Page 78 of Desperate Desires

“Words, Doc. I need words.”

“So close, Baby. You feel so good, stretching me, so big,” I said, and thrilled at the fact his dick seemed to get even harder at my words.

My pussy contracted, squeezing his shaft as another wave of ecstasy threatened to wash over me.

“Tell me when you come. Tell. Me,” he demanded, and I couldn’t deny him.

“Oh, God! Ono! I’m gonna come. Now. Ono. Right now!” I shouted.

Ono growled even louder, his hips never stopping as he lodged himself deeper, burying his gorgeously long cock so far inside me, I thought I might die from the pleasure.

I didn’t think that was physically possible. But maybe I was wrong.

“So fucking hot when you come for me, Wife. Now, gimme another.”

“Another?” I panted.

Was the man insane? My body was barely on this plane and he thought I could keep going?

“That’s right. You can gimme another,” he murmured, moving his hard body over mine and spreading my legs wider with his arms beneath my knees.

Ono lifted his hips, sliding his dick in and out, stroking my sheath so damn good. All I could do was try to hold on.

He dropped his head, claiming my lips, biting them as he slid one hand between us, using my own slick to twirl my clit, sending shockwaves of sensation zapping through me.

The man was definitely a sex god.

I couldn’t fathom how he could be in so many places at once.

Kissing.

Licking.

Rubbing.

Nibbling.

Whispering naughty words.

Filthy words that made me shiver.

Every move was another demand on my body. Every skillful touch was designed to push me higher.

And when I couldn’t take it anymore. When I had thought I had reached the pinnacle—Ono switched the playing field.

“You’re gonna come now, Wife. You’re gonna come and you’re gonna tell me whose pussy this is. Now, Michelle. Right. Fucking. Now,” he commanded, grunting as he moved, grinding into me like it was the only thing in this world he was meant to do.

Just like flipping a switch my body went off like the 4th of July.

“Who’s?” he growled.

“Yours. All yours!” I shouted my reply, moaning as my orgasm reached symphonic heights.

I couldn’t tell the future. I wasn’t a seer or psychic. But if you asked me right then if it were possible for anyone to make me feel the way that man did, I would have told you no. Never.

There was only one man who brought pleasure to my body that transcended all known sciences.

And that was my husband.

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