Page 92 of Yours, Forever

I put my hands on my belt buckle and arched a challenging eyebrow. Her gaze lowered to the way my cock pushed against my slacks.

"Eyes on me."

She brought her sight back to mine and licked her lips.

"Do you want my cock? Do you want me to use your lips and fuck your mouth?"

She put her hands on my thighs and nodded.

I undid my belt buckle, a confident curl to my lips. The belt made no sound as I pulled it and dropped it on the floor.

It was an intense appetite that I saw in her eyes; they shone with impatience.

Greed cascaded through me, its flow lifting my chest and filling my cock to the point of pain. Pure avarice for her drove my every feeling; every one of my moves. I wanted every single ounce of her, every thought, every sigh to be for me. I wanted her to submit to my every command.

I unbuttoned my slacks and let them fall to the ground. With a severe hand, I latched my fingers through her curls and rubbed her face over my shaft, on top of my boxers.

She moaned.

I pursed my lips in an effort to contain my urges. I'd have time to do it all— my belt around her neck, using it to control the way she took my cock in her mouth, was top priority— but that night, I wanted to use nothing but my hands to control her.

I closed my eyes and focused on the way her face felt pushing on me. "We're going to be careful with your jaw, all right? We don't want to end the night at the clinic."

Her hands ran up my thighs in a silent question. She hooked her fingers through the elastic of my underwear.

"You want me, don't you?"

She nodded. The movement had to hurt, the way I held her hair in my fist.

I groaned. "Good. I won't be elegant. I will not be gentle. Can you take it?"

I pulled her away from my cock and tugged her hair down, forcing her to look up at me. She winced and smiled at the same time.

"Use your words. Can you take it?"

"I can take it."

"Fucking perfect." I let go of her hair and cupped myself through my boxers. "Those lips. So full and red, ready for me. I bet your clit is so swollen it hurts."

She whined.

I pulled my underwear down and kicked off my clothes. I stood in front of her, my hard cock jutting out, the head a breath away from her. "You want this inside you?"

She nodded.

"Is your pussy begging for me to fill it with my cock?" I curled my fingers around my shaft and did a few lazy pumps.

She nodded.

"We'll get there. Now open your lips." I didn't immediately stuff her mouth. With a firm grasp on myself, I rubbed the head on her cheeks, her lips. "Tongue out."

She followed my instructions, and I tapped the crown on its wetness.

I moaned. "So good already."

The first push was gentle. Her fingers, still clinging to my thighs, dug into my flesh. I angled my shaft to rub against the roof of her mouth, then the inside of her cheek, then back to her tongue.

"You're going to let me do a lot to you, aren't you?" I asked. "Such a nice little wife you are."