[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 69: Open your sweet mouth (M)

Ash’s pov ;

Without waiting for a response, he takes my hand and leads me away.

Not a word escaped his lips as we made our way to the room he seemed to book. The silence between us was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart racing in suspense. As soon as we entered the room, he slammed the door shut with a force that sent a jolt through my body. Before I could even process what was happening, he pressed me against the wall, his body trapping mine wonderfully.

I couldn’t contain the thrill of triumph that surged through me, knowing I had successfully set on fire something wild inside of him.

His hand rested on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer. His desirably hot breath tickled against my ear as he whispered.

"You have no idea what you’ve started, babe. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel me for days. I’ll make sure you remember every inch of me moving inside of you."

The explicitness of his words made me shudder in anticipation, and I felt a deep ache building inside my chest, leaving me breathing heavily. My body betrayed me shamelessly making me realise just how much I wanted this, how much I craved the intenseness he promised.

"You like that, don’t you?" Elijah’s voice was a dark, seductive growl. "You want me to fuck you until you can’t think, can’t breathe, until all you know is me." His words only fueled the enticement, and I shivered in response to his seduction. This was exactly what I wanted- to lose myself in him completely.

My entire body trembles uncontrollably, engulfed by a desperate longing for his rough touch. I feel the warmth of his fingers lightly tracing along my spine, igniting a painful bliss throughout my body.

I try to steady my heart as it races. I struggled to hold his lusty gaze as he appeared ready to devour me completely. Summoning all my courage, I reach out and clasp his hand firmly, intertwining our fingers.

With agonising slowness, his other hand moves up my back, sending shivers between my legs. His lips brush against my neck in gentle caresses, and I shudder with pleasure. "I’m going to make you beg," he breathes against my skin, inhaling deeply. "Beg for more, beg for me to never stop." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

My throat feels dry with yearning as I struggle to swallow. "I can’t wait to be inside you," My heart pounds in my chest at his words, and I can barely catch my breath.

Fuck, I need him. Need him deep inside me.

With a steady hand, he undoes the buttons of my shirt one by one, each one releasing a little bit of my sanity. As the fabric slides off my shoulders and falls to the ground, I feel myself becoming more and more exposed in front of him.

"Elijah," I gasp, unable to form any other words as my stomach felt funny.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face and I see the raw hunger burning in his eyes. "Oh baby, I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for," he promises in his sultry deep voice. "You’ll get it all, every inch of me."

Trembling at his words, I find myself completely powerless against him. His eyes were dark and feral as he runs his hands down my bare arms, causing goosebumps all over my body. My chest tightening at the fierce joy and my heart racing rapidly.

Pulling me against his chest, he grips my hips tightly and squeezes hard enough to leave bruises. I let out a whimper as he lifts me off the ground and presses me against the wall. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist as our bodies meld together, my arousal evident through the fabric of my pants.

The hardness of his erection pressed forcefully under my ass, eliciting a deep moan from my lips.

I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to plead for him to take me. "Fuck me t-then...what are you waiting for, asshole?!"

"Do you think you can handle this, baby?"

His voice rumbled low and gravelly. Each word vibrated through his chest and made me meowl. "I’m going to make you scream my name. I’ll tease and torment every inch of this beautifully fuckable body of yours until you’re begging me to stop."

My mind was clouded by desire, unable to form a coherent response to his intoxicating words. All I could manage was a weak moan in reply.

His lips trailed down my collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses and gentle bites. His thick and wet tongue tickled on my neck, leaving me arching my back and moaning in pleasure.

"Anngh..!"

"Fuck, you’re so responsive," Elijah murmured as his fingers traced patterns down my sides. "I love how you shiver under my touch, how every nerve in your body reacts to me. And look at how hard you are for me already. It’s like your body is begging for me." My moans turned into incoherent pleas as he continued to tease and entice me with his words and actions.

The sensation of his teeth nipping at my earlobe sent a shiver down my spine, causing me to let out a loud moan. He pulled away and looked down at me with a smug smirk on his face. "Let’s move this to the bed, shall we?" he suggested, his voice dripping with seduction.

I could only nod mutely, my mind too consumed with pleasure to form coherent words. He effortlessly carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently as if I was made of glass. His strong, muscular body hovered over mine, casting a shadow that made me feel both small and protected.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he muttered in awe, gazing down at me with hunger in his eyes. I couldn’t help but whimper in response to the intensity of his gaze.

He pressed his knee between my legs and I let out a strangled gasp as the sensation became almost unbearable, every nerve ending on high alert. Elijah’s hands slid lower, squeezing my ass possessively and pulling me impossibly closer to him.

