Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(51)

“They don’t matter,” he rumbles, his voice dropping so its low vibrations echo in my chest, “because once I’m inside of you, splitting you open and filling your cunt with so much cum you choke, you won’t remember anyone else existed.”

Oh god.

My body hums, electricity thrumming through my bloodstream as he leverages my face, moving it left and right to massage the underside of his cock. As he moves me, my nose brushes his balls, and the urge to taste him becomes overwhelming.

Maybe it shouldn’t. This whole situation feels dirty, but my pussy responds in kind, pulsing wantonly as he degrades me.

“I said I wasn’t going to fuck you,” Jonas grits out, his cock growing as he continues.

“Doesn’t seem like you meant it.”

Licking my lips, I let the tip of my tongue swipe against the base of him, then flatten and drag it along the thick vein running up the middle. He grunts as I reach the crown, curling around it before he pulls me off.

“No,” he agrees, fitting himself against my mouth again. “I lied.”

Parting my lips, I let saliva pool under my tongue before easing forward, wrapping my lips around his head. He tastes clean, the scent of his natural musk making my pussy throb with anticipation.

“Do you have any idea how stunning you look on your knees?”

Pulling back, I kiss his slit, absorbing the pearly bead leaking from it. “Not as stunning as I’ll look with you down my throat.”

His fist jerks, and he grins. “Go on, then. Show me a masterpiece.”

One of my hands comes up, and I grasp him at the base, taking him back into my mouth. I work slowly, laving from side to side as I meet where I’m wrapped around him. Flattening two fingers against his pelvis, I inch deeper, gagging when his tip meets resistance.

“Bloody hell,” Jonas groans, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

As I retreat, mucus and spit leak past my lips, dribbling onto my knees and the floor. His cock is wet and sticky, and I sit forward, smearing the head over my chin, my tongue, my cheeks.

We don’t break eye contact; his irises smolder, violet flames that flick against my skin, sending waves of heat spiraling through me like a wildfire. Delirious approval lightens his features as I move back in, bobbing up and down with more vigor, adding the pumping of my hand over his skin.

“Christ, that’s—” He breaks off, choking as I swirl around his crown, sucking in shallow strokes. “Perfect, love. You feel bloody perfect.”

Pride beams through me like a lightning bolt, and I drop my hand. Pushing my palms into my knees, I redouble my efforts with no other assistance, enveloping as much of him as possible into the warm, wet tunnel of my mouth.

“Is this what you think about at night?” he taunts, adding a little force behind his grip on my hair. Am I imagining his breathlessness, or is that me? “Sucking your fiancé off while your cunt floods the floor?”

Heat scorches my cheeks, and I bring my thighs together. Wetness collects between them, and I’m pretty sure if I slid my hand south, I’d feel just how slick and swollen I am, but it’s ridiculous that he just knows.

My pride wants me to hide my attraction better. To not let him know how he affects me, but Jonas Wolfe has seen right through me since the night we met.

It’s a completely unnerving feeling, realizing you’re not as formidable as you thought.

“Fake fiancé,” I say around him, my words garbled and sloppy.

Jonas grunts. “Good girls don’t speak with their mouths full.”

With my lungs on fire, I get back to work, hollowing out my cheeks each time he reaches the back of my throat. His hold on my hair sends spots across my vision as he begins dragging me faster up and down, and I retch noisily as he coaxes me farther.

“Deeper, love. Just like that. Fuck.” His approval makes my toes tingle, and I chase more, licking and sucking and gagging until it feels like I might actually have bruised my esophagus. “This is what I think about, you know. When I fuck my fist every night, it’s to the thought of my little puppet on her knees, letting me command her strings.”

I let out a moan as he picks up the pace, focusing on not throwing up. His hips piston into me, his pelvis bumping my nose with each thrust, and I give up on trying to control it, letting him lead with occasional breaks to breathe.

“Usually you’re tied up in my fantasies. Completely and utterly helpless as I discover all the ways I can shove my cock into your tight little body.”

The image of being bound does something strange to me, almost freezing the fire in my veins. I reach up and grab onto his hips, trying to push it from my mind as he gets closer.

“You’re always touching yourself, though. Making yourself come while I use you.” With his free hand, he takes his thumb and wrenches my right eyelid open, forcing me to look up at him while he defiles me.

The lewdness of the act and his words works alongside the adoration in his gaze, and the unease from a moment ago subsides into something warm and fuzzy. I sweep over my ribs and down between my legs, obeying even though he didn’t explicitly ask.

His vibrant gaze grows dark as my fingers land on my clit, spreading my arousal around as I begin rubbing.

“Yes,” he hisses, his thrusts growing erratic and harsher, “fuck yourself, love. Come on your fingers and imagine your cunt squeezing my cock.”