Chapter 23 #3
His head tilts back like he’s been hit. A groan rips from his throat, and he drags a hand through his messy hair like he’s trying to physically keep himself tethered. “Jesus, baby,” he rasps, his voice wrecked.
Before I can react, he surges forward so fast I have to step back, and he nearly fumbles, shoving his jeans down. His hands are jerky, desperate like he’s too far gone to function properly. His urgency makes me chuckle.
He’s already hard, thick, and flushed, his tattooed tip glistening.
I sink to my knees in front of him, and the second I do, he lets out the filthiest, neediest sound I’ve ever heard from him, a sound that shouldn’t be so fucking hot but is.
His fingers are suddenly in my hair, too tight, almost painful, but I love it.
I breathe warm air against his cock, teasing him, watching the way his abs flex and thighs tighten beneath my palms. “You ready, hubby?” I purr, running my tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft, letting my saliva coat him.
Then I wrap my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue in slow, deliberate circles, and his whole body jolts like I just short-circuited his brain.
“Shit, Sparkle,” he chokes out, his voice shaking. “That feels…” He barely gets the words out before his breath stutters, a wrecked groan spilling from his lips. “Fuck-fu—” His jaw clenches so hard it looks painful, and his fingers spasm in my hair.
I hum around him, and his reaction is instant. His hips jerk forward, his control snapping for just a second before he manages to rein himself in, his entire body locked tight with the effort.
I bob my head, taking him deeper with every stroke, my saliva slicking his cock until it glistens, my hand wrapping around the base to stroke what my mouth doesn’t reach.
The mint still makes my mouth flood, and the wet, lewd sounds echo in the room—slick, sloppy, and utterly obscene.
Spit drips from my lips, sliding down my chin.
“Holy fuck,” he groans. “It’s so fucking wet. You’re so goddamn filthy, baby.” His breath hitches as he looks down like he’s witnessing something life-altering as saliva pools at the corners of my lips, smearing down his shaft as I take him deeper.
I let him have his moment, then slowly pull back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. The sheer wreckage in his expression makes my thighs clench. His lips part on a ragged breath, and spit clings to the tip of his cock, a thin string still connecting us.
His entire body is shaking.
Spit dribbles from my chin, and I let it drip messily onto him before taking him back into my mouth.
And then he moves.
Too fast. His hands are back in my hair, gripping, his pupils nearly swallowing the silver of his irises as he pulls me forward, almost like he’s chasing my mouth.
I brace a hand on his stomach and pull back. “Ah-ah,” I murmur, a teasing edge in my voice, but there’s steel underneath. “Slow down.”
He blinks like he’s trying to resurface, trying to stop himself from completely losing control. His chest heaves, his fingers twitching against my scalp.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he breathes out. His hands loosen, and he drags them down my arms, squeezing like he needs to ground himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, Sparkle.”
“Nope, surviving. Remember?”
He chuckles when I lean in and lick up his dick again. “I need to brand this view into my brain.” Then I take him deep. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”
A grin curls my lips as I slowly pull back. His cock slips from my mouth with a wet pop, and he lets out a tortured groan.
“Don’t worry, hubby,” I tease, “I’m going to document this for our wedding album.”
I pull out his phone from his jeans that are still half on, open the camera, and let his cock rest against my lips, my tongue peeking out to tease the underside.
I angle the camera just right and snap a selfie that will haunt him for-fucking-ever, his thick length glistening with my spit against my mouth, making the star on his tip appear deep black.
He groans like a man on the verge of a breakdown. “Holy-fucking-shit, baby.”
“It’s a masterpiece, really.” I glance at the photo, satisfied with the filthiness of it, the sheen of saliva on my chin, the lust-drunk look in my eyes, the flushed, hard proof of how much he wants me. Sylus is fucking wrecked, and it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
So, I turn the phone around to show him, and his jaw drops.
“Jesus,” he croaks, his hips twitching like he’s fighting the urge to thrust into the air. “That’s… that’s fucking criminal. You’re a menace.”
I wink, throwing the phone onto the bed, letting my fingers trail down his cock, wrapping around the base. “You love it.”
“I do.” He laughs a shaky, breathless sound. “I really fucking do.”
I kiss the star on the tip, my tongue flicking out to taste him again. “Then let me finish ruining you.”
I take him back into my mouth, sliding down inch by inch, and his fingers are back in my hair while his hips jerk as if he has lost control over himself.
“You’re so fucking good at this.” A deep groan leaves his lips. “So fucking sloppy and perfect. Look at you, fuck, swallowing my cock like you were made for it.”
I pull back just enough to take a few panting breaths. Spit drips down his shaft, pooling at his base, and I flick my tongue over the head, my eyes locked on his. “I was made for it.”
“Fuck.” His eyes roll back. “Don’t say stuff like that unless you want me to lose it again.”
I chuckle and take him back into my mouth, pushing down until he hits the back of my throat and my nose touches his pelvis. A broken moan tears from his lips as I stay there, swallowing around him, feeling him throb against my tongue.
Good thing I don’t have a gag reflex anymore.
“Sparkle, fuck, I can’t… you’re gonna make me—”
I slide my hands up his thighs, encouraging him, and he gets the message.
