Page 87 of Fractured Empire

It’s my first time seeing him this exposed, and I can’t deny that I’m impressed, if not a little intimidated. He’s bigger than I would have imagined, mostly because size like this is more of an expectation in porn or erotic fiction. I could put my elbow at his balls and his tip would meet my wrist, I think.

“This is mine now,” I inform him, feeling him twitch hard in my hand as soon as the words leave my mouth. He doesn’t need to say that he likes the sound of that since his cock spoke for him.

Inching my face forward, I’m glad that my hair is already braided for bed and won’t fall into my eyes or God forbid, get stuck in my soon to be wet lips. Sticking my tongue out, I don’t wait any longer to taste him. His dick is burning hot as I slowly drag the tip of my tongue from root to head. He’s so soft even while he’s swollen up so rigidly.

“Katya, baby,” Leon groans, eyes flaming as he watches me lick him once more.

My stomach flips happily, hearing the lustful sound of my name on his lips. Squeezing my thighs together, I close my lips tightly around the reddish tip of his length, sucking experimentally. My husband flinches and tips his head back while his balls pull up in a quick jump. My hand that isn’t holding his cock still lifts up to touch them from below, remembering that they’re sensitive too. My fingers draw around the sack, fondling his balls with a light squeeze as I twirl my tongue around his wet tip.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans louder, extending a hand to cup the side of my face. “What’d I do to deserve this, huh?”

He sounds dreamy, almost delirious with pleasure and I’ve hardly begun.

My lips pull back, falling off his cock with an audible pop.

“You made me your wife,” I reply, licking my lips. “Do you like it?”

Not waiting for a response, I suck his dick back in my mouth, not stopping at the tip this time. His skin feels like velvet between my lips, slipping between them smoothly.

“Yes,” he rumbles, fingers twitching near my ear. “I like everything you do, tesoro.”

His praise brings a swoop of pleasure from my gut to my chest, radiating warmth and desire. “You should help me make it feel even better,” I suggest, swirling my tongue around his leaking tip before dragging it up and down his length more freely. My hand gathers the saliva left behind from my mouth to leisurely stroke him, causing him to twitch and release more gravelly grunts of pleasure.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I echo, squeezing him harder. “I’ll put you back between my lips, and you’ll use that grip you have on my head to take exactly what you want. Use me and show me what you like, husband. I want to know how to fuck you with my mouth and throat for future reference.”

His eyes go dark and I grin as he says my name.

“Katya.”

It’s a warning, but one I don’t care to heed.

“Awww come on, bohatstvo,” I goad, smacking his cock once on the flat of my tongue. “Don’t you want to show me how to make you come? Don’t you want to paint my throat with it?”

A dark look flashes over his face and his hand moves, wrapping around the back of my head rather than the side of my face. “Squeeze my thigh if you can’t breathe. Tell me you understand what I need from you to do this.”

I blink up at him, licking my lips as the command washes over me. “I understand, Leon. Now show me what you like. I can take it.”

I could be playing with fire in making this request, especially since I have no idea how Leon prefers his pleasure. There’s a good chance that I won’t be able to keep up with him, given his size and my lack of experience. This is my first time putting my mouth on a man rather than a toy, and he’s bigger than any toy I’ve dared to try. Still, I’m going to give it my best effort, especially since merely licking him and sucking a little bit has already made me wet and achy for more.

Leon’s fingers thread into the hair at the base of my scalp and he tugs, pulling me closer to his length. My lips wrap around him, instinctually covering my teeth to protect him from being bitten or scraped. Inhaling through my nose, I suck in the air I need to keep up with my increasing heart rate.

Putting my hands on his thighs, I try to relax before remembering that squeezing him here could result in him stopping. Instead, I move them to rest on the side of his legs, his leather chair cool against my skin. My mouth is naturally becoming wetter, watering with anticipation before Leon starts to use it. The more moisture that gathers behind my lips, the softer and more pliant things begin to feel.

Leon is gentle at first, lifting his hips in a few trial thrusts. He doesn’t push himself deep enough to make me gag, but he goes further than I dared before. Soon though, the more he moves, the more he moans and I know the pleasure he’s receiving is making it harder and harder to hold back. His restraint is sexy, and so is the face he makes when he feels good. So sexy that my clit throbs, begging to be touched.

Leon’s losing his ability to take his time with me quickly, the head of his thick cock starting to bump against the back of my sensitive throat. I choke a little as his thrusts become deeper and last longer. Trying to stay calm, I suck in more air through my nose and dig my fingers into his chair to hold on.

“Fuck yes, breathe just like that, baby. You’re doing so good for me, Katya. So fucking good,” he praises through moans. His compliments hit me so hard I swear my pupils could be shaped like cartoon hearts as they wash over me. “You’re so goddamn pretty like this, baby. Sitting on your knees and taking my cock.”

I moan around his length and he hisses in approval, eyes growing darker with every thrust between my wet lips. He picks up speed naturally, his pace causing me to splutter around him and forcing my eyes to sting with water. He looks at me head on as spit dribbles down my chin and I blink tears away, his gaze drinking up his obvious affect on me. He loves seeing the mess he’s making of me, and I love seeing the desire in his eyes.

My mouth starts to feel sore and swollen but pliant as he pushes me further down, making his eyes roll as my lips grow closer to the base of his cock. Gagging isn’t something I ever thought could be sexy, but the way his eyes flare with desire as I do lets me know that he fucking loves it.

“Katya, baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to squeeze my thighs now,” he warns, bucking his hips again despite himself.

He can’t help it, I realize with a thrill.