Page 30 of Lust & Lies

NOELLE

I TOOK A SIP OF MY coffee to get my mouth hot and ready for my husband as he rounded the table. He moved slowly with a predatory calm that made me want him even more. It was like he was moving in slow motion.

Boy, bring that cock here!

I wanted to rush him. I held back, resisting the urge to tap my foot impatiently. He lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he approached me.

Okaaay, Magic Mike.

Magic Mike? A cheesy movie I liked.

Look at me remembering things. I’d celebrate that later. I kept my eyes on my husband, watching his muscles flex when he tossed his shirt onto the floor. It should be a crime to be that damn fine.

He was the definition of sex appeal. An orgasm waiting to happen. Living, breathing arousal. And he was all mine. When he reached me, he placed his hand on the back of my chair to turn me toward him.

“Open your legs for me,” he ordered in that deep voice that made me cum a little just from the sound.

I didn’t think, just obeyed, letting my knees fall apart in quiet surrender. He stepped into the space between them, cupping my jaw with one hand while the other skimmed my thigh. I had too many clothes on.

I wanted to feel his hand against my skin. When his thumb brushed my lower lip, my mouth opened automatically. He slipped his thumb inside, letting me taste the faint salt of his skin.

His gaze darkened at the way my tongue curled around him, slow, teasing. His breath hitched, hunger written all over his face. I bit his thumb gently before sliding my tongue over the slight bite marks.

“Swallow,” he whispered.

I did, wrapping my lips around his thumb and swallowing as I stared into his eyes.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, removing his thumb from my mouth to rub it across my lips.

He took a step back, eyes still on me. And my eyes never left him, with his sexy ass. Aiden stood in front of me, broad chest bare, the low hang of his pants doing nothing to hide his thick length straining against the fabric.

That thang was trying to get to me. Don’t worry, cock. I’m on my way. As he unbuttoned his pants, he toed his shoes off, kicking them out of the way. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his fingers went to his waistband, sliding the pants down slowly, along with his boxers.

He was taking too damn long to give me what I wanted. I had to ball my hands into fists to keep from snatching his cock out of his pants and shoving it in my mouth. He stepped out of his pants and stood before me, clad only in his socks.

My gaze dropped to his cock. That thang was living up to its name. It was cocked like a pistol, erect, jutting forward, seeking my mouth. I was seeking it too, wanting to be filled with it until I was choking on it.

“Open that pretty mouth, Noelle,” he drawled, his tone leaving no room for anything but obedience.

I didn’t make him ask twice. My lips parted as he stepped closer, the scent of his cologne flooding my senses. His hand went to the back of my head and slid into my hair, gripping tight, the pull making my scalp tingle.

He took a step closer until the tip of him brushed against my mouth. I chose that moment to stick my tongue out, licking my lips. My tongue grazed the tip of my husband, and he hissed, the sound increasing my arousal.

Precum leaked from the tip, wetting my lips. I turned my head from side to side, letting it mix with my lip gloss, creating a special blend of store-bought and homegrown. Then I licked it off, loving the taste of my man. My gaze never left his the entire time.

Gripping his cock, he tapped it against my mouth and whispered, “Open wide.”

I did as he asked, parting my lips again, opening them wide.

“Tongue out, beautiful,” he ordered.

Again, I obeyed without protest. My man rubbed his tip against my tongue. His taste teased my taste buds, and I wanted more. But I won’t lie, that tip was wide against my tongue and had me wondering if I would be able to take all of him or not.

Had I, in the past? I thought about asking, but changed my mind. I didn’t want to know. I would find out for myself. I kept my eyes locked on his as my tongue traced his thick tip, savoring the taste of him while watching the hunger flare hotter in his gaze.

Gripping my hair with one hand and his cock with the other, he slowly fed me that dick. Inch by inch, he slid forward, slow enough to let me feel every pulsing inch of him. My mouth stretched to take him, lips gliding over velvet steel as he continued forward.

I didn’t look away. I wanted to watch him watch me. I wanted to see his expression as his cock slid deeper into the warmth of my mouth. It was a sight to behold. The hunger in his eyes had my pussy fluttering.

