra and skimpy panties were pulled off her body, joining Ryder’s pile of clothes on the floor just before he dived between her legs. His lips locked onto her inner thigh and he sucked hard. Khloe hummed with pleasure. Her dominant husband loved leaving marks on the hidden parts of her body. The hickies were his own little calling card, announcing his possession of her.
But she wanted more.Neededmore.
“Ryder… please…” she begged. “I need you.”
He lifted his head from between her legs, a predatory grin on his handsome face.
“What is it that you need, my Queen?”
“I need you inside me,” she whined, bucking her hips up from the bed to mimic what she hoped was coming soon.
Playing along, Ryder placed the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her pussy, lapping at her juices, finally brushing her clit—much too lightly.
“Harder…” she said. When he didn’t comply, she whined, “More… please.”
His tongue became a torture device, bringing her higher and higher until all she could think about was having him inside her.
