Page 69 of The Butcher's Wife
But now? In this topsy-turvy world, where I can be a queen and he, my servant? We can play pretend.
I pull myself onto the bed until my head rests against a pillow and hook my thumbs under my waistband, pulling my leggings and underwear down and tossing them to the ground.
“So clean it up.” I lift a brow, daring.
His cum’s still warm across my belly and chest.
A fierce grin breaks across his face as he drops onto the bed, the mattress pitching toward his substantial weight. With his hair hanging loose and the ominous look in his eyes, he looks like a feral beast that’s crawled into my bed from the forest.
What big teeth you have.
He dips his head low to nuzzle his face between my legs and inhales deeply. Heat blankets my face, but I force myself to spread my legs for him, pushing past the embarrassment. For once in my life, I have everything I want, and I’m not going to ruin it.
“You drive me fucking insane,” he murmurs from between my legs, rolling out his tongue to press into my pussy. The wet heat of his tongue slips between to spread over my clit and dips to dig inside me.
I squirm, bucking up into his mouth. Just a moment longer and?—
With a wicked gleam in his eye, he trails his tongue up to my belly to finish licking up the splatter of his release.
I watch him, breathing faster and faster, my body shuddering under his touch, under the threatening promise of his massive weight hovering over me as his tongue traces a line of hellfire over my body. I left my demand open-ended to see what he’d do, how far I could push him. That he’s willing to use his own tongue to clean me up is unthinkably arousing.
His chest and belly and cock drag over my body as he works his way up me. I rub my legs together to catch a sliver of relief, but I’m far past the point where it might help. My clit burns for his touch. When his beard scrapes against one of my nipples, I nearly scream.
He rises all the way to my neck, and I snap.
“Kiss me.” It’s more broken plea than demand.
His eyes widen, and his lips curl in a grin as he drops his face over mine. I open my mouth eagerly, and the moment his tongue slips against mine, I suck every trace of cum from it. Judging by Dom’s deep groans, the slow bucking of his hips, and the dig of his stiffening cock into my thigh, he likes this as much as I do.
“Can you go again now?” I ask, although it’s almost pointless to worry about his refractory period when his cock jerks, half-hard, against my thigh.
“Yes,reginetta.”
He guides himself toward my entrance. I’m so wet that the head of his cock notches perfectly into place. He inhales deeply, looking up at me with a flash of unrestrained lust.
“Dom?”
Arousal flits across his face.
“I want you to fuck me now.”
He lets out a broken moan. The first push of his hips comes with a delicious, burning stretch that has me crying out. He starts to pull out immediately, but I hook my legs around his ass and keep him locked in, even as I slip down the bed with his movement.
“Don’t you dare,” I grit out.
He looks conflicted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My heart squeezes.
I cup his cheeks with my palms, and he melts into the touch. My gentle giant.
“Go slow, okay? We’re going to make it fit.”
He nods into my hands and does as I ask. Slowly, inch by inch, he feeds his thick cock into me while the pain and the burn slowly ascend into something pleasurable. His hazy gaze ticks over my face like he’s trying to read my thoughts until he drops his head down to let our foreheads touch. It’s as if we’re sharing one breath.
This thing between us is so tender and dangerous. I can feel it swelling inside my chest, expanding against my ribs like a balloon. I know he understands, too, that whatever we have, it’s rare. It’s precious.
I urge him forward with my heels, and he acquiesces, filling me slowly until his groin kisses my ass and he’s fully seated. I wrap my legs tightly around him and weave my fingers into his salt-and-pepper beard and his wild mane of hair, and he sneaks light kisses against my fingertips.
