Page 6 of Deviant Reign (Knight's Ridge Empire 6)

THEO

“Emmie,” I moan, my muscles bunching as her fingers trail down my abs. “Fuck, Hellcat. I need your mouth on me.”

“Patience, boss,” she purrs, looking up at me with the biggest, hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen.

My cock jerks, desperate to be set free and plunged into my wife’s needy throat.

“Fuck yes,” I bark when she wraps her fingers around my belt and slowly begins unbuckling it. “Killing me, babe.”

Her lips damn near burn when she presses them to my stomach, peppering kisses around the indents of my six-pack, her tongue teasing along the lines and working its way lower.

Reaching out, I thread my fingers into her hair, trying not to push her down but knowing that I’m already failing.

“You’re not in charge right now, Cirillo. Push me and you’ll get nothing.”

“Emmie,” I groan as she pops the button.

She laughs as I lift my hips to help her drag my trousers over my arse.

“Needy little soldier, Theodore. Anyone would think you didn’t fuck me in the shower already this morning,” she growls, nipping at the skin right above my waistband before dipping her tongue beneath it.

“Can’t get enough of you, Hellcat.”

“Know the feeling, boss. Addicted to your cock.”

Fucking finally, she tugs both my trousers and boxers down over my hips, freeing my dick.

Her eyes widen in delight like they do every time she sees me naked and ready for her.

Precum is already glistening on the tip, and just the thought of her licking it off makes my balls begin to draw up.

If she doesn’t fucking hurry up, I’m gonna just blow like a kid looking at his first porno.

Slowly, she licks her lips before her teeth sink into the bottom one as she stares at me hungrily.

“Suck me, Hellcat. I want to watch you choking on my cock. I wanna see my cum covering your tongue.”

A growl rumbles deep in her chest at my dirty words.

Her eyes flick up to mine for a beat before she leans forward so she’s on her hands and knees, giving me a great view of her arse in that barely-there lingerie she wore especially for me.

Fuck, my wife is pure fucking fire.

Her full lips part and her tongue sneaks out, ready to taste me.

“Yes, babe. Yes. Yes.”

I gasp, my eyes flying open as I sit forward.

My heart is racing and my cock is hard as fucking steel, but she’s not here. She’s not on her knees before me in nothing but a scrap of black lace.

“Fuck,” I breathe, scrubbing my hand down my face and over my almost week-old scruff.

But the second I take in my actual surroundings, everything comes crashing down around me.

“Emmie,” I shout, turning to the passenger seat.

My heart drops into my feet.