Chapter 13 #3
I slightly gagged as I took him to the back of my throat. Gripping his muscular thighs, I bobbed my head and circled his girth with my tongue. Fluttering my eyes upward, I gazed at him through low lids. My stomach fluttered and my nails sank into his flesh.
Pulling back, I suckled his tip, swirling my tongue and nibbling lightly. His knees buckled and his hand went to the back of my head.
I was caught off guard when my head was yanked back, bringing a stream of slobber with it.
“I thought I was the one doing the rewarding,” he grunted, his eyes low and glowing with lust.
A yelp fell from my mouth when Yosiah leaned down and pulled me up. Swooping me up, he carried me the short distance to his large bed and laid me down with my legs dangling over the edge. My breathing quickened watching him grab the hem of my dress and pushing it over my hips.
My eyes widened and my lips parted when he yanked my panties down and spread my legs.
There’s no way.
My heart pounded roughly watching Yosiah lower himself between my legs. Tossing them over his shoulders, he turned his head and pressed his lips against my thigh. I shivered as his goatee brushed over my skin.
“I never thought you would agree to work for anyone,” he rasped, more so to himself, lightly brushing his lips up the inside of my thigh.
“As your husband, I guess it’s my job to let you know when you did good and show you how impressed I am.
” His tongue flattened and collected the juices that leaked from my center.
“Yosiah!” I gripped his comforter tightly.
Please, I begged silently, fearing he might stop at any moment.
I’d never felt his mouth between my legs before. His warm breaths tickled my skin. He sucked his way to my center, and when his mouth hovered over my opening, my pussy grew even wetter and my clit throbbed painfully.
I held my breath and shuddered out a loud moan when his tongue ran from the bottom of my pussy up to my clit.
He sucked it into his mouth, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
Part of me believed Yosiah didn’t know how to eat pussy since he never did it before, but he was quickly showing how wrong my assumptions were.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as his tongue quickly flicked over my clit along with his fingers. The sound of my wetness increased as his hand moved faster and I grew wetter.
“Oh please!” I begged, arching my back when his other hand moved upward and he cuffed my breast.
He wasn’t even touching my bare chest and it still caused my stomach to tremble. My moans grew louder and my hips bucked when his hand left my clit and his finger pushed inside me. He moved it skillfully in and out with quickness, soon adding a second.
A wave of emotions flooded me as my body shifted and bucked when pleasure exploded inside me.
“I’ve been a fool for not tasting you sooner,” he said against my pussy lips, removing his fingers and lapping my juices as I came. His tongue invaded my pussy. My hand darted to the back of his head, pushing it deeper into my soaking tunnel.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, humping into his mouth.
Listening to my pleas, he continued devouring me. Each time I came, his aggressiveness increased.
“Are you happy with your reward?” he asked, lifting his face, thumbing my clit and gazing into me.
His chin and goatee dripped with my sweetness.
I tried to respond, but instead I cried out as my body trembled, my toes curled, and my pulse pounded in my ears.
“Thatta girl. Show your husband how much you appreciate his reward.” He lowered his mouth again, running his tongue up and down my slit.
“Your mouth. I can’t,” I struggled out as my head spun.
Yosiah was showing me a new side of himself.
One I didn’t think even existed. For so long I believed he was this stoic man that loathed me and counted down the days until he could separate himself from me.
Now I wasn’t sure what to believe. The way he gazed at me and kissed me earlier was too passionate for someone who didn’t give a damn about me.
Even now, the way he ate me made my blood vibrate.
He was making love to my pussy as if he was releasing years of pent-up sexual tension.
I prided myself on having a high libido but I wasn’t how much more I could take.
“Go there and show them why you deserve that stylist spot full-time,” Yosiah expressed in a throaty tone.
He pressed a featherlight kiss on my sensitive lips as he lightly stroked me.
“I can’t wait to see how you handle the position.
” Another kiss. “I’m glad to see you showing everyone, including me, how good you are.
How strong you are. How fucking talented you can be.
” With the last of his words, he sucked roughly.
My mind blanked, my eyes squeezed shut, and spots of white spots splashed behind my lids.
My hand tightened on the back of his neck. He continued massaging my breast.
My eyes fluttered open when Yosiah gripped my chin. You would think I’d just run a marathon by how quickly my heart was pounding and my heavy breathing. Yosiah’s mouth fell onto mine. Instantly my mouth opened, accepting his tongue coated in my juices.
“Thank you, hubby,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from my loud crying and moans. I struggled to keep my eyes open as I lazily returned Yosiah’s kiss.
“I’ll never doubt you again, Xylina. Keep making me proud,” Were the last words I heard before fading into a peaceful slumber.