Page 85 of Desperate Desires

It was one of Micky’s Aunt Destiny’s favorites. I never understood it, though.

Not till right now.

Like a Virgin was all about how being with a certain man made the singer feel reborn under the glow of his love.

And that was how I felt with Ono. Shiny and new and completely untried, made for him and him alone. Like his touch made me come undone and alive.

“My fucking wife. No one else’s,” he growled, tearing my panties from my body and bathing my pussy in cool air.

“Oh God! Ono, please,” I mewled.

What the fuck was a mewl, anyway?

I always thought it was one of those words romance writers like Z. Wolff—that was Micky’s mom’s pen name—made up.

I never quite understood the word mewl, but I did now. That was the motherfucking sound I made, a cross between a whine and a beg, a moan and a prayer, as I writhed beneath Ono’s expert hands.

“Yes,” I whimpered as his mouth found my mons.

Ono groaned, suckling on my sex like it was the key to a happy life. And you know something, I thought that must be the truth.

The way he fucked me with his mouth every single night since the night before we boarded that plane had certainly improved my life.

“You taste so fucking good. I could stay here all day, but I need inside my sweet pussy, Doc.”

I nodded, not sure if he was asking permission or merely narrating what he was going to do next.

Ono stood up, tearing off what remained of his clothing. Then he slapped my pussy, dragging a moan from my lips, and grinned at me with his chin glistening with my slick.

“On your knees. Face the wall.”

I rolled onto all fours and moved up the bed, doing as he said. We’d fucked in just about every position, but this was the first time here, in our bed, and I needed it.

I needed him rough and raw and ready. Needed him to fill me like no one else could or ever would.

I felt the bed dip as he joined me on the mattress, and anticipation made my heart beat harder.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled.

His hands roamed over my body, cupping my tits and tweaking the nipples before sliding over my back and my ass.

He spread my cheeks, grazing his fingers over my asshole and pussy, all the way to my needy clit.

I felt something wet and warm move between my folds and something else sliding down my ass crack.

Holy fuck. Was that his spit?

I keened, rocking back, searching for something, anything to ease the ache he’d created.

“Need something, Doc?”

“Please.”

“I got you, Wife.”

I grabbed the blanket with my fists, unable to help myself. He was making me crazy with his whispered words of praise, telling me all the things he was going to do.

“Fuck, Doc, you’re so goddamn good. Look how you respond to me. My wife. My woman. Mine.”

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