Page 78 of Marin’s Promise

She gazed up at him expectantly. God’s teeth. Bran took his cock in his hand and guided the tip to her mouth, rubbing it teasingly against her full lips. Tingles of pleasure rippled through him. His breath hissed through his teeth.

“Open yer mouth, wife.” His voice was deep with lust.

She obediently opened her mouth, her gaze fixed on him.

He shifted his hips forward and pushed his cock into her mouth. She closed around him as she’d done with his finger before, and she gave a little suck. Bran’s toes curled at the overwhelming sensation.

“Aye, like that,” he murmured. “Now take it deeper, aye?”

She drew him further into her mouth, suckling with sweet, torturous innocence. Pleasure raked through him, sizzling and greedy. He gave a choked cry and reached for Marin's head to bury his hands in the mass of her silky hair. To guide her over him.

She suckled the incredibly sensitive tip, nudging him into her mouth ever so slightly. A low humming moan in her throat reverberated down his shaft as she pleasured him. He wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

She teased his hard flesh for an indeterminate amount of time, until he was nearly mad with the need for her to take the whole of him. She'd wanted him to feed her his cock—by God he would do so.

He released one hand from her hair and put it over her grip on him. “Open yer mouth wider.” He spoke in a low growl, his throat tight with his restraint to not plunge his cock forward. No, she needed to go at her own pace. “Take me deeper.”

She obediently opened her mouth, and did exactly as he asked, letting him push his cock so it disappeared further.

It was a good thing they'd had one another so often of late, or this simple act alone would have undone him. As it was, he knew he should stop, but dear God, he could not bring himself to do so.