The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 370: Welcome party (4)

"Theodore and I are going to take these two little darlings off your hands for tonight." Lucy winked as she ran her fingers through Rosaly’s hair. She was sitting on the couch and Rosaly had her head on her grandmother’s lap, her eyes drooping sleepily.

Zaria smiled at them fondly. "Thanks, Mother."

She was indeed tired after the day’s festivities, which was expected.

Lucy carried Rosaly in her arms while Theodore put Holden back in his stroller, who had fallen asleep as soon as his grandfather picked him up.

Zeus had joked about the little boy being tired after an entire day of charming the hell out of everyone who laid their eyes on him, as it wasn’t easy being that cute.

Theodore and Lucy left with their grandchildren in tow, and Des trailing after them so he wouldn’t part ways with his friends.

"You’re coming too? Come on, little guy." Lucy smiled.

Desmond returned just as they left, having seen off the last of the guests.

"Are you guys going somewhere?" Desmond asked, looking at the leaving group then at Zaria.

Lucy smirked. "We’re giving you two some time to yourselves. You’re welcome."

When they left, Desmond finally cupped Zaria’s cheeks and kissed her lips gently. "What’s the occasion?"

"I miss you. That’s enough, right?" she giggled when he lifted her off the floor out of the blue and set her down on the white, velvet couch.

He then nudged her to lie down against the armrest and knelt by her feet to take off her shoes. She was wearing the most comfortable heels she could find but her toes were still a little red. He kissed her foot, then he began to massage it in gentle strokes.

She took in a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of the soreness leaving her feet. "That feels good, my love. But you’re the one who’s been on your feet all day."

He kissed her ankle and moved to take her other foot. "You get to be doted on for wearing these sexy heels. You look so beautiful."

She flushed, even though this was not the first compliment she was getting from him. This was probably the millionth this month.

But, the look in his eyes whenever he told her how beautiful she was and how lucky he felt to have her, was proof of just how much he meant it.

He kissed a trail up her leg and she sucked in a breath, stopping him as he caressed her thigh.

"Let me take care of you," she explained, urging him up on his feet.

Before he could say a word, she was down on her knees and unbuckling his belt.

"Fuck." He groaned when he realized what she was about to do. He’d been aching to be inside her for ages.

The thought of being in her mouth again got him so hard, she had a hard time dragging the zipper over his bulge.

She licked her bottom lip in anticipation as she pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

As soon as she had him out of his pants, she wrapped her lips around him and took his cock all the way down her throat.

He mumbled something incoherent with a grunt and fisted his hand through her hair.

She pulled back and twirled her tongue around his shaft a few times, getting him slick and wet. Then she looked up at him and said, "Fuck my mouth, Des."

That was all the ammunition he needed. He lost the last shred of control he was holding onto and used her hair as leverage, pounding into her hot, wet mouth over and over. His gaze was locked with hers as he watched her take his length all the way to her throat.

She was holding onto his thighs but when she reached one hand between them and started fondling his balls, it didn’t take long. His cock started to pulse, which she took as a cue to take him so deep in her throat that he nearly thought he would never come out, milking out of him the most intense orgasm he’d had in months.

"Fuck!" He cursed, tightening his grip around her head as he came. It was only when he managed to come back to earth from the climax that he realized he might be holding her too tightly.

He loosened his grip but when he looked down at her to check on her, she had a grin on her face.

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Later, Zaria rested her head on his chest in bed with his arm wrapped around her body.

After nearly sucking his soul out—quite literally—he’d gone down on her on the living room couch and then in the bed when they finally made it to their bedroom.

"I can’t wait to have you inside me again," she purred.

"You just had me inside you." He chuckled, making his chest rumble against her ear.

She smiled. "Yeah, your tongue and fingers. But I want your cock too."

She knew he already knew that, but he was being cautious, making sure her body was ready before taking it that far.

She felt ready in every way that mattered, so she shifted and placed on leg on top of his, rubbing it up his thigh.

" Zaria," He warned.

She smiled mischievously. "I happen to also want to convince my boss into letting me go back to work." while she spoke, she rubbed her wetness against him. He was already hard despite only having climaxed a few minutes ago.

"You know what happens to a sexy employee who won’t stop rubbing her sweet little pussy against her boss?" he teased, nibbling on her ear.

"What?" she feigned ignorance.

He flipped them over so she was on top of him, parting her thighs for her to straddle him. He fisted his cock and nudged at her opening.

"Slide down onto me, sweetheart." He said.

She did as she was told. He was letting her set the pace so she would know when to slow down if it was too much. He certainly wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be able to control himself—it was taking all his effort to not slam into her and fuck her as roughly as he loved to.

She slid herself onto him, gently, and her eyes rolled back at how good it felt to finally have him this connected to her.

"Des, oh my God," she cried out.

Her clit was rubbing against his skin as she rocked, and the friction was so intense. He fondled her breasts to stop himself from thrusting into her hard from underneath, forcing himself to go with her pace.

She picked up her pace, sending her boobs bouncing and he couldn’t get enough of the phenomenal view.

It wasn’t long before she was slowing down, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she let out a moan of ecstasy. He gripped her backside and fucked her through it, harder and harder until he finally exploded inside her.

Her body was limp by the time he pulled her down onto him and kissed her forehead.

"I love you so much, Zaria."

She smiled, blowing away a strand of hair from her face. "I would say I won’t believe anything said immediately after that intense orgasm, but I love you too."