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Story: Bloody Wedding

Almost.

As soon as I begin to recover from my climax, a desire to show him that turnabout is fair play has me reaching for him.

Before he can even guess that I’m going to, I grab his cock. Then, to both of our surprise, I drop my head to his lap, kissing his dick.

“Loni?”

“Mm?”

“You… you don’t have to do that. I gave you head because I wanted to.”

No. He gave me head because he wanted to deny me my orgasm until he made me say words I’m not sure I’ll ever easily tell him on my own.

“It didn’t expect you to return the favor,” he continues.

I’m not.

“Just evening the score, Adrian.” I lick the head. “Now tell me you love me.”

“Oh, princess. You don’t have to work this hard to get me to tell you what anyone with eyes can see. I fuckingworshipyou.”

Oh. In that case… I sit up, leaving his erection straining toward me as I rest on my heels.

His eyes go panicked. “What the hell are you doing? Get back over her.” He angles his dick at me. “Suck me.”

“No, thanks.”

Adrian growls. He fuckinggrowls. “Suck your husband, Avalon.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You said you wanted my mouth on you. I’ll fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue. I’ll lap at your tits. I’ll suck your nipples until you’re climbing on top of me, fucking yourself with my cock, looking for any relief. And then, when you head for the shower again… because I know you, princess… and I know how much it turns you on to have me at your mercy… I’ll do it all over again. But while I’ll be a selfless lover for you, my wife, sometimes I’ll beg to have your mouth on me. This? This is one of those times.”

Well. When he puts it like that…

“You’re right, Adrian,” I admit. “I really do love having you at my mercy.”

And, to prove it, I grab his cock again.

He throws back his head, shuddering as a bead of pre-come appears at the tip.

I squeeze him at the base.

He’s panting now.

“Please,” he whispers, and I’d be a heartless bitch if I ignored the need in his tone. He’s not commanding like before. He’sbegging.

I bow my head, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock again, gathering up the salty pre-come. I swallow while running my fingers up and down the length of his shaft.

He jerks in my hold, and I squeeze again.

Getting the hint, he settles down on the bed again, and I… fuck it. I start sucking his dick for real.

“That’s it. Oh, Loni… my good girl. My good fucking girl. Yes. Just like that…yes—no. What are you doing?”

I’ve taken him out of the heat of my mouth, that’s what I did.

I bat my lashes at him. “Quick question, baby.” It just slips out, but in the moment… the pet name I gave him in the quiet of empty classrooms after schoolfits. “What will you give me if I let you come?”