Page 25 of Desperate Desires

“I’m sure. But I need you to be sure, too. Yes or no, Doc. Decide now so I can fuck you already,” Ono commanded.

“Oh God,” I moaned at his dirty words.

When had a man ever talked to me like that?

“Yes, please. I-I want you to fuck me,” I whispered just as his lips came crashing down on mine.

“Good girl,” he grunted, then he ravaged my mouth.

Fuck. Me.

If I didn’t know he was injured, having performed the surgery to remove the bullets myself, I’d have thought he was lying by the way he moved.

Ono’s hands were everywhere. He showed no signs of injury at all.

Tough Guy, indeed.

His tongue dueled with mine, stealing my breath as he savored my lips. With more strength than I gave him credit for, he lifted me up, pressing me against the tiled wall with his bulk and spreading my thick thighs.

“You on the pill?” he asked once, and I nodded.

“I have an implant,” I gasped, too far gone to care about other protection, especially when I felt him there.

“Good girl. Now, are you ready for me, Doc? Is your pussy nice and wet, primed to take me?”

Ono lifted his gaze to mine. The dirty words spilling from his lips had my pussy hot and wet, and aching to be filled.

His big, inked up hand reached between us, and I felt him fit the broad head of his cock just inside my needy, dripping entrance. I gasped, knowing already he was bigger than I was used to.

“It all starts now, Doc,” he growled.

Before I could ask him what he meant, he pushed inside me in one hard thrust, erasing every coherent thought from my brain.

“Fuck, Bellezza, you feel so goddamn good,” he grunted, pistoning his hips while cradling the back of my head with one of his big hands.

As a doctor, I understood sex.

How it worked.

What I was supposed to feel.

But as a woman, my sexual partners had been few and far between.

Those I had were sorely lacking in knowledge and skill if Ono was anything to judge by.

Holy. Shit.

Ono fucked me like a man on a mission.

And that mission was pure satisfaction.

It was like he knew exactly how to get my body to open for him with his blatant, tender touches and his filthy hot mouth.

He was so fucking strong.

So powerfully dominant.

Something primal inside of me liked that testosterone fueled display, and I responded to it, even though I knew it was fucked up.

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