His entire body was tense. I could tell he was holding back, trying to take his time with me. My savage was trying to be gentle. It was evident in the way his hand shook slightly as he guided his cock into my mouth.

My sweet savage.

If my mouth wasn’t slowly being filled, I’d tell him he didn’t have to take his time with me. I wanted him to fuck my throat until it was raw and I was too hoarse to talk. I wanted him to soothe my aching throat with his cum.

I wanted my jaw to ache later, proof that I’d let my husband fuck my mouth until he filled me with his juices. He continued forward, and I could already tell I wouldn’t be able to take all of him.

That didn’t mean I wouldn’t try. He didn’t stop until his tip was pressed against the back of my throat. Okay, so I couldn’t swallow the dick whole. That was okay. I would make sure not one inch was left behind.

I would make sure every part of this cock got the attention it deserved. Mouth full of my husband, I tried to ease my head back so I could slide my mouth down on his cock. Not happening.

There wasn’t enough room for me to lean my head back in this high-backed chair. Plus, he had one hand gripping my hair, preventing me from moving. I couldn’t go anywhere. And he knew that. I could tell from the way he was smirking down at me.

“Cock got your tongue?” he asked.

If I could’ve laughed, I would’ve. But he was right, cock had my tongue. I fluttered my tongue against the underside of his cock in response. His lips parted on a ragged breath as he pulled back and sank deep into my mouth again. I gagged around him, my throat tightening as I swallowed.

“Is that what you want, beautiful?” he asked, grip in my hair tightening as he eased back, then sank deeper into my mouth, making me gag again.

The sound of my own gagging turned me on. Mouth watering, I moaned around his cock to let him know this was exactly what I wanted. And he gave it to me how I wanted, pulling back to slowly slide into my mouth again, cock throbbing against my tongue.

I tightened my lips around him and could feel saliva leaking from the corner of my mouth. I didn’t care. I had no shame. I had no reservations. All I had was a thirst only Aiden could quench.

The sounds he made as he fed me his cock were low and guttural. They sent arousal straight to my core. I swallowed around him, loving the taste of this man.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled, thrusting slowly, feeding me more with every stroke. “Take all of me. You can do it. I know you can.”

That was all the motivation I needed. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss and shudder. His other hand came up to cradle the side of my face, thumb brushing over my cheekbone.

He was staring down at me like I was his most cherished treasure, even as he fucked my mouth with slow, claiming thrusts. Sweet and savage.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “This is the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen. My woman... swallowing this cock that was made just for her.”

That praise sent heat rolling through me, making me suck harder, take him deeper. I slid my hands up his thighs, felt the tension coiled beneath his skin as he twitched against my tongue. His breathing was ragged, a low grunt slipping past his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sinking deeper as he made love to my mouth.

I adjusted my jaw, taking him as deep as I could, swallowing around him as I relaxed my throat. He was thick and hard on my tongue, and every inch I took had him gritting out curses under his breath.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, voice strained. “You’re taking me so deep. Sucking me so good, love.”

Precum filled my mouth, the taste of him thick on my tongue. I swallowed around him, and he hissed in a breath, his hips rocking forward just enough to make my eyes flutter shut.

“Eyes on me,” he whispered.

I did as he asked, opening my eyes to stare up at the man who was gliding against my tongue in slow, even strokes. Aiden’s groan deepened, his hand fisting tighter in my hair.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Noe,” he groaned, every word coming out in jagged breaths. “Mine. You’re mine. Every inch of you.”

Yes. I was his. Every part of me belonged to this beautiful man. I rubbed my hands up and down his thighs, and he thrust into my mouth. When I cupped his balls, his body jerked. Releasing my hair, he placed both hands on the back of the chair, gripping it as he bucked into my mouth.

“Fuck, Noe,” he groaned, abs flexing as he pushed deeper.

With his hand no longer gripping my hair, I was able to relax my head against the back of the chair and let him fuck my mouth. Gripping the chair, he bucked against my tongue, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge of oblivion.

I wanted to watch him fall. I swear he was gorgeous like this, naked, flushed, jaw tight, the veins in his forearms standing out as he held himself over me, thrusting deep. Each groan and curse that spilled from his lips as he rocked into my mouth made me ache for him.

