Page 49 of Desperate Needs

Despite that, I could already feel my dick growing hard again just looking at her on her knees, lips swollen from my cock, and my cum coating her fine, ivory skin.

I didn’t know what it was about this woman, but for the last year she consumed my every thought.

“On the bed,” I growled, pulling her up and grabbing my shirt.

I planned to use it to wipe her chest, but I found myself smearing my cum all over her instead.

“Connor,” she whimpered my name as I pushed against her chest, forcing her to lie back while I massaged her tits.

“You look so fucking hot painted in my cum, Darlin’. Now it’s my turn to eat. Spread those fucking legs and let me in,” I told her, as I stared down at her delicious body.

She watched me with a wide-eyed innocence that somehow fit despite the things we’d done. I had a feeling Clementine was discovering things about her sexual nature with me, and that made me want to pound my chest like a fucking caveman.

This woman was so fucking special. So worthy and deep. I knew the world was a fucked up place. But she made everything better somehow. She made me better.

I want to keep her.

Yeah, do that and you’ll fuck it all to hell, boyo. But what do you expect? No good whoreson, my old man’s voice plagued me.

So, I shut it out, sliding down her body until I was face to face with her dripping pussy.

“Please,” she mewled, flexing her hips.

I laid my arm across her. Holding her captive until I was good and ready.

Whatever I might be, and yes, there was a lot to choose from.

Liar.

Thief.

Thug.

Hitman.

There was another part of me I’d never looked too closely at. And right then, that part was at the forefront.

Man.

I was still a man. But a man without a woman was incomplete. Wasn’t that what the bible said?

And Clementine Aziz sure felt a lot like mine.

I hummed deep in my throat as I dove in, eating her sweet cunt with gusto. Clementine cried out, her hands searching for purchase, pulled on my short hair.

But I didn’t care about the bite of pain. In fact, I welcomed it. It grounded me. Just like her.

“You taste so fucking good. Like vanilla and oranges,” I growled, fucking her with my tongue.

“So fucking slick for me,” I said, pushing into her tight heat with two fingers while I lapped at her clit.

I raised my head, spreading her wide and spitting on her puckered little hole.

Then I went back to licking at her cunt and teasing her asshole with my pinky while I stroked her channel with my pointer and middle fingers.

I was struck with the need to own this female. Like I needed to possess her. All of her.

“Jesus. Connor. I’m gonna,” she moaned, loud and long.

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