Page 64 of The Wrong Husband

Emilia scooted up the bed and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Ah…could I request you to take that off slowly."

I cocked an eyebrow.

"You know…like maybe you're being hired by the hour," she added cheekily.

Women had said a whole lot of things to me in bed, but no one had ever asked me to do a striptease. This was a first for me. I was charmed.

"How much am I getting paid?"

"Ah…I don’t know…a thousand dollars an hour."

"That's a lot of money."

"Well, you're like a very high-end stripper." She giggled and something warm filled me. She was fun. This young girl whose family mostly ignored her, who painted until she collapsed to deal with her darkness had a zest for life that I'd never seen before. She bounced back up every time she was pushed down and did so with her whole heart.

I put my foot on the side of the bed. "Unlace those will you?"

Her eyes flickered with lust. I may be the one stripping but I was still the one who was running this show.

She unlaced my shoe, slipped it off, and then removed my sock. She repeated the process until I was barefoot.

"You want some music?" I asked cockily as I stepped toward her.

"No, I'm good." Her eyes were on the bulge in my pants. She licked her lips and I smiled. She was so sensuous—and I knew that for however long this marriage lasted we were going to have some fun in bed…or against a wall or....

I took my shirt off. "My eyes are up here, baby."

She flushed pink when she realized I'd seen what she was staring at.

"You like what you see?" I asked, my hands reaching for my buckle. She followed my hands with her eyes.

"Yes."

"Say my name, Em."

"Yes, Damian."

My cock hardened even more which I didn’t think was possible. This was quirky and fun sex. Unexpected.

I unbuckled slowly and saw desire creep up her body in the form of a blush. It was fucking adorable.

By the time I took my belt off, she was panting. I unbuttoned and unzipped my slacks and came closer to her.

"Take it out."

She reached for me, and I groaned when she palmed me through my boxers. She slowly pulled me out and stroked me tip to root.

"Taste," I ordered.

She immediately complied. I saw a pink tongue licking away my precum and I thought I'd blow a nut and embarrass myself.

"Em, take me in your mouth."

She did as I asked, and my hands fisted around her hair. It felt damn good to have her warm wet mouth around my dick. She bobbed her head as her tongue swirled around me, as if she couldn’t get enough of me.

She wasn't giving me a blow job per se, it was more of an exploration of my dick. It was sensual, more so than someone experienced sucking me off had ever been.

I closed my eyes and let go, feeling the pleasure climb up my spine. I didn't want to come in her mouth, not the first time she was giving a blow job.