Page 214 of Chasing Ruin
FIVE YEARS LATER
I can’t thank my twenty-five-year-old self enough. A part of me wants to tattoo the damn date he mutually consented to be woken up in whatever way his Charlotte wanted.
Because now, the thirty-year-old me is waking up to a delicious heat wrapped around his cock. All while my eyes are barely open, pleasure jolting up my spine.
I finally manage to crack one open. A groan slips out when I see my insatiable, naked wife, settled snug between my legs like I’m her favorite fucking meal.
Christ.
This woman has been driving me crazier than each day before for years now.
“My God,” I breathe out, gathering her hair with both my hands, my hips twitching upwards. “Fuck, yes. Take it, my love.”
She gives me a sly wink, her mouth working enticingly as her tongue swirls around my head.
Fucking hell, I might just die this morning.
I’m not sure how long she’s been at it—atme. But I’m dangerously close to coming down her throat. And that wouldn’t do.
It’s almost as though she realizes my next move. In a blink, she’s taken me impossibly deep. My cock hitting the back of her throat.
Fuck, fuck,fuck…
“Christ, my love,” I grit through my clenched jaw, trying my hardest not to spiral. “You gotta… stop. Pause, baby. I wanna… oh fuck.”
This doesn’t happen every day. But when it does, it’s always a welcome, highly anticipated surprise.
This woman knows me inside out. Which is why it’s only seconds before I’m about to come—that she slurps on my cock one last time. And releases me with a pop.
I breathe unevenly as she crawls up my chest. But instead of letting her sit on my cock—like she usually does—I prepare another seat for my darling wife.
Grabbing her by her thighs, I yank her up, settling her mouthwatering pussy right over my chest. She grabs the headboard instinctively with one hand, a knowing smirk painting her beautiful face.
Her other hand threads through my hair. It’s something I’ve started to maintain when she wouldn’t stop teasing me with the‘hairless’nicknames.
My hair isn’t long, but it’s long enough for her to clutch them tightly as she guides my head closer. Close enough that my target is merely inches away from my mouth.
I lick my lips, waiting—watching her watch me unravel with need. Then my minx smirks when my eyes start desperately bouncing between her face and her pussy.
“Take a seat, baby,” I rasp, voice roughening. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Wouldn’t you, though?”
Fuck, I totally would.
She squirms, smearing her wetness on my chin for half a second that my tongue darts out and fucking misses.
I’m nearly vibrating with desire, my fingers digging into her skin. I rub my stubble against her inner thigh, my gaze almost pleading.
But she doesn’t relent.
“Sit the fuck down, wife,” I growl, losing my damn mind. “Until all I can breathe is you.”
She tries to shift backwards, ready to tease the hell out of me again. But then gasps when I impatiently haul her up, my mouth closing over her clit in a searing grip.
I flatten my tongue against her dripping heat, and raw, filthy sounds echo through our room. Wrapped inside her guttural moans. Then I grip her thighs tighter, eyes locked on hers as I start my punishing rhythm.
She tugs at my hair, pulling and pushing, fuckingguidingmy head as she wantonly grinds on my face for her pleasure. Christ, I could come just by watching her use me like this.
