Illicit Temptation (Astoria Royals #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Shea

T he idea of Trace going down on me while it’s my time of the month has my core clenching. It’s hot and filthy. While he’s hunting down a towel, I duck into the bathroom and slip in a tampon, regardless, after using a feminine wipe. Or two. I won’t relax otherwise.

Trace stands at the foot of my bed completely naked. Tall, golden skin, tattoos everywhere, all kinds of scars that tell a story of a time when he knew so much pain.

On the bed, he lays a soft maroon velour beach towel and settles between my thighs.

“Oh, princess, I’ll make this good for you.” Trace licks a slow teasing path up my inner thigh. “So fucking soft.”

“Trace,” I whimper his name as heat pulses under my skin.

“I got you, love. I know what you need to come. I figured it out years ago.” His warm breath on my center jolts my spine to life.

I arch my back off the bed in a sudden burst of sobbing pleasure.

“What the fuck is this?” He tugs on the tampon string.

“Peace of mind.”

“For you or me?”

“For me. You can...eat me without it another time,” I say, a knuckle between my teeth. “Please, Trace. I need to come.”

“You will. There’s a time for teasing, and there’s a time for a merciless blitz of pleasure by my hands, mouth, and cock. I will fuck you tonight, Shea. You’ll want it. You’ll want me to fill you, stretch you, and become part of you.” He leans forward to press his mouth against mine. “And when I become a part of you, I’ll take this pain away. I promise.”

I moan at his sincere and confident words. “I trust you.”

“Good. Now spread these damn legs further apart. Let me see what’s mine. Give me access to that tight fist that has me losing my mind.” He pushes my legs open wider. “Fuck, so pink and pretty.”

With no hesitation, he puts his mouth on me, his tongue already parting my folds. His thumbs press down on my inner thighs as he feasts on me. His tongue licks around the entire slit, my core already clenching.

He closes his mouth against my clit and sucks me through the release. “Tastes so fucking good.”

God, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. That climax only made me hungry for more.

With a warm, wet tongue, he licks the entire length of my pussy, from my clit to my taint, teasing my back hole. Pressing the ring of nerves with his thumb, he says, “I can always fuck you here.”

“That’s... That’s...”

“Too much?”

“An amazing idea,” I whimper.

Trace groans in satisfaction but keeps licking me. “You taste so fucking sweet.” His tongue circles my clit, lips suckling in between. “That climax drenched your entire cunt, love. You’re so fucking wet.” He licks and laps me up with noises in a dirty and obscene rhythm.

I reach down and grab a handful of soft auburn waves that have fallen into his eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m just getting started.” Trace slides one finger inside my ass.

“Oh dear God,” I’m clenching around his tongue that’s found its way inside me somehow, not caring about the cotton bundle taking up real estate.

His real estate. My body belongs to Trace.

“Such a greedy cunt.” He stops licking to use his other hand to finger the entire opening. “You’re so fucking perfect, Shea. Perfect for me.”

My entire body quivers uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming. Under his attention, the painful cramps have subsided, and taking their place is my raging need.

“You look so fucking hot, legs spread, offering me this beautiful pussy.” His tone goes dark. “I will please every inch of you tonight, Shea.”

Our eyes meet and my world changes. I’m secure and safe. I want him. I want him forever. But that’s so selfish of me. I’ll indulge in him all I can for the time we have.

“Do it. Fuck me. Everywhere. I need you inside me.”

Trace sits up and fists his cock. His hands tremble as he coats it with his pre-cum dripping from the swollen head. His control hangs on by a thread, but he’ll give me what I need.

With deft hands, he yanks the tampon out and tosses it aside. I don’t even know where it went, nor do I care. After making his palms slick, he jerks himself, his hand running across the shiny crown. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen.

“Are you ready for me?” He settles back between my thighs and uses the long length of his cock to tease my clit and my entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

I crank my neck up. “Blood?”