He was fucking my mouth faster now, saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my mouth. My pussy was clenching air, wanting the same attention my mouth was getting. He groaned my name, and arousal shot straight to my core. I closed my eyes as the ache within me intensified.

“Look at me, Noe,” he ordered, voice rough.

Fuck! I wanted to look. I really did. But looking only made me hungrier for him. I felt like I could cum just from watching him fuck my throat.

“Eyes on me, Noe. Don’t shut me out. I need you to see me when I cum down your throat.

See who’s fucking your mouth. See the man you love, the man who loves you.

See me, Aiden Park, your husband. Only I can do this to you.

If anyone else touches you, I will kill them in front of you so you can see how serious I am about you. ”

Oh, wow! I looked up, meeting his dark, blown pupils as his jaw clenched. He was close. So damn close. He continued pushing into my mouth, moving faster and faster, causing the chair to rock.

If he wasn’t holding the back of it, it probably would’ve fallen over. His groans got rougher, punctuated by stuttering breaths every time I hollowed my cheeks for him and fluttered my tongue against his cock.

The look in his eyes was wild now, almost feral. He was unhinged, and I fucking loved it. My head was pinned to the back of the chair. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. My eyes watered as he claimed my mouth fiercely.

“I’m about to cum for you, baby,” he groaned, the sound deep, guttural, almost animalistic.

And then his body jerked, and he spilled across my tongue, the taste of him flooding my mouth, hot and heady.

“Swallow every drop,” he murmured, one hand going to my hair again, holding me in position as his release pulsed out of him.

I swallowed as much of him as I could, never breaking eye contact as he continued sliding in and out of my mouth, filling me with his juices. There was so much, too much. It spilled down my chin as I worked my throat, trying to accept more.

“Just like that, baby,” he whispered, body quaking. “Swallow it, love. Swallow me.”

Damn, I needed this dick in my pussy as soon as possible. Unlike my mouth, this kitty would be able to take it all like a champ and not miss one drop. I swallowed down more of him, loving the feel of him gliding down my throat.

He continued pushing into my mouth until his body ceased trembling, cock ceased pumping cum down my throat. When he finally let me up for air, my lips were swollen, my throat raw, and my body strung tight with need.

He wasn’t any better than I was. This man was wrecked, chest heaving, lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath. For a few seconds, we just stared at each other. That one stare conveyed a dozen thoughts.

I love you. I want you. I need you. I’m not finished. Those were just a few.

Aiden’s thumb brushed the corner of my mouth, catching some of his juices that I’d missed. He brought it to my lips.

“Be a good girl and finish all of it,” he whispered, voice still wrecked.

Being the good girl I was, I licked his thumb clean, savoring the lingering taste of him, and loving the look he gave me. He didn’t move right away. His body stayed caged around me as he caught his breath.

My gaze dropped to his cock. That thang was glistening with my saliva. But that wasn’t what held my attention. This man was still hard.

How? Why? Damn!

His voice was still rough, almost dazed when he whispered, “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

How sweet! But my pussy wasn’t in the mood for sweet. I needed my savage back. That cock was still hard, which meant I hadn’t done my job properly.

Staring up at him, I ran my hands up and down his thighs and whispered, “Tell me all about how much I mean to you while you fuck me until I can’t walk straight, husband.”

His eyes widened seconds before he gifted me a sinful smile. He caught my chin in his hand, tilting my face up.

“I’ve filled your mouth up. Are you now ready for me to fill that pussy up?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Make it overflow.”

“Fuck, Noe,” he groaned, smile disappearing instantly.

I wasn’t prepared for the way he bent down and picked me up. This time, he didn’t cradle me in his arms all tender like. This man tossed me over his shoulder. The fuck? I didn’t complain, though.

I couldn’t ask for the savage then complain when he showed up and did savage shit. Smiling, I stared down at the floor as he carried me from the kitchen, down the hall, and toward the stairs.

I’d just had some good breakfast, washed it down with good cum, and now I was about to get some good dick. The future was looking bright for this girl with no memory of her past.

I had no complaints.