Page 86 of Desperate Desires

“Ono. Husband!”

“Gonna have more of this ass soon,” he groaned.

I felt his cock nudging my pussy lips open, and I wanted to weep. It felt so goddamn good.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled, holding me captive with one hand fisted in my hair.

The other was sliding between my cheeks until he was pressing his thick thumb against my hole, pushing it past the first ring of muscles into my ass.

I leaned back against him, needing more. It was a first for me, but I wanted it so damn badly.

“Yes. More. I want it. Please Ono, I want you to fuck me every way you can.”

I meant it. God, how I meant it.

Ono growled then, sounding more like an animal than a man. He pushed his cock inside me, stretching my pussy so good.

Then he rutted into me, thrusting again and again, invading my senses with every push and pull of his hard body.

Heat built inside me and I’m damn near burning alive before I feel him wiggling his thumb, fucking my ass with it as he drives harder and harder into my slit.

“Fuck. So tight. That’s it, Doc. Look at you. My perfect little slut. You like when I finger this ass, don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes, I do.”

“I know you do. I got what you want, Baby. Now do it. Come for me. Suck the load from my body,” he growled, letting go of my hair and collapsing his weight onto my back, caging me in with one finger still in my ass.

Ono never stopped fucking me, even as his mouth closed over my shoulder. He just held me there, with his teeth, forcing me to remain his captive, to take everything he gave me.

And I did.

Even more, I fucking loved it.

“That’s it. You can take it, Wife. You can take it all,” he growled, and I started coming.

My pussy spasmed and clenched, squeezing his dick until I felt him stiffen and arch his back.

Then he was coming, too.

And it was better than I remembered from just that morning.

Ono’s hot seed filled me, dripping down my thighs. I turned my head, glimpsing my hotter than fuck husband in the mirror.

Christ, he was so hot.

He tossed his head back, muscles rippling, tattoos glittering beneath his sweat, and that thick head of hair was so deliciously tousled.

He grunted, but before he finished coming, he pulled out of my still spasming sex.

I moaned at the loss, then my mouth dropped wide open when I saw what he was doing.

He withdrew his thumb, the one he had buried inside my ass, and grabbed his still pulsing cock. Then he fitted it to me, using his cum to slick the way as he pushed.

It felt big. So big, and it burned so good as he slid his dick deeper inside my clenching asshole.

“You can’t. I can’t,” I gasped.

“Yes, we fucking can. Let me in,” he growled.

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