My hands move over his thighs, touching, teasing, as I pretend that I’m struggling to figure out how best to measure him. His hand moves to my hair just when his towel comes undone, falling to the floor as his cock is exposed, inches from my face. I lean in and bite down on my lip harshly, a thrill running down my spine.
Ares tightens his grip on my hair and forcibly tilts my head toward him. “What are you doing, wife?”
I smile up at him nervously. “Measuring you?”
“Is that all you’re doing?”
I glance at his hard cock and grin as I let go of my measuring tape. I lean toward his other thigh, making the tip of his cock brush against my lips as I do so. Ares grits his teeth as desire dances in his eyes, and I clench my thighs in anticipation. “Is there something else you’d rather make me do?”
His free hand moves to his cock and he wraps his fingers around the base. “If I find out you’ve ever measured another man this way, there’ll be hell to pay,” he warns.
He grips my hair tightly and moves my face back toward his cock until he’s got my lips placed against the tip of it.
I open up for him and let my tongue brush over the edge, eliciting a loud moan from him. “Raven,” he groans as he holds my head in place.
I look into his eyes as I close my lips around the tip of his cock, sucking down hard. He watches me as he pushes further into my mouth, slowly.
I moan, and Ares pushes in further, until he hits the back of my throat. Then he pulls back out, only to do it all over again, fucking my face the way I wanted him to.
“Look at you,” he groans. “Look at you taking my cock, baby. You’re such a perfect little slut for me. The whole world thinks you’re this sweet and innocent woman. What would they think if they knew how much you’re loving the way I’m fucking your face?”
He tightens his grip on my hair and thrust into my mouth harder. “Slide your hand down your body, right down to your pussy,” he orders, and I obey. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
I nod, never taking my lips off his cock.
“Finger yourself for me, Raven. I want to see you riding your own hand while I fuck your hot little mouth.”
I suck down on him harder, and he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “Unless you want me to shoot my cum all the way down your throat, I advise you to ease off, Wifey.”
I chuckle and swirl my tongue around his cock, teasing him further. He might be fucking my face, but he’s at my mercy.
“Fuck, Raven. Baby, your mouth is too fucking good.”
I watch as he unravels, his movements faster, rougher. I love how powerful this makes me feel. I might be the one of my knees, but he’s the one that’s desperate.
Just as I’m sure he’s about to come, loud knocking sounds on the door, and we jump apart, both of us flustered.
“Ares!”
The sound of Hannah’s voice from beyond the door is sobering for both of us, and my stomach twists painfully. I knew our announcement would make her come running, yet part of me hoped she wouldn’t.
“Get dressed,” he says as he rushes through the dressing room, pulling on clothes in a hurry. I stare at him, still on my knees in a dress I didn’t think he could resist. His gaze drops to me, and guilt flashes through his eyes.
He kneels in front of me and cups my face, his eyes on mine. “Raven,” he whispers.
I shake my head and look away. “Just go,” I whisper. “Go to her, like you always do.”
I push away from him and walk toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me before I sink down to the floor, my knees drawn to my chest. It still doesn’t hurt any less. Despite the promises and the sex, he still goes running the moment he hears her voice.
ChapterForty-Two
Ares
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Go to her, like you always do.Raven’s words keep resounding through my mind as I walk into the living room. How do I take away her insecurities? I can’t erase the years’ worth of memories she has of Hannah and me.
“Ares!”