Page 90 of A Taste Of Darkness

I felt his teeth graze my skin at the same time as his hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers as he played with me like I was his favorite toy.

Suddenly, I felt his tongue lick my skin, moving from my neck just behind my ear. “Touch yourself,” he said, his voice raspier than usual.

“What?”

Milo took my hands and placed one on my breast where his hand was just a moment prior while he sucked two of my fingers into his mouth. He then moved my hand down my body, making sure I touched every possible part of myself.

“Show me how you touch yourself when I’m not there.” His voice sent shivers down my spine.

My fingers slipped through my wet lips, his hand guiding me at first.

My mouth dried as I watched in the mirror how he used my fingers to stimulate my clit. Watching as my legs wanted to close, but he simply spread his legs further to keep mine from closing.

Eventually, he withdrew his hand and allowed me to take control while he watched. He laid his hands on my thighs, fingers digging groves into my flesh, forcing me to open wider, giving us both a better view.

I dragged my gaze back up, seeing my flushed cheeks in the reflection. “I… Milo, I barely?—”

His breath grazed the shell of my ear. “Push two fingers inside your pretty cunt.”

A hint of embarrassment pooled in my stomach, but lust and anticipation took the upper hand. So, taking an encouraging breath, I circled my fingers around my opening, eyes fixed on my pussy as I slowly slipped them inside.

The breath I took left me in an instant, and I squeezed my breast with my free hand in an attempt to soothe the flame that was igniting somewhere inside of me.

“Just like that, Sterlie.” Milo groaned in my ear, holding me tighter. “Now let me watch your greedy cunt grip your fingers, wishing they were mine.”

My head leaned back against his body, but I made sure to watch.

There was something far more erotic about watching me thrust my fingers into my pussy, noticing every ever-so-slight movement, seeing the tortured look on Milo’s face as I moaned, than I thought.

“Do you see how pretty you look, cuore mio?” he whispered in my ear. “How hot you are?”

My skin was burning, and shocks of pleasure rushed through my veins like fireballs.

“Look at you, my love.” His lips laid on my neck and sucked on my skin to leave marks. “You have no idea how badly I want to taste you. How crazy you’re making me right now.”

I squeezed my breasts, played with my nipples, and I kept pumping my fingers in and out of me, stroking the pad of my thumb over my clit. My mouth hung open, moans eliciting from the depths of my throat, and I observed everything despite the urge to close my eyes and let myself succumb to the pleasure.

“Milo,” I gasped as I felt my cunt clench around my fingers.

Upon hearing his name, one of Milo’s hands slid from my thigh to my pussy, covering my own hand. He pulled my fingers out of me and brought them to his mouth. “You think you’re ready for me, cuore mio?”

I nodded.

Milo sucked my fingers into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean. His chest vibrated against my naked body as he hummed with satisfaction. “So fucking delicious.”

I tried to turn on his lap, needing to kiss him, but Milo forced me to stay in place.

He reached over to his nightstand, opened the top drawer, pulled out a condom, and ripped it open.

Pushing me forward on his legs, he reached between our bodies to roll it on. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

I gasped as his hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me back until I met his front again. He reached for my thighs once more, forcing them open.

In the mirror, I could see how my pussy was glistening, how ready I was for him, yet I didn’t speak.

“Sterlie.” His fingers pushed into my cunt, and instantly, I felt the difference to my own.

Milo’s fingers were thick and skilled, and while it wasn’t the first time I’d touched myself, his fingers still felt better inside of me.

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