Submission Specialist(Still a Bad Boy #2)(118)

I moaned right on him and shivered deliciously as I took the end of his hardening rod past my lips. Jace let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh of satisfaction, reaching down to take both of my wrists, holding them behind my back with one hand so I had to do everything with my mouth.

The thick tip of his cock swelled as I ran my tongue all around it, never taking my eyes off his face and taking my cues from his reactions. Less than a year ago I had never even seen a man naked in real life, it still felt crazy that now I could give so much pleasure to a man like this.

With every beat of his heart, his cock became more engorged. I rose with it, bobbing my head up and down now that it was almost at full mast and swirling my tongue on the sensitive underside.

Jace started rocking his hips up to meet the downward movements of my head, beginning to fuck my face just like he said he would. He always made good on his promises.

It wasn’t long before the inevitable happened and the end of his hard length hit the back of my throat, making my eyes water and blood rush to my face. I pulled my head back, but Jace reached out and grabbed a firm fistful of hair at the back of my head to force me back down, pressing his stiff length against the back of my throat all the harder.

With my hands still trapped behind my back I had nothing to push with, despite what my instincts were screaming at me to do, and I was completely at his mercy. He loved to use me like his little fucktoy, and I loved to be used like his little fucktoy, but that didn’t make fighting my gag reflex any easier.

Worse still, with my hands in his vice-like grip behind my back, I couldn’t do anything about my pussy, which was in desperate need for some tender loving attention. I clamped my thighs together and wiggled my ass, stimulating myself enough that I moaned and the next thing I knew, the pressure on the back of my throat relented a little as a few inches of thick erection slid in, cutting off my air supply.

All day I’d managed to stifle my tears of joy because the last thing I wanted was to undo the magical work that Becky had done on my make-up and have to look back at my wedding album and cringe at the mess I’d made of myself. Now though, we were behind closed doors and I was Jace’s to use and ruin as he saw fit.

“Oh fuck yeah, you sexy little bitch,” Jace groaned.

I stuck my tongue out, straining to reach his balls. Another fraction of an inch worth of dick slid into my throat, but I wasn’t there yet. One day I might be able to take him all, but I still had a lot of practice to get there.

Though my vision was blurry, I could see that Jace didn’t look even the slightest bit disappointed, simply savoring the feel of my throat hugging his thickness. Just when I thought I might run out of oxygen, my husband let me pull back to gasp for air.

“You like choking on that cock, Kendall?” he asked.

“Yes,” I panted.

Before I could catch my breath completely, my hard-fucking husband forced my head down again pushing his shaft back down my throat with a wet squelching sound. He let go of my wrists so he could curl that hand around the back of my neck, completely controlling my position so he could fuck my face in earnest.

It wasn’t long before rivulets of saliva were streaming down his cock as the gurgling impacts against the back of my throat almost drowned out the drone of the jet engines in my ears. My hands were on his thighs, instinctively pushing away no matter how much I wanted to take him deeper. I could feel those rock-hard muscles flexing and I was no match for his sheer power, and I didn’t want to be.

His cock was every bit as hard as his muscles and his masculine essence filled my world as it ran back and forth over my tongue. I continued to squeeze my thighs together and wiggle my ass, and I could feel my panties were a sopping mess under the pristine white wedding gown.

My face must have been quite a sight by now too. I could feel those streaks of tears that had no doubt taken some make-up along for the ride, and by the way Jace was looking at me, he was enjoying the transformation of what looked like a virginal bride into wanton slut.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed it mid-shaft with the hand that had been curled around the back of my neck, slapping it against my face. I could feel the cool air on my cheek, my nose, my forehead as he smeared saliva and pre-cum all over.

Another spark of pleasure, bigger than the first, made me gasp in the middle of my dick-slapping. I was a slave to this cock, and Jace knew it. He was dominating me with it already, and he’d only just begun.

“You look so fucking sexy sucking my cock, Kendall. You want me to fuck you now?”

Slap! Slap!

“Yes!”

“Beg for it, tell me what you need.”

“Please! Fuck me like the plane’s going down!”