Page 73 of Dirty Husband

I don't give her respite. I push deep into her mouth.

She groans against my cock. Her hands go to her thighs. Then to my hips.

I'll bind her wrist next time.

For now—

Fuck. I pull back and drive into her again.

My eyes fall closed. For a moment, I soak in the feeling of her sweet mouth. I give her a few seconds to get used to my length.

Then I pull back and thrust into her again.

She looks up at me with fire in her eyes.

Her nipples tighten. Her thighs shake. Her nails scrape her palms.

She's wet. She wants this as much as I do. She wants to be mine.

I can push her harder. Further. Closer to what she craves.

I tighten my grip on her hair. Toss aside a pin. Then another.

Her dark strands fall over her cheeks. I knot my hand in them. Tug her enough she groans.

Then I pull her head over my cock. Just barely. Just enough she feels it.

Then more.

More.

Fuck.

I hold her head in place with both hands. One to steady her. The other to tug her hair enough she moans.

I drive into her again and again. Hard, fast movements that stretch her lips.

She keeps her tongue pressed flat against me as I fill her with steady thrusts.

Her groans get louder. The vibration makes me shake. Fuck, she's already too good at this. And knowing she's mine. That she's obeying me.

A few more thrusts and I come. I drive into her, spilling into her pretty mouth, until I have nothing left to give.

Then I pull back. Watch her swallow hard.

"Good girl," I say.

Her pupils dilate. She likes the term. A lot. I'm going to have fun with her.

Too much even.

The rest of this might be a mess. I might not know who the twenty-four-year-old Jasmine Lee is.

I may not know her head or her heart.

But I know her body.

I know how to give her exactly what she craves.