or my breasts?” It’s a trick question. The greedy bastard wants both.
Aware of his plight, Leith starts to fist his own cock. My hands roam his chest, and my tongue tangles with his. When my husband is shivering with desire, I order, “Keep your hands at your sides, Leith.”
My palms glide over the strained crests of his abdominals as my nipples trail down. Once my breasts are in position around his cock, I rub them up and down the length of him, lips teasing his head.
Leith’s head falls back. His throat vibrates. Leith gives an addicted groan. “Och, Chevelle, I love ye so much. Stop torturing me.”
“Torture? I thought only my mouth brought you torture.” Biting my lip, I continue my ascent. My breasts hug his girth, moving back and forth. I slobber at the crown of him, tweaking my nipples. I work his cock between my soft melons until my husband is calling my name. My folds wish to worship the smooth skin over his hard flesh. Though I’m in agony, I’m fully aware that my treasure won’t be savoring him tonight. Nope. Not at all. Leith’s losing the sliver of control he had. At that precise second, I deny the bastard the release he hungers for. It serves him right.
Chapter 60
Leith
A godforsaken pressure strangles my baws. I’ll not wish this curse on my worst enemy. I’d bloody rather be stabbed than have Chevelle’s miraculous lips flee my dick. Groaning from deep down in my chest, I ask my wife, “Why. The. Feck. Did ye stop?”
“Oh, I love the sound of your voice. I’m so wet for you, baby. But you drugged me.”
“Ye absolved me.” I gasp, mopping my lips across her chest. “Yer kisses were so compassionate, so forgiving.”
“Did I?”
“Och, maybe nae.” I shrug. “My turn now.”
“Leith, I’m not sleeping with you after you drug—”
I pull Chevelle beneath me and bind her wrists in one motion. While my tongue tangles with my wife’s, I clamp her face, ceasing all her attempts to run. In a frenzy, I nip and bite her neck.
At her shiver of a cry, I groan, “Ye love it when I feck ye, Chevelle.” I can’t slow the feck down, can’t stop the fever she sparked in us. My hands cup her arse, and I push her legs wide, planting my face there.
“Ye said I drugged ye? Nae, this is a drug, my drug.” I inhale the sugary scent of her.
“Ohhh . . . Leith,” she cries out as my tongue plows into her sex. “I’m still angry, damn! Oh, baby!”
“Aye, ye’re bloody elated!” My skilled fingers caress Chevelle’s clit. I look up with fascination from between her thighs. Feck the dull ache from my gun wound.
“Leith, baby, stop. I’m . . . angry. Please let me be angry.” Her face is gorgeous, erotic, sexy, maddening, and indeed, bloody feckin’ angered all at once.
“Ye’re happy,” I demand, lowering my head to her sex.
With her walls tightening around my tongue, the renewed urgency of having her pushes me to the edge. I flip until I’m on my back, and Chevelle is on top, arse and hips straddling my entire face. My tongue pushes farther into her, kissing fiercely.
Chevelle’s hips move, rocking against me as my biceps pump her, thrusting her shuddering cunt over my tongue. With every stroke of my mouth along the drug lined walls of her sex, my bristled jaw scrapes softly between her thighs. Chevelle grows weak, swaying with me until she unleashes a river of honey.
“Yesss! Yesss . . .” her cries are drowned out by her body rocking orgasm. I grip Chevelle about the waist and bring her trembling body down over mine.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” she murmurs. “Give me a second. I’ll die if you’re not inside of me.”
I kiss her mouth. “That’s the sweetest taste I’ve ever had, love.”
“Leith . . .” Her soft hand glides down over my hardened cock. I place my hand over hers, kissing her again. “Mmmm, hen. Put those panties back on. When we’re done with this, I’m gonna have ye, all of ye.”
“Ohhh,” she groans.
“Now that ye tortured me enough.”
Her swollen breasts tremble. “I take it back. Not fair.”
My knuckles follow the soft crease of her frown. I kiss her again. “Chevelle, later, I promise. Sweetheart, tell me, who the feck is the bitch next to Fausto? Tell me ye’re not gonna be lenient with Fausto on account that she’s yer friend.”
“No, Leith. I think she may be the reason