His control snaps completely, and he starts to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper, his cock sliding down my throat.
I relax, letting him take what he needs.
Then he starts fucking my face with a wild, helpless rhythm.
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don’t care.
I’m drowning in the sounds he makes—the shaky moans, the broken gasps that tumble out of him like he can’t hold them back.
I can’t help but moan and hum around his length as need burns through me, igniting a flurry of desire. My clit tingles, and I’m desperate for friction, but this is for him.
Him using me for his pleasure makes me so fucking wet.
“God, yes. Just like that. Your mouth, shit, it’s everything.”
He fucks my mouth with abandon, and the wet, sloppy sounds grow louder. Then he yanks me back on my hair, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet gasp. I blink up at him, spit and tears all over my face. His chest heaves, and his eyes take on a wild sheen.
“Stop,” he pants out. “We have to stop. You’re fucking overqualified for this, and I still want to fuck your pussy.”
He releases my hair, his hands going to his shirt, and in one swift motion, he yanks it over his head. Then, with a tenderness that surprises me, he uses it to wipe my face.
The cotton drags gently over my skin, erasing the mess of tears and spit, his fingers brushing my jaw as he tilts my chin slightly to clean me. It’s as if this moment, this care, is more important than the fire crackling between us.
When he’s satisfied, he tosses the shirt aside without a second thought, leaving me staring at him as he stands above me. Every inch of him is lean and taut, sweat slicking his skin. His jeans and boxers hit the floor next, pooling around his ankles, and he kicks them off.
I barely have time to process the glorious sight of him before his hands are on me, pulling me to my feet. His fingers slide under my shirt, lifting it up and off, also making quick work of my bra.
Sylus’s hands skim down my body, lingering at my waistband for a second, then he peels off my jeans and panties in one smooth motion. I’m left standing in front of him, completely bare, my body trembling with need.
“Look at you.” His eyes rake over me. “You’re so damn perfect.”
His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers parting me, and he groans as he feels how wet I am. “Hello, beautiful, have you been aching for me while she was choking on my cock?”
“Are you talking to my pussy?”
“Shh, I’m talking to my favorite body part of yours.” He breathes deeply, his fingers teasing my entrance, circling but not pushing in. “You’re already dripping. How are you this fucking wet?”
I grip his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin as my hips roll into his touch, a soft whine escaping me. “Because you haven’t fucked me yet, and I need you.”
“Yeah? You need me to fuck you, baby?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I was promised to be railed against a wall until a little puddle forms at your feet.’”
“You’ve been thinking about that, haven’t you?” His eyes darken, that wicked grin spreading across his face like he’s already imagining it. “Couldn’t get it out of your pretty little head?”
I shake my head, breathless. “Not since you told me it’s your favorite.”
In a heartbeat, his arms slide under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrap around his waist, and his cock presses hot and hard against me. He walks me backward until my back hits the cool wall, making me gasp.
He adjusts his grip, one hand holding my thigh so tight his fingertips press into my skin, the other guiding the head of his cock to my entrance. “Say yes a second time for me today, Sparkle baby.”
“God, yes,” I breathe out on a whimper. “Please.”
He thrusts up into me in one smooth, deep stroke. My body arches, my head falling back against the wall as he fills me completely. The stretch is perfect.
“Fuck,” he groans out, his forehead dropping to my collarbone. “You’re so fucking tight.”
He pulls back almost all the way, then slams into me again, his hips snapping with a force that steals my breath. I cling to his shoulders as my nails dig into his skin, and he sets a brutal rhythm, his cock pounding into me, hitting every perfect spot inside me.
“F-fuck,” I cry out, my legs trembling around his waist. “Harder, Sylus. Please.”
“Harder?” he pants out, adjusting his angle and gripping my ass tighter, thrusting into me harder, deeper. The sound of his hips slapping against my soaked flesh fills the room, lewd and filthy. “You want me to fuck you until you’re dripping all over me?”
“Yes!” I sob, my body shivering, every nerve ending ablaze.
His mouth crashes against mine as his tongue thrusts in time with his hips. When he pulls back, his lips are swollen and his eyes wild. “You’re taking me so fucking good, baby.” He groans, his hand sliding down to rub my clit. “My perfect little wife.”
The pressure on my clit sends sparks up my spine, the pleasure twisting tighter.
“Sylus, I… I’m gonna—”
“Come for me,” he growls out, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re the only one who gets to come on this cock ever again.”
Holy shit.
His fingers press harder, circling my clit, and I shatter. A loud moan rips from my throat, my body locking up as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashes over me. My pussy clenches around him, milking his cock, and a gush of wetness spills out of me, drenching him.
“Fuck!” he roars, his hips jerking as he slams into me one final time. His cock pulses, heat spilling deep inside me as his body trembles with the force of his release.
We stay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat, his forehead resting against mine. His arms tighten around me while his cock is still buried deep, anchoring us together.
A breathless chuckle escapes him. “I’d ask you to marry me right now if you hadn’t already.”
“You know…” I rest my head against his shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy circles along his damp skin, “… if that’s what being your wife feels like, I might just let you keep me.”
His lips press to my temple, his breath a warm promise against my skin. “Forever, Sparkle.”
And God, if that doesn’t sound like the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.