Page 66 of Thorns of Deceit

“You want me too, Raven,” he drawled. “No sense in pretending otherwise.”

“Your confidence is such a turn-off.” My voice trembled, betraying the lie. The truth was, I’d always loved his confidence and found it hard to resist it.

“Let’s not lie to each other, because I can smell your arousal from here. Now, on all fours.”

Flushing, I tipped forward, my palms landing on the marble floor, my pussy aching and desperate. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and began my slow crawl.

“Is your cunt swollen and needy, wife?” I froze, my eyes locking on his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you smell just as I remember,” he said, and I felt his deep growl in my bones. “Keep crawling.”

My knees shuffled, my thighs rubbing together as my eyes locked on his glistening cock. The memory of his taste made me salivate, and I hated myself for it.

Once the distance closed between us, he ordered, “Open your mouth.”

I parted my lips, not taking my eyes off of him as he guided the tip over my lips, smearing his pre-cum. My tongue slipped out, needing to taste him, and my eyes fluttered shut.

My pussy throbbed and I closed my mouth around his shaft, moaning as he teased his throbbing head in an inch, then out an inch.

“If you need to breathe, tap my leg.”

“You overestimate?—”

He thrust his full size down my throat, gagging me into silence. He groaned, his head falling back as my eyes watered. I swallowed around the length of him, then began to bob my head.

Was I insane for wanting this? For being turned on by his domination?

His hand came to my head, grabbing a fistful of hair. He controlled the movement as he fucked my throat, his thrusts harsh and fast.

I struggled to breathe but refused to tap out, intent on seeing this through—and on chasing my own pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, his rhythm steadying and our eyes locking as he plunged into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

Tears slid down my cheeks and he eased me back, a string of saliva trailing from my mouth to his tip. No sooner had I taken a deep breath into my burning lungs than he drove back into my throat.

My tongue traced his bulging veins and his cock swelled thicker between my lips.

“Such a good wife,” he purred, his grip on my hair teetering on the edge of painful. “Fuck, Raven. You’re taking every inch of me, just the way I taught you.”

He thrust deep. Hard. Fast. He was going at my throat like a vengeful beast, and that should’ve scared me. Instead, I was left digging my fingers into his thighs to keep from trailing them to my center.

“Has anyone else tasted you?” I moaned, a deep vibration in my throat drawing more cum from him. He yanked my head back, his cock slipping from my lips with a pop. “Answer me.” I blinked, saliva dribbling down my chin, and tried to focus on what he asked. “Has anyone else tasted my wife?” he repeated.

“N-no.” I opened my mouth, resisting his firm hold. “I want to keep sucking your cock. Please.”

He smiled harshly, a merciless gleam entering his eyes. “Good girl. Now welcome my cock home, Raven. Suck every inch of it.”

He thrust in again, his balls hitting my chin. My gagging sounds mixed with grunts, and he resumed his movements, using my mouth. He plowed faster and harder, the wet sloshing of each thrust making the most obscene symphony.

I brought my hand around his thick length, but my grip faltered as he pushed deeper. Instead, I reached for his balls and massaged them while more saliva trickled from my chin and slick arousal gathered between my legs.

And then he spilled into my mouth. I gagged, about to spit it out, when he stopped me with a hand pressed against my nape.

“Swallow,” he demanded. I paused, staring at him wide-eyed. “Every. Fucking. Drop.”

I gulped, my chest rising and falling while the slightly salty and sweet cum filled my mouth. His gaze on me, I swallowed slowly.

My reward was Aiden’s guttural words. “Good wife.”

He pulled out and I gasped for air. Before I could wipe the mess we’d made from my chin, he yanked me to my feet and set me on his lap.