Page 120 of Make You Mine

“Oh, don’t worry about him, darling.”

“Is he okay?”

I cackle. “I don’t know if he’s okay, but he’s alive.”

“Take me to him.”

“I can’t do that. But you’ll see him eventually. I promise you that. Of course, you have to be a good girl first.” And that’s all I’ll say about it. “Now, where were we?” I straighten and let go of her throat. “Oh, yeah. Me, you, my cock, your mouth. It’s a date.”

I unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down, revealing my boxers. With one hand, I grip my cock and take it out, letting it spring to life. Swollen and ready.

“On your knees, my wife.”

She needs a little guidance, a bit of knife-pointing to get her to fall on her knees, but eventually she understands what’s good for her.

The hand with the knife is firm by my side, reminding her what could happen if she refuses. I would never hurt her, but a bit of pretending goes a long way.

She yelps as I pull at her hair with my other hand, only slightly, enough for her to behave.

“Open wide, baby,” I instruct her.

She parts her lips—lips begging to be fucked—and I push her face forward, forcing her to stretch her mouth wider. I slide myself in, groaning as my length hits the back of her throat and I fill her up.

“Good girl.”

I’m in fucking heaven.

This is what dreams are made of.

I pull back slightly, and she takes me in well. Her hand wraps around my length. Her tongue starts swirling around it, making sure every single inch gets a lick.

My dick swells the more she keeps working me, bobbing back and forth. She teases the head of my cock before sliding it between her lips again, taking me deeper each time I ram my cock into her mouth.

An inhuman groan leaves my own lips. “Fuck. You’re so good at this, my wife. Your lips were made for me.”

She’s doing the work of a goddess. I’m only giving her a little push, really.

My grip is firm on the back of her head. While one of her hands is on my cock, the other grabs my balls and massages them, giving them the spa treatment of their lives. It’s fucking amazing.

“Yes. Keep going, Maddy. You’re doing so well. Fuck.” I let her know in the artificial voice I hate.

She’s not the only one bothered by my hiding underneath the mask and voice modifiers.

Not being able to show her the real me? Telling her it’s me? It kills me.

This woman was meant for me with the way her mouth fits so perfectly around my cock.

She keeps sucking, her tongue trailing every inch of my length back and forth. Alternating between caressing my cock with her lips and tongue—teasing me—and then taking me in her mouth again, choking on me.

Fuck, I don’t understand how any man in her life could ever leave her.

Well, actually, I know why they left.

I made them. I got rid of them all while I watched from the shadows. I made sure to keep her pristine, waiting for me. My prize, my sweet surrender. My everything.

I wish I could expose myself, but I’m not sure she’d like the monster she’d see. No matter how little innocence is left in her.

I’m broken. So broken, I don’t think anyone can fix me.