Page 89 of The Bad Husband

I glance over my shoulder as he removes his shirt. His fly is already open.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask with a smile.

“What do you think?”

Laughing, I turn to him and watch him strip out of his clothes.

His cock is hard. It juts out in the air.

“Wet it for me, please.”

That please at the end sounds like an order.

I flick my eyes up.

Should I tell him that I have zero experience taking a man into my mouth?

Should I tell him now or after I ran my teeth over his sensitive flesh? Keira warned me that most men hate when women do that.

Should I tell him that I have about as much experience as Henrietta has in her pinky when it comes to this?

I liked it when he punished me. I liked it because he couldn’t tell how my sex life looked before him.

Now?

I don’t know what to say.

He’ll figure me out eventually.

“Do you have a problem with this? You don’t like doing it?’

“I love doing it.”

The lie flies out of my mouth like a bird looking for freedom. How could I say such a stupid thing?

I know what I need to do. I know how to roll my lips and tongue. The question is, will he be able to tell that I have no real-life experience?

I don’t even know how a man feels against my mouth.

How he tastes, and all that.

I push myself toward him and wrap my fingers around him. He’s rock hard, and his shaft is warm. The veins are plump. The head is chiseled.

He’s well endowed, and his erection is mouthwatering, no pun intended.

I wish I could feel a trickle of excitement, but I’m so afraid that I’ll give myself away that all I can think of is how to get through the motions and pretend I’m not clueless.

‘Please don’t try to make it look like you’re some sort of expert,’ a voice whispers in my head, just as fearful and uncertain as I am.

I open my mouth, and there it goes. The premiere of my having my lips around his hard-on is here.

A celebration would be in order with fireworks and cheering.

I close my eyes while bobbing my head.

I’m so distracted by the thought that I forget to move my tongue.

It takes a second to adjust, suck on him, and use my tongue before I dare to open my eyes and look up.