Page 103 of Desperate Desires

Anticipation burned in my veins, and my entire body trembled with yearning. I had never felt like that.

“I’m starving for you. Please. You, only you,” I begged.

I felt insane with desire.

Like I was gonna go crazy if he didn’t fuck me right now.

Like I needed his dick to survive.

“Fuck. I got you. Lemme feed you, Doc. Gonna make you so fucking full,” he growled and yanked me down hard.

He shoved his thick cock inside of me, stretching my walls and making me keen aloud.

I had no idea how the man did what he did, but my tits were hanging out of my tank top, my sweater gone ages ago. Ono squeezed and massaged them, sucking one nipple into his mouth and making me see stars.

All the while kept fucking me with hard, long strokes of his perfect cock, hitting my G-Spot and making me quiver on the cusp of ecstasy.

Every time I thought I would fall off the edge, he pulled back, slowed down.

Then he did it all over again.

We’d somehow moved to the floor, and he was on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my leggings in tatters.

“Say my name when you come, Wife.”

My eyes went wide at the husky command. His thick fingers slid between us, gliding over my clit, and then he pinched my engorged flesh, and I came.

Hard.

“Ono. Ono! ONO!” I yelled, arching my back as pleasure crashed into me like a runaway train.

I didn’t think I could take it. Stars flickered in and out of existence behind my eyelids, but he didn’t stop moving, and I had no choice but to feel everything he thrusted at me.

By the time he let go, I felt like my entire body shattered into a million pieces.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. I got you,” he whispered, kissing my head and wrapping me tight in his arms.

I breathed shakily, clinging to him, allowing him to put me back together with his whispered murmurs of approval, and softly spoken praises.

“I love you. Fuck. I love you,” I breathed, the words streaming from my lips without permission or approval.

Ono hummed, that deep sexy sound caught between a growl and a purr. He lifted off me, staring at me with those shocking blue eyes of his.

I didn’t know what to expect or what to think.

Yeah, it was a letdown he didn’t say it back.

But I couldn’t say I was sorry I’d told him.

Not when I felt joy radiating from him like heat from the sun. He carried me to our bedroom, stripping us all the way this time, slowly and carefully.

“Ono, I need you.”

“I got you wife. I will always have you.”

“Show me, Tough Guy. Show me how much you got me,” I begged, and I keened when he did.

He showed me without words what I meant to him.

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