“A little. It’s fucking hot, Shea.” He pushes inside me slowly. “It makes you so silky. And Jesus fucking Christ. So damn tight. I’ll fuck you on your period every month.”

Trace moans, taking me, fucking me. Head thrown back in pleasure, he takes me with deep thrusts that are maddeningly slow. “You take me so good.”

“You’re so frigging big.”

“Every inch is for you, baby. My cock is yours. I’m yours.” He picks up the pace, moving faster, shifting his hips to fuck me on an angle .

“Oh God, Trace. What are you doing to me?” I whine, my heart pounding.

“Corrupting you, obviously. Tearing off those fucking wings and exposing you for the filthy girl you really are.” He keeps pumping at an insane level. “This cunt is going to be the death of me.”

More than you can imagine.

With every thrust, he’s balls-deep, filling me completely. “You’re fucking gorgeous, woman. Do you feel what you do to me?” he groans, holding in something.

His cock massages a spot deep inside me. Adrenaline floods my veins. Every part of my body warms up. My spine tingles while my womb clenches uncontrollably.

“Come around my cock, love. That’s right, let your husband fuck you until you’re raw and exhausted.” He keeps pounding me with this crazy rhythm that kicks up the most delicious friction.

I’m losing my mind. Soft mewls spill from my lips and guttural cries rip from my throat. On his shins, his legs spread wide, he rocks his hips to fuck me. All while he holds each breast like they’re handles. His fingers tease my nipples, deftly pinching them between his knuckles to drive me wild.

Leaning forward, he soaks each hard peak aching for attention with his sinful tongue.

Before he sits back, our eyes meet. They’re no longer golden and bright. They’re dark and smoldering.

“I need your ass.” He pulls out and grabs the bottle of lube from my nightstand, drizzling a liberal amount on several of his fingers. “Can you take me in your ass, princess?”

“Will this... Will it hurt?”

He goes still. “You never?”

I shake my head.

“Thank fucking God.” He leans down and kisses me. “ I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”

“Then, yes. Fuck, yes.”

“ Good girl,” Trace murmurs. “I want to feel you come when I’m in your ass. Now get on your hands and knees.”

I gasp at his lustful tone.

He softly runs a finger across my tight ring of nerves. They slowly swallow the tip of his finger until it’s past the knuckle. I delicately purr but it melts into a growl that grows louder and rawer the deeper he goes.

“You like that, love?” He teases me.

The fullness is mind-blowing, and his other hand strokes my clit to yet another fever. My pussy contracts as pleasure soars through my veins.

“Oh my God.” I push my ass against his hand to feel more.

A second finger is added and those caveman knuckles of his stretch me. “And now?”

“That’s... Shit, Trace.”

“Gave up on God already?”

Embarrassed, I bury my face into the bedcover. “I’m so going to hell.”

“Don’t worry, everyone you know will be there.” Trace gently works both fingers in and out, playing with me. “Are you ready for another?”

I groan, writhing on the bed.

“Shea-Lynne, answer me.”

Punishment. He’s punishing me. “It’s hot!”

His chest presses into my back when he whispers in my ear, “It’s so fucking hot. And you’re such a good wife, letting me take your ass. Like this. While you’re bleeding and craving me like a cat in heat.”

Instead of sitting back, he’s so tall that he can keep one hand next to my shoulder, leaning over me, working those fingers in my ass. I’m ready to combust from the fiery friction. Yet, his arms are coated with sweat. His golden skin glows.

“My heart’s pounding like it wants out of my chest, Shea. You?”

“I’m close to a heart attack.” I swallow thickly. “Please, Trace.”

“The way you’re begging for a dick in your ass, has me aching to be inside you more than ever before. It’s time for me to claim the last part you. You will belong to me after this, Shea.” He removes his fingers and the emptiness damn near makes me sob into the towel.

Using the lube, he drenches his cock and coats my hole.

“Oh!” I squeak. “Cold.”

“It’s about to get very hot, princess.” Trace grips my ass. “Forgive me, wife.”