Page 51 of Make-Believe Match
“Here.” I took his other hand and brought it between my legs, using his fingers on me like he was using my fist on him. I dipped them inside me and then brought them to my mouth, rubbing my lips with his fingertips. “And here.” I sucked one finger into my mouth, and he groaned. His cock grew thicker in my palm.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”
“Come on, let me,” I coaxed, sensing I’d gained an advantage in this game. I dipped my head to see what he’d do. My tongue darted out and licked his crown. He went still, although he kept that hand wrapped around my wrist, and I kept my fingers curled around his shaft. “I want to taste you.”
A low sound rumbled from the back of his throat, but he didn’t stop me when I stroked him again with my tongue. Or when I took the tip between my lips and sucked gently. Or when I began to move my fist up and down his swollen length again. In fact, he moved his hands into my hair when I took him in deeper, letting my mouth follow my hand all the way down to the hilt and back up again. His fists tightened as I worked my mouth up and down his erection, sweeping my tongue over his hot, veined skin, gripping him hard at the root. His breaths came faster. His hips began to flex. On my tongue, I tasted the salty-sweet flavor of his desire. With my free hand, I reached between his legs and cradled his balls, rubbing my middle finger along the sensitive skin just beyond them.
Suddenly he tugged my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“Wife.” A warning.
I let him spring from my lips with a soft pop. “What’s the matter?”
“The matter will be down your throat in a minute. So if you don’t want a mouthful of me, you best take a break.”
“Maybe a mouthful of you is exactly what I want,” I murmured, teasing his crown with my tongue again. “Maybe I’dliketo feel it down my throat. Maybe it’smyturn to makeyoucome forme.”
“I don’t generally like it when things don’t go according to my plans,” he said, his voice tight. “But I suppose I could make an exception this one time.”
“You’re so good to me.” Laughing, I kept my eyes on his while brushing the tip of his cock over my lips. “Husband.”
He groaned, and I resumed what I’d been doing. And in less than a minute, he was thrusting hard between my lips, filling my mouth with hot, salty bursts. He was so rough that my eyes watered and my scalp stung from how tightly he grasped my hair, but I felt a gigantic sense of accomplishment at his long, drawn-out moan, at the power of his climax. When it was finished, he withdrew from my mouth, and I swallowed before gasping for air.
“Fuck. Are you okay?” he asked, his hands releasing their hold in my hair.
“Fine.” I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist.
“Jesus Christ. That was incredible.” He touched my lips with his thumb. “I love your mouth. The night we met, I couldn’t stop staring at it. And this dimple in your chin.” He pressed it gently.
“I couldn’t get over your eyes,” I whispered. “Or your jawline. Your cheekbones. Actually, your whole face.”
“You should sit on it.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He flipped onto his back and grabbed my arm, tugging me toward him. “I need a little recovery time. You like my face. I want to fuck you with my tongue. This is a win for both of us, Lexi.”
Gingerly, I crawled up his body. “Are you sure? What if you can’t breathe?”
“Then I’ll die happy and you’ll inherit all my riches. Still winning.” He hooked his hands beneath my thighs and pulled me up so I straddled his face. Then he licked up my center with a long, leisurely stroke. “Now grab on to that headboard and go for a ride. Don’t rush it, either. Take it nice and easy.” He dipped his tongue inside me. “I want to get my fill of you.”
Shoving my nerves aside, I placed my hands on the velvet headboard, closed my eyes, and began to move my hips in a lazy rocking motion. He matched my rhythm with his tongue—drawn-out, decadent strokes that rekindled the flame inside me. But every time I began to move faster, he’d give me a little slap on the ass. “Slow down, wife.”
I tried to slow down, but he was so fucking good with his tongue, I couldn’t help myself. In no time at all, I would speed right up again, earning myself another spanking and admonishment. “Devlin, please,” I begged. “Let me come. Is it okay now?”
“Such a good girl to ask permission,” he said. “I think you deserve a reward for that.” His palms moved over my ass, pulling me tighter to his face while he sucked my clit. Lightning bolts of desire shot through me, taking me straight to the edge. He slid his palms up to my breasts, pinching the puckered tips, and I burst wide open, the climax rocketing through me as I hung on to the headboard for dear life, crying out with every delectable pulse.
I didn’t even have time to catch my breath before Devlin tipped me onto my back and stretched out above me. “Don’t. Move.”
He didn’t need to worry—all I wanted was him inside me. In ten seconds he was back, tearing open a condom wrapper and rolling it onto his cock. My body was practically shaking with need. I’d never experienced desire like this before. Every nerve ending was on fire. Every muscle was screaming. If he asked me to get on my knees and beg, I’d do it.
But I didn’t have to.
He placed himself between my open legs. We both moaned as he slid inside me, and I swear to God, it was like my previous orgasm picked right up where it left off, because with just a few strokes of his long, hard cock, my core was tightening up again.
“Fuck, you feel way too good.” Devlin’s voice was all panic, no control. There was no delaying this gratification. He moved like a hungry lion uncaged. “And you’re so fucking hot and wet. You take my cock so deep. So hard.”
“I want it,” I rasped, clawing at his ass with my nails, yanking him into me, holding him there while he ground against me. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop...” At that point, I couldn’t talk anymore because my stomach muscles contracted so hard, it stole my breath. Over and over again, he drove in deep, and my body gripped him harder with every single thrust.