Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)(94)

I swallow. I’ve never merged my two lives. Until her. “No.”

The grin she gives me is pure sex, her tongue sliding out over her bottom lip sensually. It’s one of the hottest things about being with Tabitha. She loves sex and has no shame about coming for it.

“Good. I can be the first.” She holds it out to me, anticipation dancing in her dark irises.

“You always had a mask fetish, Tabby?”

Her tongue slips out over her bottom lip. “Not until you.”

I regard the mask, this part of me that I’ve always hidden away. With a gruff shake of my head, I take it and tug it over my face. I lick my lips as I look back at Tabitha, her teeth biting down on that pillowy bottom lip.

“First and last, baby,” I rasp out. “Because I have no plans to fuck anyone other than my wife for the rest of my life.”

She swallows, looking less cocky than a moment ago. Fisting her tank top, I draw her toward me, sitting her upright on the kitchen table before dropping my face close to hers.

Eyes latched together, her breaths fan across my jaw.

“On your knees, Tabby. I changed my mind. I’ll fuck your face first. Eat your pussy after.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, slipping off the table and dropping to the floor eagerly as I rip my shirt off and toss it behind me.

She grabs the waistband of my jeans, popping the button and tugging hard to get the denim out of her way. It’s frantic and clumsy, only because she can’t stop staring up at me. Her eyes flit over my mask as I stand above her, letting her work my pants down all on her own.

When they’re past my knees, she abandons them and makes quick work of my boxers. My cock is at full mast, bobbing near her lips as she licks them, attention finally drawn down.

Her fingers press into my thighs. “Fuck. It’s been like a week, and I forgot how big you are.”

I press closer, watching my head nudge against her mouth. “You can take it.”

Her tongue darts out and licks away the pearl of precum beading on the head. My molars clamp as I watch her savor it and strum her teeth over her bottom lip.

One side of her mouth quirks up as she turns her sultry gaze my way and taunts me again. “Too big. I’ll choke.”

I chuckle darkly as my cock hardens at this game she’s playing. I fist her hair. “Then choke on it, Tabby.”

Her mouth pops open as I thrust forward. Only a few inches fill her mouth, but it feels like heaven. I press farther on the next thrust, reveling in the suction of her mouth and the way she hums when she takes me. It sends a sizzle of heat down my spine.

“Yeah, baby.” I smooth a hand over her head, drawing her eyes to mine. The black of the mask frames my vision. “Just like that.”

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me back farther. Her tongue swirls and her lips suction so hard that my vision blurs. She looks disheveled and hungry and hot as hell. I push the flimsy spaghetti straps off her shoulders and watch the tank top fall to her waist. She doesn’t let up, taking me deeper each time, even as her eyes water.

My fingers slip through her silky hair again as I praise her. “So fucking pretty like this. Sucking my dick like your life depends on it.”

Her lashes flutter and her gaze heats as she pulls off with a wet popping sound and whispers a deep, “Yes,” before lifting my cock and taking my balls into her mouth. I watch her press her legs together, seeking relief. Because if I know Tabitha at all, she gets off on this too. The same way I get off on spending time with my head between her legs.

I gasp as she sucks me in, hand twisting over my length. “Good god, Tabby.” My hands turn to fists in her hair, tugging her head closer, feeling the vibrations of her moans in every limb.

She works me and I groan as she pulls away and trails her tongue over the root of my cock. She hits me with the widest doe eyes before sucking me back in against her tongue.

And it’s my undoing.

“Baby, play with your tits and hold on,” I grit out, keeping her head in place. “Tap my leg if it’s too much.”

I push in, watching for any signs of distress, but all I see are glassy eyes, rosy cheeks, and the drugged expression that takes over her face just before she comes.

My hips pump into the heat of her mouth, and I hit the back of her throat. She makes a strangled noise, but her chin juts forward, seeking my next stroke right as her fingers twist and tug at her nipples.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You take it so good.” I thrust again, watching the way she struggles to take it all but comes back trying for more every time.

The heated way her gaze lands on my mask gets me off. And the desperate little whimper she gives when I withdraw pushes me over the edge. I come hard and fast, filling her mouth and watching her throat work eagerly to keep up.

My head tips back, and my hands soften in her hair as she goes from sucking to licking, cleaning me up like I’m her favorite flavor. When I look back down at her, her mascara is slightly smudged, and her lips are red and puffy.

“Thank you, Wild Side,” she says demurely, hitting me with a wink.

Without another word, I lift her to the table and look her over. She’s disheveled and panting, her shirt scrunched up like a belt around her waist.

“Spread your legs, Tabitha. I want to see how wet gagging on my cock made you.”

Her lips tip up, but she doesn’t move. “Make me.”