Page 110 of Dirty Eoin

There’s a pause. Does she feel bad on my behalf once more that for whatever reason I’m not deserving of love?

That I’m clearly unlovable?

Her hand movement resumes, and I’m content once more.

“Most were with me because of who I am. Some perhaps had their sights set on being the next Ma Duster. Others may have wanted access to the luxurious lifestyle I could afford them. Some may just have been curious about what it was like to be fucked by a mobster.”

“So you were just using them for sex.”

“Correction. We were just using each other for sex.”

“That’s….”

“Shallow?”

“I was going to say sad.”

Maybe she’s right. Maybe it was sad. But it was all I’d ever known, so it was all I’d ever come to expect. I never really thought about it before now. That I was simply using others and in return being used myself.

“From my experience, most people take what they want from relationships, whether that be sex, companionship, or anything else.”

She exhales slowly as her fingers slowly skim down my abs before wrapping themselves around my semi-hard cock. I guess my first ever pillow talk is at an end. That Jaine’s now going to take what she wants fromthisrelationship.

In a way, I’m disappointed. She didn’t ask more about me because she has no wish to know more.

Does she not want to scratch the surface? Find out what makes me tick as a person? It makes me feel quite unimportant. That she’s pretending to be interested in me when, deep down, she’s not.

If my own wife’s not interested in getting to know me, then who ever will be?

No one?

I swallow down the disappointment. Maybe after five months, this is all I should expect.

Was this all Ace got from her?

I suspect not. It was clear he was always front and center in her life whereas I appear to be more of an afterthought.

I watch as she strokes my dick to life while her mouth licks and bites down my torso, tracking the path of her fingers. I grunt my approval when her little pink tongue flicks out to lap up the bead of pre-cum that’s formed on the tip.

Smiling at me, she sucks it into her mouth before releasing it with a loud pop. I yank her head back by the hair.

“If you want my cock, you can have it, Mrs. O’Connell. But in return, I will make you gag on every last inch. Now, open wide.”

She does as she’s told and parts her pouty lips. Fisting her hair in both hands, I hold her head steady, then thrust into her waiting mouth.

“Suck it. Don’t play with it.”

Her mouth feels like a tight vacuum around my shaft, its sole aim to suck me dry.

I fuck her hard. Fast. Deep. She chokes and gags, but she takes everything I have to give.

“If you want my cum, you’ll have to work harder for it than that, wife.”

She smirks in response, then proceeds to run her tongue up my entire length like it’s a fucking popsicle before taking the whole thing in her mouth and squeezing my balls. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve been sucked off more times than I can count, but she’s got it down to a fine art.

“That. Fucking. Mouth.” I hiss as my balls instantly tighten.

I yank her head back. She’s not getting my cum just yet. Her eyes are watering. A mixture of saliva and precum dribbles down her chin, which she wipes off with the back of her hand.

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