Page 33 of Donned in Black

“It’s nothing. Just a broken nose on the other end. He deserved worse.” Donny shrugs.

I rub my skin over his, watching the pool of red cycle down the drain. But when the water starts to run clear, I focus on his touch.

So rugged. So strong.

His palm dwarfs mine. The silence between us speaks volumes. I can feel his chest rise a little higher than normal.

I dare to look up at him, and his lips are already on mine.

I take it all in as his wet hand cups my backside. When his grip becomes firm, I moan into his mouth. Everything feels right in this moment. In some faraway fantasy, this is our house away from it all. And he couldn’t wait to come home and show his appreciation to his hot wife. He kisses me more passionately and lifts me onto the countertop. The wine on my breath transfers to him. He tastes so good.

His chiseled abs feel like a warm brick wall, and I know there’s something waiting for me below them.

When his hand finds my breast, I put my own over it to tell him it’s okay. “Take me, Donny.”

He grunts like a prisoner who’s been locked away and finally set free.

He pushes my legs open and my mouth parts. I’d been dreaming of this, day and night, locked in my tower like Rapunzel.

I never dreamt of a prince, though.

He’s already on his knees, ripping up the skirt I wore for him. My panties are thin. My slit is soaked. He’s so much man… and to have him bow for me…

His warm lips suction against my slit, and my head jerks back from an explosion of pleasure. His tongue slithers in to compound the tingling bolts of lightning running around my thighs. Donny Valentino is the devil, and he can do whatever he wants to me.

His tongue moves where my body asks. I picture it forked like a snake’s, and I get turned on even more. I curl my legs around his head to push his face deeper against me. He likes how much I’m gushing for him, because he’s moaning too.

I want every part of him. The climax is on the horizon. No. It’s seconds away like I’m sprinting up a mountain.

I think of what he does to the people who eye me wrong. How he commands them down.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I can’t help but thrust myself harder into his face.

His finger dangles my clit at the perfect time. It’s like he’s in my head.

The devil is in my head.

I grab handfuls of his hair and pull him up before I cum. I don’t want to unless his cock is inside me.

I look at him eye-level, noting the lust in his expression. I kiss him once while I grab at his cock over the pants. “My turn.”

“Show me how bad you’ve been waiting for this.” He unbuckles his belt and flops out a rock-hard cock that might as well be a weapon.

Huge. Savory. Mine.

Sliding off the counter, my mouth falls over it, and I take in as much as I can to show my appreciation.

“It belongs in your pussy, Ellie,” he says to me in a quiet, deep voice.

His words make me reach to play with myself while I slide my lips up and down the shaft, my tongue circling.

I taste his pre-cum, and I smile knowing his entire body can’t resist me.

He grabs the back of my hair and shoves me harder to the point I almost gag.

I like it.

“You hear me? It belongs—oh.” Donny moans when I tear his hand away and suck his cock harder than he can push me to. He needs to know how much I want it. He needs to feel it.

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