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But I want to pleasure Julian.

His eyes are soft, focused on me as I tug down his pants and boxer briefs. They bunch up at his Gucci loafers when I lower them all the way down.

My mouth waters as his erection springs forward.

It’s hard, and throbbing, and purple at the end. Thick veins protrude from it.

My beautiful husband has a beautiful cock.

I stare, closing one eye, and it twitches, as if knowing the spotlight’s on it.

“Gen, baby,” Julian rasps, his eyes locked on mine, “while I appreciate you eyeing my cock like it’s your favorite snack, I’d appreciate your lips on it more.” He jerks his hips forward. “I want to feel that mouth wrapped around this dick that’s so fucking hard for you.” Lowering his hand, he strokes himself once.

All that’s on my mind is pleasing him as I bob my head forward and slowly lower my mouth onto his cock, inch by inch. He sucks in a thick breath through his teeth, resting his hands on the top of my head.

I suck him up and down while stroking him in the process.

And while I’ve always been told I have a big mouth, it’s not large enough to take all of Julian without gagging. When I do gag, he winds my hair around his wrist and slightly tugs me back, helping me.

He doesn’t make a comment, or wince, or make a big deal about it.

“Relax your throat, baby,” he whispers in praise. “You can do it. Just go slow and take as much as you can.”

I wiggle closer, improving on my deep-throating skills, and feel his cock jerk inside my mouth. It’s growing harder and harder, and beads of pre-cum drip onto my tongue.

It tastes salty.

Delicious.

I moan, growing more excited because I’m gettinghimexcited.

I know he’s getting close when he pumps his hips forward, fucking my face, and he loses all the gentleness he had when I first dropped to my knees.

My ruthless husband has reemerged.

The monster not staying in for long.

He grunts, lifting me by my hair to get a better angle, and his thighs tense as he lifts them.

“Smack my chest if it’s too much,” he groans, ramming his cock so deep in my throat that I can hardly breathe … and I love it.

It’s exactly the response I want from him.

I wanted him to gag me, to make me breathless with his cock, to make him lose control.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moans, cupping the back of my head to hold me in place. He gives me two more harsh thrusts inside my mouth.

His cock pulsates against my tongue, and I moan as he comes in my mouth.

“Yeah, take that cum in your sweet mouth,” he sneers, and as I attempt to stare up at him, his face is scrunched together. He looks the most focused I’ve ever seen him in his life.

His entire body shakes as his cum fills my mouth.

He doesn’t release me until every drop is out of his cock and in my mouth.

When he releases me, he’s relaxed, his shoulders somewhat droopy. His eyes are intense as they lock on my face.

“Open your mouth,” he orders.