Page 39 of Forgotten Deeds

“Fuck yes, I did.” He hums. “But you don’t get to steal the orgasm I’m about to give you. Drop your hand.”

“Make me,” I challenge, a thrill running through my body.

He laughs darkly, tugging his linen shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. I lick my lips at the sight—he’s the embodiment of a Greek god in human flesh with his hard lines and beautiful olive skin. And the man has a freakin’ eight pack; I thought those were only a myth.

Next comes off his shorts and boxers, and I take in a sharp breath. Darius’ huge dick stands to attention as he stalks over to me, but instead of climbing in bed, he opens the closet door. He turns back around with a robe belt, making it go taut in his hands with a snap.

“What are you—”

He’s already bound my wrists and has me tied to the headboard with the belt before I can finish my sentence. “Bad girls get tied up,” he says, a naughty glint in his eyes. A full-body shiver courses through me, and he smiles a wolfish grin. “Πανεμορφη.” He looks me over from head to toe, and I’m afraid I’m going to melt into a puddle under his hot gaze. “So sweet, with a body made for sin.”

I rub my thighs together, moaning. Is it possible to come from someone’s words alone? I’m about to find out if he keeps talking to me like that.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” Darius tsks. “Don’t make me tie your legs.”

I still my movement, and he crawls onto the bed and settles over my pussy. Lightly running his fingers through the landing pad of my Brazilian wax job, he hums. “I like this.” He spreads my pussy lips open obscenely with his index and middle fingers.

“Darius,” I implore.

He growls. “Fuck, this pussy is gorgeous.”

“Darius, please,” I beg.

“What do you need, wifey?” he coos, cupping my pussy with the palm of his hand and rubbing back and forth.

“You. I need you.”

“And you have me,” he says, dropping his hand from my pussy; the loss causes me to whimper.

He chuckles, taking his sweet time as he runs his tongue up the length of my body. Framing my face with his hands, he holds his weight off me as he captures my mouth with his—kissing me so slow and deep it makes my toes curl.

I’m a whimpering mess by the time Darius kisses and licks his way down my neck, stopping at my breasts. “So pretty.” He flicks my left nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm,” I moan, grinding my pussy against his dick to urge him along, but the man’s not in any hurry.

He releases my nipple with a little pop, moving over to my other breast to lavish it with attention. Kissing and licking his way down my stomach, he settles between my legs. His hooded eyes watch me intently as he enters me with his middle finger, and I gasp, arching off the bed.

“What were you thinking about when you were rubbing this sweet little clit with your vibrator the other night?” He adds second finger as he flicks them rapidly in a come here motion.

“Oh God,” I cry out, grabbing a fistful of sheets.

“Were you thinking about me fucking you?” He leans down and swipes my clit with his tongue as he continues to work me with his fingers.

“Yes,” I moan, too turned on to be embarrassed by the admission.

“How did I fuck you? Did I use my fingers?” He continues to pump inside me. “My tongue?” Removing his digits, he swipes the length of my seam with his tongue, and I arch off the bed with a moan. “Or was it my dick?” