Page 121 of Sin & Secrets

Whatever self-control Rocco was exercising crumbles in that instant.

His tongue licks me up in one earth-shattering movement.

Suddenly, he buries himself within me with his tongue. His fingers bruise my ass as he holds me firmly in place.

My eyes roll back as he sucks harder, deeper, feasting on me as I try to wrench my hands from their restraints to pull at his hair.

Suddenly, he moans, causing delicious vibrations to erupt from his lips directly onto my most sensitive spot.

“Oh, fuck.”

The pressure reaches its boiling point. I can see the stars beginning to form around my eyes and…and…

He disappears once more.

“Rocco!” I cry out, desperately wrapping my legs around him to bring him back.

He straightens to undo the buckle and zipper of his pants, chuckling to himself. “So impatient.”

I bite down on my lower lip to stop another protest from escaping as I behold his well-endowed cock with heated anticipation.

Rocco roughly strokes himself, eyes turning dark as they ravage me where I’m tied up on his bed and unable to do anything but succumb to him and his pleasure.

I part my lips in invitation and his stroking increases.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice is gruff with desire.

“Then fuck me,” I plead. “Take me now. I’m so fucking wet for you, Rocco. Please.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. The next thing I know, his lips are crashing against mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth desperately.

I can taste myself on his lips, and I groan at the sensation of it all. It will never get enough of this.

I’m so distracted I barely notice that he’s lining himself up at my entrance. When he plunges into me, groaning with pleasure until he is fully sheathed inside, the stars return with a vengeance.

“I love you,” I gasp.

Because there’s never been a moment when that hasn’t been more true.

But to my dismay, Rocco stops again. My straining core is struggling with the effort of keeping him within.

A gentle hand tilts my chin upwards, and I meet his endlessly gray eyes. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

His mouth meets mine again as he finally, finally begins to move. But this time, his movements are powerful and relentless.

He growls possessively, “Tell me you’re mine.”

I have to grip onto my restraints to keep myself anchored so that every time he pounds into me, he still hits that delicious mark.

“I’m yours.” My tongue dances hungrily with his.

I lose myself to the rhythm of our joined sexes.

My orgasm explodes from me in a violent ecstasy, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t offer me any relief until my second has grown to a breaking point, and then he too, shudders with the outburst of our desire.

We cum together, wrapped around each other in an inseparable union. The restraints around my wrists loosen as if knowing that their purpose has been served.

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