Page 122 of He Should Be Mine
Dario leans down. Wet heat engulfs my cock. Pleasure explodes, so intense that all the excess ecstasy pours out of me in a long wail.
My fingers twist into Dario’s thick hair. He doesn’t tell me to let go. He simply devours my cock.
Sucking, licking, exploring. Devouring me like he is a starving man. His sheer enthusiasm is obliterating any lack of skill or technique.
My hips buck. My head falls back. My toes curl.
Fuck.
“I’m going to…” I gasp in warning.
I try to pull him off, but he doubles down with determination. Sucking me with even more fervor. Acting like my cock is a straw and at the end is some damn good milkshake.
A scream bursts out of me. My back arches. Pleasure burns. I’m on fire. My orgasm is lighting me up. I’m not only seeing stars. I’m floating amongst them.
An eternity later, I float back down from my out-of-body experience.
I blink. I’m sprawled on my back on the bed, limbs akimbo. Dario is standing to my right, still fully dressed with only his fly undone, slowly rolling a condom onto his magnificent cock.
My mouth waters.
He must have found the condoms in my nightstand. And something about that is so swoony. It’s thoughtful, careful and considerate. I can’t wait to be free of Rick, tested, and ready to take Dario bareback every fucking day. In the future, I want to take so much of this man’s DNA that it changes my Ancestry results. But right now, this is the right thing to do.
Dario’s eyes flash ferally as he climbs onto the bed. He positions himself between my spread legs.
“Ready for me, Molly?”
I nod frantically and pull my legs up and spread them as wide as I can.
His fingers tug on my butt plug. I moan. I hate that I put it in for another man. But I’m glad I can take Dario right now with no more waiting because even one minute more would kill me.
I need him inside me. I need to be full of Dario. Nevermind rearranging my guts, I want my soul reshaped.
He pulls the plug out and tosses it over his shoulder. His eyes are fixed on my hole. Intense enough to make me squirm.
Then he moves. He picks up my silk stocking covered leg and places it over his shoulder. He does the same with my other leg. He shoves my skirt up over my hips.
He leans over me. Close. Hot. Solid and real.
His cock brushes over my hole. My eyes flutter closed. My fingers twist in the sheets.
Pressure and heat. Tightness and burn. I exhale slowly and order my muscles to surrender. Dario grunts and my body gives way. The very tip of him eases inside me. An unholy noise staccatos out of my throat. A prayer that exults depravity.
Dario moans. A deep sound of pure masculinity. It sounds like he has found rapture.
He sinks in some more. Working his way inside me with care. My body is opening for him. Stretching and spreading. Making way and welcoming him in. He is large and heavy and so very hot. I can feel him so very acutely. Awareness of him is consuming all of my synapses.
He keeps going. Giving me more and more of himself. Stretching me wide and filling me completely. Stuffing me with a scalding heat.
More and more. Until I have all of him. Until I am complete.
I’m panting. It’s overwhelming. Intense.
I can feel Dario everywhere. He is a part of me now and nothing has ever felt so right.
He is all the way in. Balls deep. My rim is clenching and spasming around the base of his cock.
Finally, finally, after months of wanting, of longing, of pining. Finally, after all this time, I have Dario inside me.
