Page 161 of Under Your Scars

I huff out a breath and run my fingers through his hair again, rubbing soothing circles on his scalp as I hand him two painkillers with my other hand. “Thank you for being honest with me.”

“How much longer do I have to sit in this bed?”

I giggle at his restlessness. “Until your wife says so.”

“Is that right?” he asks, tangling a fist in my loose hair and pulling my lips to his. “Then my wife should know that my chest isn’t the only thing in pain. I need medicine only you can give me.”

“Baby, the doctor said no sex.”

“I’m not talking about sex.” He shrugs. “But I wouldn’t say no if you’re offering.”

I give him a mischievous laugh and lightly nip at his ear before trailing slow kisses down his neck. I suck a mark into the section of collarbone where his gray Henley exposes the hollow of his throat.

I cover his neck in kisses, and then carefully trail down his body, staying far away from the healing wound in his stomach. He lets out a small groan of pain when I reach the waistband of his sweatpants and he flexes his abs. I pause, looking up, concern poised on the tip of my tongue.

“Angel, if you stop, I will risk internal bleeding just to hold you down and shove my cock down your throat.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” I say, licking his hard cock over his clothes. He throws his head back and lets out a heavy breath.

He reaches to tug down his sweatpants, enough to expose his throbbing, aching length. “Put me in that pretty mouth, Elena.”

I place a featherlight kiss to the tip. “What did I just say?”

Christian looks down at me with blackened fury in his eyes. He grinds down his molars, and I raise an eyebrow at him. He gets the message. I’m not moving. Not until he gives me what I want.

“You’re in charge, Mrs. Reeves,” he purrs, his voice sensually wrapping around my spine. “But remember what I said about control, sweet angel. It’s only yours as long as I give it to you.” He rubs a thumb across my bottom lip. “Enjoy it.”

I keep full eye contact with him as I lick along the underside of his delicious cock, humming at the familiar manly taste of him. I swirl my tongue around the head, spreading the fat drop of precum and moaning at the saltiness of it.

“More,” Christian demands through gritted teeth, his hands in white-knuckled fists.

“Say please.”

He growls in frustration and grabs my hair, jerking my head back to force me to look at him.

“More.Please.”

I laugh at his desperation, and throw back words he’s said to me many, many times before.

“Beg for it, Christian.”

My poor husband whimpers. He wants me so bad. “Please, angel. Please, baby. Be a good girl for me and suck my cock.”

I take as much of him as I can manage in my mouth, and he shudders immediately, groaning wildly and tangling his fingers in my hair. I suck and lick him savagely.

“Ohfuck,” he moans. “Yes. Yes, just like that. Fuck, your mouth is heaven. Touch yourself, angel. Put your fingers in that pretty pussy.”

I indulge him, not letting up my pace despite my jaw beginning to ache from his size. I run my hands down my body until they reach my shorts. I tug them off and slide my fingers along my slick cunt and I moan against his cock when my fingers graze my swollen clit.

I feel a delicious pressure building in my core, coiling up and begging to snap.

“I’m close,” Christian breathes. “Are you going to be a good girl and swallow all of my cum, baby?”

“Mhm,” I mumble against his length. His hands shove me down as far as I can take him as he spurts ribbons of his hot cum down my throat.

I dutifully swallow it all, just like he wants me to.

“Fuck. Come up here baby, sit on my face and let me taste that perfect cunt.”