Page 108 of Desperate Actions

And she’s so eager, so hungry, sucking me as deep as she can, until she gags around me—and that sound—Jesus fuck, that sound.

I thrust instinctively, fisting my hands in her thick, dark hair, trying to control myself, but I can’t.

“You like that, Pixie?” I pant. “Like my cock in your mouth?”

She moans, nods, and my eyes widen as her hand slides down her own body, fingers tweaking her nipples, slipping between her thighs.

“Shit.” My body jerks, the sight of her touching herself while sucking my dick nearly undoing me.

“You gonna rub that clit while you suck me off?”

Another moan, this one desperate, and I grin darkly.

“Yeah, that’s right. Keep doing that.”

I thrust again, slow and deep, savoring the slick heat of her mouth, the way she shudders with every push.

“You’re so fucking good, Wife.”

Her fingers move faster, and I can tell she’s close.

So am I.

“Fuck, Pixie. I’m gonna come.”

Her green eyes snap up to mine, wide, needy, and she hums around me.

Then, I’m coming, shooting my load into her mouth and she swallows it down, eyes round, moaning as she joins me in climaxing.

We barely make it to the bed.

The second Aella’s back hits the soft sheets, I’m on her—spreading her thighs wide, pressing her down, claiming her.

Her breath catches as I trail my fingers over the inside of her legs, my lips following, nipping, teasing, working my way up until I reach her sweet, glistening pussy.

And then I devour her.

“Fuck, Pixie.”

I drag my tongue from her tight little asshole to her clit, slow and filthy, and she jerks beneath me, a high, needy whimper ripping from her throat.

I groan, my hands tightening on her thighs, holding her open, keeping her exactly where I want her.

Her taste is intoxicating.

So sweet.

So fucking addictive.

And I can’t stop.

I won’t stop.

Not until she’s clutching at the sheets, her back arching, her thighs trembling around my head.

Not until she’s moaning my name like a prayer.

Not until she gives me everything.

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