Page 30 of Beauty and the Bosshole
I don’t dwell. She is wearing my ring, her pussy gushing into my mouth as her hard little nub grows against my tongue, her honey dripping down my chin and throat.
The lust awakening inside me twists and makes me question every moment of my life up until now. The man I want to be after this moment is not the man I was even yesterday.
Stars dance in my vision as her fingernails cut into my scalp. Her hold on my head crushes me against her warmth, making me wild.
“God, Reese, Reese…”
I stop for only a second to correct her. “You call me your husband when you come.”
I pinch my lips around her clit, driving my tongue against it in loops and swats until her thighs crash against my ears, muffling the sound of her orgasm as it takes off, spilling her nectar over my tongue as she tears at my hair. But there is no pain besides the lead weights in my balls, ready to paint her with my seed.
She’s lust-blind and pliant when I finally come up for air, her climax so intense, one of her eyes is looking to the ceiling while the other moves in spirals like one of those hypnotic optical illusions.
I climb forward on my knees, slipping a hand under her soft ass and heaving her up onto the pillows, knowing no matter what I do, this is going to hurt like a motherfucker; the least I can do is give her whatever comfort possible.
I’m riveted by the anticipation in her eyes as they return to earth, groaning into a new kiss as I angle my hips, reaching down with one hand to start jacking myself up against her welcoming sex.
“There will be no condom, wife.” I grind the words out through bared teeth. “You understand what I’m saying?”
There is a flicker of trepidation in her eyes, and I distract her from her doubts with the prodding pressure of my weeping cock, poised at her opening.
“Right there, my dick is already dripping inside you. You’re mine, Ava. All fucking mine.”
I rasp my teeth into the hollow of her neck, pinching the flesh like a fucking wolf marking his mate.
“This all feels like a dream,” she mumbles, her words thick with lust as I fist my dick against her tight opening, quickly reaching the point of no return.
“If this was a dream, what would happen next?” My ears are ringing as I angle my hips, primed for battle, rocking in mini pumps against her resistance.
“I’d want my husband to make me his. I’d pull him inside me and whisper in his ear…”
Holy fuck. I’m gonna nut before I get inside her.
“What would you whisper, wife?”
Her eyes flicker with a new wickedness as her hands slip behind my neck, the pressure of one of her heels resting against the back of my thigh.
“Show me what you got. Let’s see what this toy can do…”
Chapter Ten
Ava
As soon as I say the words, my mouth falls open, and I look at him in shock. Who am I? I don’t talk like this, but I guess Reese brings it out of me.
He’s barely hanging on. His muscles flex under my palm. If possible, his shoulders get bigger, neck thicker, and there is sweat at his brow. His voice is gravelly, giving away exactly how hard he’s restraining himself. “Say it again.”
I lift my chin at him, still somewhat embarrassed by what I said out loud but refusing to back down. “I said... show me what you’ve got.”
His cock is pulsating at my entrance, and I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to slam into me. I know it’s going to hurt, but I’m ready for it... I need it. When he doesn’t move, I blink up at him in confusion. “Reese...”
He doesn’t answer me. He holds his hips completely still and lowers his head to my chest. I feel his body shudder, and he takes a deep breath, keeping his manhood at my entrance. He takes another breath and slowly blows it out. It’s obvious he’s trying to get control of himself, and I hate it. I don’t want him to hold back from me.
“Reese,” I try again.
He grunts, “Ava, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I let my fingers trail down his chest, across his belly, and when I reach his manhood, I wrap my hand around his girth.