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“Come here, Mrs. Malik,” Oz beckons the moment he’s closed and locked the door behind him.
My skin immediately starts to prickle as awareness washes over me. It’s only been hours since the last time we had sex, but my body is perking up like it’s been years since I felt him inside of me.
“Etta,” Oz calls again, his eyes hooded and dark, like something inside of him that he’s kept restrained for the last few hours has finally been released.
Rising to my feet, I glide over to him without thought, finding myself standing toe to toe with my husband, my chin tipped back so I can look up at him.
“Fuck, I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispers, cupping my cheek with his palm, then lowering his hand until it’s wrapped around my throat, his thumb rubbing circles over my pulse.
Bending down, he lifts me off the floor, encouraging me to wrap my legs around him. His lips find mine, and he kisses me like it’s the first time he’s had the chance. The kiss is drugging, and I allow myself to sink into his control, letting him move me where he wants me while I just enjoy the kiss.
We’re both breathing heavy when he pulls back and slowly lowers me to the floor. “Don’t move,” he orders, stepping away from me to quickly lock up the back door and turn out the lights.
“Good girl,” he praises when he comes back to me. Picking me up again, his hand palms my ass possessively as he carries me up the stairs, heading for his bedroom.
Neither of us speaks as he places me back on the floor beside the bed and starts to undress me. Peeling my hoodie up and over my head, he presses hot kisses to my nipples through my bra and a soft peck against my stomach before he sinks to his knees and starts to peel my sweat pants down my legs.
Even though I know this is a prelude to sex, the way he’s tending to me makes a warmth heat in my belly. I like the way he takes care of me, even if it’s just the way he undresses me so he can fuck me. In the past, the closest I’ve ever gotten to a man undressing me like I’m a gift was in my imagination. My exes were more “shall we have sex tonight?” guys than men who could seduce me without saying a word.
“I’m going to lick this wet little cunt until you come all over my face, then I’m going to finger your ass until you come all over my hand, then I’m going to fuck you slow and deep and pump you full of my cum.”
A shudder ricochets through me, and a groan bursts from my mouth.
“Oh, Little One, you want that, don’t you? You need me, don’t you?”
I nod, but he doesn’t move, he just looks up at me from the floor at my feet. He may be in a submissive position right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s very much in charge.
“Words, Etta. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want it,” I whimper, squeezing my thighs together to try to stem the heat that’s bloomed between my legs.
Slipping my panties off, he stares up at me, his gaze heated and shrewd. Then he smirks. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me. Show me my perfect little pussy.”
My body acts like he’s the one controlling my limbs, and my feet shuffle apart, giving him an exposed view of my damp folds.
“So wet and pretty,” he coos absentmindedly. “This hair is sexy, but I think I might shave you, so there’s nothing impeding my view. I want to be able to see just how wet you are, and this little tuft of hair is stopping me,” he says, running his fingers between my legs and tugging at my short landing strip of public hair.
“You can’t shave me,” I protest weakly.
“Yes, I can. This pussy is for my eyes and my lips and my touch only. So you’ll do what I say because I’ll be the only one that knows that you’re smooth and ready for me.
“Oz,” I gasp as he parts my lips and brushes his finger over my swollen and sensitive clit.
“With this hair gone, I’d be able to see your greedy little clit better.” He slips his finger to the side, then back over my clit, teasing me with his touch, then taking it away. “I’d be able to lick it and suck it and watch it swell with need.”
Leaning forward, he swipes his tongue over the engorged bundle of nerves, and I groan loudly and desperately as I sway forward, following his mouth when he leans back away from my body.
“Please,” I beg, pleading with my eyes as I look down at him.
“I love it when you ask so prettily,” he taunts, burying his face into my folds and latching onto my clit with his lips, sucking so hard my legs buckle. He catches me before I fall, holding me upright. When he abandons my clit, I cry out my frustration, but instead of relenting, he smirks up at me instead.
“Fine, I’ll shave. I don’t care, just please make me come,” I cry.
I feel his laughter vibrate against my mound as he carefully ensures my legs are steady before he parts my folds with his fingers, then buries his face into my sex again and eats me with a vigor that shocks me. He told me he planned to lick me until I came all over his face, but he never mentioned that he intended to finger fuck my pussy at the same time. I’m incoherent, and my fingers are ripping his hair from his head as I come not once but twice, soaking his face and coating him in my release.
Smiling triumphantly, he scoops me off the floor and dumps me on the bed, flipping me to my stomach before he delivers on the rest of his promise. He fingers my ass until I lose my mind and scream into the comforter, then fucks me until I’m begging him to fill me with his cum and breed me.
By the time my eyes fall shut, I’m sticky, exhausted, and happier than I can ever remember being.