Roughly, he removed the rest of my clothing and tossed them onto the floor, leaving me completely naked for him to watch and touch.

His eyes darkened even further as he let out a low growl, his pupils dilating with raw desire. "Fuck, I can’t wait to see you fall apart, my little actor," he breathed out, his voice thick with need. "I’m going to make you writhe beneath me, scream my name until your voice gives out, and beg for more."

My body writhed in his arms, responding to every touch and caress with a primal desire. I let out a wanton moan, my back arching as I craved his touch more and more.

Bite me, kiss me, fuck me- I begged silently in my mind, desperate to feel his teeth sink into my flesh, his lips devouring me, his body claiming mine.

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them firmly as he effortlessly lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding myself against him and letting out a breathy moan. He groaned in response, rubbing his hard cock against my own dick, making me cry out in pleasure.

Elijah’s hot breath tickled my neck as he murmured, "Do you want it right here, baby? Shall I ravish you so fiercely that you forget your own name?" I could barely think straight as the pleasure intensified with each passing moment.

My head fell back, my eyes closing in ecstasy as his words sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. He lowered himself onto me, crushing me under his weight and rubbing his erection against mine. The friction between our lower bodies was almost unbearable- the fabric of his jeans adding an extra layer of teasing friction.

But it wasn’t enough- I needed to feel him without barriers. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine, the sensation of our precum mingling together. I wanted to feel his balls rubbing against mine as we moved together. As if sensing my neediness and frustration, he chuckled.

"Patience, baby," he said in a thick tone laced with lust. "We have all night."

His warm hands slid down my body, gently parting my thighs and settling between them. I let out a low moan as his hot fingers traced over my swollen cock, sending sparks of electricity through me.

"Please," I drew in a sharp breath, arching my hips and pressing into his touch even more.

"Mmm...You’re so wet, baby," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the slick tip of my cock.

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out, my head falling back as pleasure coursed through me. My hole pulsed and twitched in bliss, my insides erupted with pleasure.

But just as I was about to lose myself in ecstasy, Elijah pulled away. I whined in protest but then watched with a gulp as he licked his palm and coated it with saliva before wrapping it around my throbbing cock and stroking it slowly.

I let out a guttural moan, feeling his wet hand glide up and down my length.

"Tell me what you want, darling. And I’ll touch and give you exactly that," he commanded in a deep, raspy voice.

"I-I want...Oh, God, I want your cock," I gasped, thrusting my hips uncontrollably and burying my face in his shoulder.

He chuckled darkly and leaned forward to lick at my earlobe before nipping at it gently.

"Good," he murmured, increasing the speed of his strokes and bringing me closer to the edge of pleasure.

My body fidgetted and twisted beneath him as I desperately sought release. His weight pressed down on me felt amazing, his lips hovering above mine as he asked for permission.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was laced with vulnerability, a desperate plea that tugged at my heartstrings. In his eyes, I could see the raw need and desire he had been trying to contain.

He was begging for my consent, and I could not deny him anymore because that’s what I was want as well. My breathing quickened as I whispered, "Yes. Kiss me, Elijah."

With a low growl, he crushed his lips against mine aggressively. His tongue entered my mouth, and I eagerly reciprocated, inviting him to taste more of me. He delved deeper, tangling our tongues in a fierce dance that left me gasping for air.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss even further. His lips were soft and full, his tongue demanding and insistent. I moaned into his mouth, completely surrendering to his control.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his dark gaze filled with hunger and temptation. His hands trailed down my body, teasing and ravishing every inch of skin they touched. With one hand cupping my breast and the other kneading my nipple, he sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"Stay here," he commanded, before pulling away and taking his hands off me. "Wait for me on the bed, my sweet."

His words carried a hint of danger, but I couldn’t resist his commanding presence. As I lay there, my body still humming with the remnants of his touch, I wondered what he was up to. My mind raced with possibilities, each one more shameful than the last.

When Elijah returned, he was holding a bowl filled with something dark and thick. I looked at him questioningly, my curiosity piqued by the mischievous look in his eyes.

"What’s that?" I asked in a soft voice.

He smirked, the corners of his mouth curving into a wicked smile. "Melted chocolate," he said, his tone dripping with seduction. "I’ve been thinking about how sweet you are. But I want to know just how sweet. I want to see how the chocolate tastes on your skin."

My heart skipped a beat as heat flushed through my body. He began to walk over to me without breaking eye contact, dipping his finger into the bowl and swirling it around until it was coated in rich, velvety chocolate. He brought it to my lips and traced them lightly with the warm substance.

"Open your sweet mouth, my love," he commanded with authority oozing from his voice.