Page 81 of Til Death We Part
I twisted him around, so carefully, so his hips were at the edge of the bed, his feet settling on the floor, spread wide for me to settle between.
This way, I could kiss his skin, be at eye level with his cock as I made him come inside. My tongue found his soft balls, licking and rolling them, sucking wet kisses onto them as I kept fucking him.
I knew the moment he was going to come because his balls drew up tight at the base of his cock and his breathing grew even more labored. He was on the brink of something crazy.
He cried my name again, almost delirious with pleasure, and I sat up on my knees, pulling the rod out quick and careful, wrapping my lips around his sensitive head and crying out when reams of cum landed on my tongue. So much shot from him as he screamed out, gripping my hair, holding me tight to his body, curling up and twitching, groaning.
It went on for the longest I’d ever seen, and by the time he came down and released my hair, he was a sweaty, incoherent mess. I smiled as I clambered onto the bed with him, taking a quick moment to look at his cock. It was fine, slick with saliva and lube, softening against his thigh.
“I’ll get you a cloth,” I muttered, moving to climb off him. But once more, he didn’t let me; his arms grabbed me and yanked me into his sweaty body.
“Oh baby, you aren’t going anywhere until you do that to me again.”
Eight years so far and we still surprised each other. Still wanting more. I was obsessed with him, unhealthy and mad, illegal, taboo, everything that could be wrong with our relationship was. But it didn’t matter.
We were each other’s whole world. Each kiss like the first, each touch electric.
“Fuck, I love you so much, baby,” Theo growled against my lips, pressing our bodies together tight.
“I love you more.”
And a life of love was all we needed.
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