Orals

Claire

Slowly, I parted my lips, the tip of his thick cock brushing my tongue with a rough, tantalizing heat. The scent of him—deep, raw, and impossibly masculine cut through me like a drug, knocking the air right out of my lungs.

“If this is how you give your husband blowjobs, I won't blame him for cheating on you,” he sneered, a cruel smirk curling his lips. I felt a stab of insult, but before I could pull back, his hand shot out, yanking my hair with brutal force, forcing him deeper into my mouth.

“Mgh!” I choked, gagging as his rigid length pushed past my lips. He withdrew sharply, and I gasped, my throat burning as I coughed, clutching it.

His eyes darkened with disdain. “You don't fucking use your teeth, woman,” he spat.

I glared up at him, fury flaring despite my trembling state. “Tell me, Mrs. Claire,” he taunted, voice low and dangerous, “was your husband the first to touch you?”

My eyes widened in shock. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, barely able to breathe. Ian was the only man who had ever truly held me, who had stirred love inside me. And now, here I was, betraying him. But he had done it first—hadn’t he? Did that make this any less wrong?

I looked away, ashamed, trying to hide from Liam’s piercing, hungry gaze. But he reached out, tilting my chin upward again, forcing me to meet his eyes.

A dark, twisted smile played on his lips. “Mrs. Claire, I’m going to teach you pleasures your husband couldn’t dream of,” he whispered, licking his lips slowly. His eyes burned with raw lust, and I hiccupped, overwhelmed.

“But first,” he breathed, “I hope you can at least give a decent blowjob. So start—blow it.”

I wrapped my trembling hand around his thick shaft, stroking softly at first. I pressed my lips to the swollen tip, kissing it gently before trailing them along his hardened length. He exhaled a deep sigh, closing his eyes in pleasure, but I kept moving, eager despite the shame.

I opened my mouth wide, sliding him deeper, my head bobbing slowly in rhythm. My pussy slickened with wet desire, heat pooling in my belly, aching.

“A decent start,” he murmured, “but not nearly enough.” His hand gripped the back of my head firmly, I lifted my gaze to his. “Suck it tight—squeeze with your mouth.”

I obeyed, swirling my tongue, tightening my lips around him.

“Good. Don’t back off now,” he warned through clenched teeth.

His hips began moving, slow and deliberate, angling his cock deeper. Then, faster—thrusting harder, pushing farther down than I’d ever managed before. My throat tightened, gagging painfully.

And then, mercilessly, he drove to the very back of my throat. I gagged hard, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth.

“Ah,” he groaned, voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s how it’s done, good girl.”

He pulled free suddenly, and I coughed, gasping for air. My lips parted, breath ragged.

“Time to reward you,” he said, eyes roaming my flushed body. “Take off your jacket.”

I slid it off, leaving only my shirt and bra, heart hammering in anticipation.

“Relax on the couch,” he ordered, and I complied, sinking back with a shaky breath.

“Spread your legs wide, place them on the couch.”

My eyes widened, nerves tangling with fierce anticipation. Hesitant but obedient, I complied.

He knelt between my thighs, his gaze locked on my soaking folds. I couldn’t meet his eyes, bashful under his ravenous stare. I covered my mouth, trembling.

His hand gripped mine, peeling it away from my lips. “Look at me,” he commanded sharply.

Tears pricked my eyes, shame folding over me like a heavy cloak. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

But then his voice softened, low and hungry, words thick with lust. “Your pussy is dripping, Mrs. Claire. Your clit is swollen, begging for me to suck. Look at me while I do.”

His filthy whisper undid me. Slowly, I raised my eyes to his.

“There,” he praised, lowering his head.

A shivering breath of cool air grazed my clit before his mouth slammed down hard and hungry.

I screamed, overwhelmed by waves of fire and pleasure crashing through me.

His tongue lapped my wet pussy with fierce devotion, as if savoring the sweetest meal.

“Oh god,” I moaned, hips arching, desperate for more.

His big, wet tongue flicked and swirled, finding my clit, teasing it with perfect, deliberate friction. His mouth sucked and pulled with expert precision, sending shivers racing through my core.

My moans spilled uncontrollably as my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. My hips moved wildly, desperate and lost in want.

“Yes, right there, please! Oh, fuck yes! Ah, ah!” I cried out, drowning in the heat of it all.

The fire inside me roared louder with every breath, the intensity building until I was trembling, barely able to hold myself up. My muscles tensed uncontrollably, every nerve ending consumed by the searing pleasure spiraling out of control. With a guttural scream—“Fuuuuucckk!!”—I shattered, my body convulsing in waves of pure ecstasy. Tremors shook through me as the desperate rush of desire spilled from deep inside, slipping free and pouring over him like molten lava.

He drank me in eagerly, lips and tongue tracing every inch of my quivering core, savoring the taste of my surrender. My head lolled back as breaths came ragged and uneven, my body still shaking long after the storm of pleasure passed. When I dared to open my eyes, his intense gaze was locked on mine, dark and hungry, drinking in the aftermath of my release.

His hand slowly slid upward, tracing a scorching path through the thin material covering me before settling on my breast. His fingers kneaded firmly, a rough possessiveness that sent fresh shivers racing through me. I gasped softly at his touch, heart pounding wildly beneath his palm.

Once he had licked me clean, his lips glistened with my essence, and he lifted his head with a slow, wicked smile. “Do you want to taste yourself?” he asked softly.

Before I could speak, I nodded eagerly, my pulse thrumming with anticipation. Rising smoothly, he closed the small gap between us, pressing his mouth to mine in a long, wet kiss. His tongue slid deep inside, warm and probing, exploring as he tasted me completely. I surrendered to the sensation, closing my eyes as my tongue tangled with his. I suckled gently on his mouth, pulling him closer by the back of his neck, drinking in the sweet, intoxicating flavor of both him and myself.

His hands moved to cup my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks tenderly as if memorizing every inch of me, binding me to this moment of reckless abandon. A slow, feral heat spread from his body to mine, promising more—a dark promise I both feared and craved.