Page 35 of His Wife

My skull burns. “Alexius—”

“Do as I say.” His words are final, his tone leaving no space for negotiation, and I do as he says, touching the tip of my tongue on the wet droplet, its taste exploding in my mouth, only making me want more. My entire body is set alight, my insides fire, my core throbbing with violent delight.

Pulling my head back even more, he slants his head to the side, studying me, his lips pulled in a snarl. “You’re dying to suck my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I murmur breathlessly. “Please.”

“Touch yourself. Play with your pussy while on your knees, and I’ll think about letting you swallow my cum.”

Bastard. He’s hellbent on punishing me for denying him earlier, dragging it out, making me suffer with the need for him.

“Is your pussy wet?” he asks as I reach down and slide a finger between my folds.

“Yes.”

“Good. Move your hips while you play with yourself. Get those fingers of yours soaked.”

“God,” I moan, closing my eyes, teasing a finger along my clit, his grip on my hair tightening. I’m so fucking horny, it only takes a few strokes for me to teeter at the edge, ready to come. But I know him. I know this game we’re playing—one we’ve played so many times before. I know the rules.

“I have to come,” I whisper.

“Stop,” he demands, and it takes everything I have to stop touching myself. “You don’t get to come yet.”

“Alexius—”

Tipping the bottle in his hand, he pours champagne all over his cock, the gold liquid spilling down the front of my dress and seeping into the fabric of his pants. The scent of alcohol and sex explodes around us, and I moan loudly as he rubs his champagne-coated cock along my lips, teasing me into a fucking frenzy. “You want this, don’t you?”

I nod. “Please,” I beg, my entire body trembling with need.

“Where do you want it? In this pretty little mouth of yours, or inside your greedy, wet cunt?”

God. I want it everywhere. I want to taste it on my tongue and feel it inside my pussy at the same damn time.

“You have two seconds to answer me before I step away and deny you my cock.”

No. God, no. “Mouth,” I answer hastily, desperately. “In my mouth.”

Alexius growls as he pushes past my lips, plunging into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat with the first thrust. I’m not prepared to take him this deep and gag around his length, tears pooling at the corners of my eyes.

“Don’t waste my fucking time,” he orders. “Open that throat of yours and swallow my cock, you little slut.”

I moan at the way that word rolls from his tongue. He knows I love it when he calls me that, when he degrades me, makes me feel dirty and wicked. A moan vibrates up my throat and around his cock, and his groan fuels me to suck him harder, faster, deeper. He tastes sweet and intoxicating as I lick the champagne off his shaft, lapping the bubbly liquid from his length.

“Look at me when you have my cock in your mouth.”

I flick my gaze up to his, my eyes tearing up every time he hits the back of my throat.

“Do you like my taste?”

I hum around his thick girth, and he bites into his bottom lip.

“You want to suck me dry while I fuck this perfect little mouth of yours? Get me ready to blow my load down your throat?”

“Hmm-mm.”

“That’s my girl.” He moans when I take him all the way to the back of my throat. With his grip still tight behind my head, he moves me in rhythm with his thrusts, picking up pace, his movements becoming quick and erratic. The taste of him, the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, it’s divine, and I can’t get enough, wanting all of him. Every single fucking drop. I feel him tense up, and I know he’s close. I can taste it. All he needs is my palm around his length, pumping while I suck him hard.

“Don’t swallow,” he commands before a growl tears from his throat, his cum bursting onto my tongue. It’s too hard not to swallow, too much, but I try anyway, jizz spilling out the corners of my mouth.

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