Page 50 of Desperate Desires

“Fuck. You taste sweet,” he groaned, licking at me like I was his favorite snack.

I wobbled unsteadily and felt his hands tighten on my hips and ass.

“Hold on,” he repeated, and I remembered he’d already said that.

Grabbing the back of the sofa, I leaned against it, spreading my legs wider, moaning helplessly when he lifted one leg and draped it over his uninjured shoulder.

“Come on, Baby. Show me what you can do,” he muttered, plunging two thick fingers into my tight pussy and I moaned aloud at the sensual invasion.

“Fuck, you always smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?”

“It’s my moisturizer. It has almond oil and shea butter. I need it or my skin gets dry,” I whispered inanely, running my left hand through his hair as he replaced his magic fingers with his tongue.

“Such a good girl, Bellezza. So wet for me,” he praised me.

I moaned, feeling that familiar stirring deep in my core. Was it wrong for me to want to be his good girl? I didn’t care. It felt so good when he called me that. When he touched me. I was powerless to stop those feelings, and besides, I really didn’t want to.

“Come on my tongue, Bellezza. Hurry, so I can fuck this sweet pussy. Come. Now.”

What choice did I have?

My body was his to command and the second he said come, I started to.

My legs trembled, and I lost control as wave after wave of pleasure spiked my blood.

I was sure I would have fallen, but Ono held me. He rose to his feet and lifted me up effortlessly, sucking one aching nipple into his mouth as he carried me to the bedroom.

“I fucking missed this body,” he groaned, falling with me to the bed.

I realized we hadn’t kissed on the mouth yet and before this went further, I wanted to.

Very much.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, eyes glued to his mouth.

I missed his initial expression, which I am assuming was shocked, since he paused for a second before he dipped his chin. Then he crashed his mouth against mine and we were kissing.

And it was, it was so fucking good.

“You can kiss me all you want, Bellezza. I’m yours,” he groaned against my lips.

I tasted myself on his tongue, and that made this even hotter. Spreading my legs wide, I cradled him between them, and as if on instinct, Ono flexed his hips.

He found my needy pussy unerringly, pressing inside me with a singular focus. We both groaned at his sweet invasion, and Ono’s massive hands cradled my face as he kissed, and kissed, and kissed me more.

He never stopped. Not the whole time he fucked me.

He just kept on kissing me, claiming me with his mouth and sexing up my body until I tumbled into sweet oblivion.

The slapping sounds of our coming together were loud and lewd, but I reveled in them.

Like I did in him.

I moaned into our kiss and scratched my nails down his back, cupping his firm ass as he flexed and thrusted.

His cock was just so good. Thick and veined, and perfectly curved. It stroked along my G-spot, making me see stars.

No man ever did that.

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