Page 110 of A Taste Of Darkness

“You are to me.” I brought a hand between our faces to stop him from interrupting me with distracting kisses. “The best man I ever got to meet.”

Milo cupped my face with both hands, sighing. “Only for you.”

I shrugged, smirking. “Even better.”

“That’s quite possessive of you, cuore mio.” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, trying his best not to grin.

“What can I say?” My hand slid down his neck, over his chest, and lower, wrapping back around his dick to give him another stroke. “I like having you all to myself.”

His eyes closed as if he was storing my admission somewhere safe inside of him. And when they reopened, I could’ve died on the spot.

The way he was looking at me, so soft and filled with love, like I meant the world to him… It could’ve killed anyone.

“Milo?” I waved him down as if I was ready to tell him a secret.

“Yes, my love?”

Our lips brushed when I said, “You may fuck me.”

A groan came from the depth of his throat as he pushed my underwear aside to thrust a finger inside of me. “God, you’re so wet for me, Sterlie.”

Milo sucked on my skin, teeth grazing along my neck before he kissed his way down my cleavage.

His fingers pushed in and out of me in a steady rhythm, his thumb brushing over my clit, making me squirm.

Moans passed my lips, each one a little louder, a little whinier than the other.

“I love that you’re always so greedy for my fingers,” he murmured, pushing a third one into me. “But even greedier for my cock.”

My nails scratched down his back as my own arched and my breasts pressed against his front. “Do you—” I sucked in a breath, releasing another moan. “Have a… condom?”

“Mh-hmm.” He placed another kiss on my lips while his free hand reached into his pants, pulling out his wallet. “I told you, I always have one on me to fuck you whenever.”

Milo held his wallet toward me. I took out the condom and ripped open the wrapper before rolling it on his cock.

His fingers pulled out of me, and though the loss was frustrating, Milo already nudged himself against my entrance, sliding forward just a little. He laid his hands on my hips, holding me steady as he slowly sunk into me, making the both of us moan at the intrusion.

With teasing pushes, he slid deeper inside me, before eventually, thrusting forward and forcing in the rest of him all at once.

“You feel so good,” he rasped, and I could feel his hot breath graze the shell of my ear. “So wet and perfect for me, cuore mio.”

He began to move, slow at first, dragging his cock back out and slowly pushing back in, stretching me. His lips were attached to mine, kissing me deeply, passionately, swallowing every sound that left me when he thrust into me.

“You’re taking me so well,” he praised, pounding into me harder.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, meeting his thrusts. My nails dug into his skin, probably leaving marks, but I didn’t care.

He slid back out, and his hand suddenly covered my mouth as I moaned louder. “I love your sounds, my love, but if anyone hears you, I’ll have to kill them.”

“Oh, yeah, talk dirty to me.” I laughed, squeezing his dick inside of me without meaning to, which resulted in Milo removing his hand just to press his lips on mine, groaning into my mouth.

My legs wrapped around his hips, his hands gripping my ass harder as his thrusts quickened.

Heavy breathing, sloppy kisses, and the wet slide of his cock pounding in and out of my pussy filled his massive office with sounds.

With each stroke, I could feel my orgasm building, my skin electrifying.

Fire pooled low in my abdomen as he slanted his mouth over mine, fucking me harder, with short, deep thrusts.

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