Page 20 of His Bound Bedmate

I opened my jaw wide, stuck my tongue as far forward as if I wanted to lick the underside of his long cock, and swallowed it down my throat.

His eyes flashed open. “Damn!” his whispered, his voice hot. “Look at yerself. Look how beautiful you are.”

Even though my eyes were watering, I glanced at the mirror. My red lips—I was wearing his favorite lip rouge—were wrapped around the base of his cock and I could see the bulge of it in my throat. My tits were outlined by the soft purple rope Findlay used on me, the same color as my wedding gown, bright against my skin…and my arms were thrust behind myself.

Oh my.

I was beautiful. His hand dropped to my cheek, then the back of my head, and as I watched he began to fook my face. The sensation made me hotter than I would’ve thought, and as I strained against the crotch tie, my clitoris rubbing against the knot.

“That’s it, Millicent,” he murmured. “Let it go.” He thrust into my mouth again and again, moaning as I used my tongue on him in between the deep-throating. “Fook that rope, Millicent, just like I’m fooking your face. Be the hot little bound bedmate I ken ye are.”

God, I loved it when he talked dirty to me. It pushed me over the edge; I bucked against the rope stretching across my cleft and arse, the knot massaging the pearl of my pleasure, and the orgasm crashed over me.

I stiffened, made a noise around his cock, then began to squirm. He held my head steady and pumped into my mouth another three times before he also stiffened and let out a wordless cry.

Thank God I’d learned how to deep-throat him. The first spurt of his spend felt as if it hit my stomach without stopping, but the second and the third were too much. I couldn’t swallow it fast enough—some leaked out between my tongue and his cock to dripple down my chin.

As he pulled out—still gripping my face with his hands—I tasted him on my tongue, sweet and heavy. God, I loved this. I swiped my tongue over my lips, savoring it, and he grinned down at me.

“I love ye, wife.”

“Mmmmm.” I smiled, already tired from my orgasm, and ready to be untied so I could curl up with him in bed. “And I love you, husband.”