Page 129 of Endgame
“I’ll be happy when those lips are wrapped around my cock.” I release her chin, ripping both her hands off my knees. My dick jumps when I grab one of them, pressing it to my length. Her fingers tremble. “When this filthy mouth sucks me off, that’s when I’ll be happy. So stop wasting my time. Take me out and do it.”
She nods mostly to herself, then starts unbuckling my belt. I lean back. Otherwise, I’ll maul her. I’m already hanging by a thread.
“I have another question. My biological parents, who are they?” Her fingers are on my fly, lowering it. Big blue eyes look up at me. Hopeful, still. And dark. They get darker as she palms me over my briefs. “Tell me.”
I grab one of her hands, sliding her fingers up to my waistband. Getting off on how she holds her breath.
Her lips are inviting but it’s the redness on her cheeks that’s my undoing.
Against all logic, I cup her cheeks, lean in, and crush my lips to hers.
I ravage her mouth, groaning, biting, nipping at her. Sinking my teeth deeper, drawing blood out of her.
She screams at me or for me, don’t fucking care. She aches, and yet she’s being so good.
Being obedient, she takes me out. My cock is in her palm, her fist so small around me.
Then her thumb rubs my precum over my slit, and I’m gone for.
“Goddammit.” I yank her off me.
“Tell me.” She strokes me like the virgin she is.
Squeezing. Testing. Slow and fast and wrong.
Doesn’t make any difference. I’m hard as fuck. Pulsing. My hips jerk.
I’m losing my mind for her.
“I have no idea.” That’s the truth. The next part, though, isn’t. “I don’t care who they are. You, too, you’re nothing to me.”
“Liar.” Aurora tightens her grip on my dick, baring her teeth at me. “I’m your wife.”
She’s right about that.
She’s also wrong.
She’s notjustmy wife. She’s more than that.
After years with only Stafford as a friend, Aurora has slithered her way into my soul.
In more ways than I care to entertain.
“Shut up.” Her hand is in the way, so I pry it off my cock. Holding the base, I shove her mouth on me. “Open up.”
She says, “No,” through sealed lips. While on her knees. Held down.
Humiliated.
Except I’m not the only one who’s turned on. Who’s in a powerful position.
Aurora is too.
“Open.” I release her hair so my hand is free to pinch her nose shut. Cutting off her air supply. “Up.”
Her whimper is adorable. Submission looks so fucking beautiful on her.
At the first touch of her wet mouth to the head of my dick, a feral grunt slips past my lips. She’s hot and wet around me, her lips stretching to accommodate my girth.
