Luscious - Lexi Blake Page 0,55

inch by inch. Each slow pass brought him closer and closer to the soft velvet at the back of her throat.

Her tongue dragged over the underside of his cock and then rolled around lazily, tracing and exploring the lines of his erection. He allowed her to play for a moment. She gripped his cock with one soft hand, squeezing him tight while she worked his cockhead, suckling and teasing him until he couldn’t take another second.

“Stop playing. I want to fuck your mouth.” His hand gently gripped her hair, forcing her to still. She went compliant, allowing him to force another inch of his cock inside. It still wasn’t enough. God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He might never be able to get enough of her.

The silk of her hair played against his hand as he gently pulled on it. A low moan came from her throat, reverberating all over his dick. She liked it when he pulled her hair, never too much. He didn’t want to hurt her, merely sensitize her to his touch. Her scalp would light up a little when he tugged on her hair. He wanted every inch of her flesh alive and pulsing with pleasure. He needed to teach her that he was the man who could make her feel. He wanted to be that man because absolutely no other woman had ever made him feel the way Ally did.

But now he wanted to concentrate on the drag of her tongue over his cock.

She relaxed and let him thrust in and out of her mouth. Every moan she made tingled along his cock and brought him closer and closer to the edge. They’d played at D/s up to this point, but he was going to move them along. He wouldn’t want to squash her spirit. Her crazy, independent, gorgeous soul was the reason he loved her, but she needed someone who would watch out for her. Someone who would make sure she never lived in her car again or put herself in a position where she could get hurt. He would gently curb her self-destructive tendencies and she would bring him out of his self-imposed shell.

He looked down on her, his cock taking over. He loved her. He loved her so fucking much. He was thirty years old and had been married for over a decade, but Allyson Jones was the first woman he’d ever loved.

Another thrust brought him to the soft spot at the back of her throat. Ally swallowed around him and there was no fighting it anymore. His whole body stiffened as he came, pulsing streams into her sweet mouth.

His submissive did as she’d been asked. She took it all. Ally swallowed everything he had to give her and she did it with her eyes up, staring at him like she couldn’t get enough.

He’d intended this to be punishment. He’d intended to spank her, fuck her mouth and then make her wait until after dinner to get hers.

She licked his cock one last time before sitting back. “Is Sir pleased?”

It was the smile on her face that did it. That smile wasn’t a smirk or sarcasm. She was happy. She was happy to be with him, to make love with him. He’d put that smile on her face and it made him feel larger, more satisfied than anything he’d done before. With Allyson by his side, he could face what he needed to. He could move on because now he had a true partner.

“Sir is madly in love with you.” He reached down and helped her stand, his mouth finding hers.

Punishment could wait. He simply wanted her.

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Ally’s whole body came alive the minute he touched her. His tongue surged in and she wondered if he could taste his own salty essence on her tongue. She’d loved taking his cock in her mouth, adored how much pleasure she could bring to her big strong warrior.

She wished they’d met long ago, wished she’d been the wife by his side when he was hurt. She would have done anything to help him through it. She would have eased the way.

He drew back and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing that chest that always got her hot as hell. Macon was a work of art and a few tiny scars and the loss of most of one leg couldn’t change that fact. The imperfections in his body only made him more beautiful to her eyes. She ran her hands over the