Page 91 of A Taste Of Darkness

I could feel myself clench around his fingers in a silent prayer that he’d finish the job. I leaned back, moaning at each of his thrusts.

“Say it.”

I covered his hand with my own and pulled his fingers out of me. “I want you to fuck me, Milo.”

He smiled mischievously, a groan like he was starving leaving him.

Milo wrapped an arm around me, slightly pulling me up so his free hand could reach for his cock. He stroked the tip through my lips, coating himself in my wetness before he aligned himself with my opening, slowly lowering me.

I could watch as I sank down on him, as my cunt swallowed his dick whole. My next breath came out as a gasp, his hands strictly on my hips to guide me while I covered my own tits, needing something to touch.

“Use me, cuore mio,” he rasped. “Take everything you need.”

I couldn’t breathe. This position allowed him in way deeper than last time, stretching me beyond comfort. Every time my hips shifted, he hit a spot inside of me that made me whimper.

My nails dug into my own skin, eyes only forcefully held open so I could watch when his cock slipped almost all the way out of me when he pulled me up. And when he thrust his hips to shove himself back inside with such force, I wanted to cry. Happy tears. Pleasure-overload kind of tears.

Every move of our hips, every thrust pulled me higher into the sky, rocketing me into a universe that I wasn’t sure even existed.

He touched me, stroked his hands over my stomach, my abdomen. One hand grasped my thigh, the other working my clit, softly rubbing. The way he touched me with such care, so gentle yet firm, so careful yet needy, I wanted to beg him to just shoot me in the head and end my suffering.

“Oh, fuck.” I cried out loud as he eased out of me and slammed back in like he wanted to make sure I’d feel him inside of me for the rest of my life.

My eyes met his in the mirror, which was a fatal mistake, I realized.

Milo’s eyes were dark, intoxicated with lust and longing. “Look at you, cuore mio,” he said, his voice laced with desire. “Look how well you’re taking me. How you swallow every last inch of me.”

“Milo,” I whimpered.

We held eye contact even as his rhythm picked up, bouncing me on his cock. My legs turned into liquid, so even if I wanted to move on my own, I wasn’t capable of doing it. But it wasn’t necessary anyway.

Milo fucked me hard, rubbed my clit, and made me scream.

I was squeezing his dick, my nerves gathering in the pit of my stomach until I just fell.

I fell from the sky he shot me into, fell from that high, and came crashing down; eyes closing, legs shaking, and his name fell from my lips.

I fell for a guy who was never meant to belong to me, but boy was I ready to fall.

45

WHEN YOU’RE MINE

Milo Marucci

She lay before me, my face buried between her thighs.

A possessive growl vibrated in my chest when she moaned my name and pushed a hand into my hair.

My mouth sealed over her clit, licking and sucking with the perfect pressure to make her squirm.

Her taste was on my tongue; so salty yet so sweet. Her scent driving me insane. If I could spend the rest of my life in one place, it would be buried in her pussy. Whether it was with my tongue or my cock, I didn’t care.

My hand slid up her body, cupping one of her perfect tits. I squeezed it and rolled her hardened nipple between two fingers, pinching it.

She shouldn’t have permitted me to touch her. Now, I was addicted. I never wanted to stop. Every second my hand wasn’t on her body, I felt like dying. And every moment my skin touched hers, I still felt like dying because I didn’t deserve to touch such perfection as herself.

I’d never let her go again. No matter what. I couldn’t even if I tried to.

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