Page 67 of Sweet Wicked Vows
She was everything I imagined and more.
Sweeter than honey and more addictive than any drug in the world.
A primal noise came from me as I slid my tongue along her swollen clit, savoring each second of her. Her hips buckled, but my hands kept her right where I wanted her—spread before me like my own personal buffet.
“Sorry, can you repeat that?” Evelyn tried to speak normally.
My lips encased her clit, tugging it gently with my teeth. A hand darted to my head, fingers painfully grabbing strands of my hair as I feasted on her like it was my last meal.
Blood pumped to my cock, begging to be taken out and stroked. What I wouldn’t do to be able to bury myself to the hilt inside her.
But I didn’t stop, not even to take a breath as I sucked her clit and swirled my tongue along every nerve ending possible.
If she were my last meal, I’d die a happy man.
Her hips ground down against my face and I groaned against her, lapping up her fresh juices with each flick of my tongue.
Fingernails dug deeper into my scalp as I thrust my tongue into her, feeling the tightness wrap around the tip of my tongue. She was close, her body was tightening, and her breathing was getting shorter.
Those on the call were either too polite to ask what was wrong, or they were fully unaware that my wife was seconds away from coming on my face.
She was nodding along to whatever the others were saying, though neither of us were taking in a single word.
Her thighs clenched on either side of my head.
“Don’t come,” I breathed against her cunt. “Come and you’ll be punished.”
I moved a finger to her entrance and slid it into her, right down to the second knuckle.
Triumph erupted in me as Evelyn didn’t fight back the explosive whimper.
Fuck, the pulsing alone in my cock—I was seconds away from ruining my trousers.
“Are you okay?” Una questioned. “You seem a bit flushed.”
“I’m fine. Why don’t you just send me everything in an email?” Evelyn inhaled through gritted teeth. Her fingers yanked my hair tighter and pulled my face flush against her cunt. “I’ll read it over with Jaxon this afternoon… and ahhh… get back to you.”
My mouth found her clit again, sucking it between my lips and continuing my assault while I slipped another finger deep into her.
She shattered the second she hung up the call, not as much as saying a goodbye to the others.
I didn’t relent.
Sucking, licking, fucking her with my fingers until her whole body was trembling. She cried out, her nails cutting into my skull as she broke into a million pieces.
“How is it even possible for you to be even more beautiful when you come?”
Her body arched in the seat. “Fuck,” she cried out. “Jaxon, don’t stop!”
“That’s it,” I moaned into her. “I want everyone in this building to hear you. I want them to hear you come all over my tongue, my face, my fingers. Because you’re mine, Evelyn.”
“Oh god, Jaxon,” she moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”
Her wish was my command.
“Is this what you want?” I plunged a third finger into her,curling to find the spot that made her legs shake. “You want me to finger fuck you until you’re nothing more than a whimpering mess covered in your own juices?”
She nodded weakly, still trying to recover from the last orgasm.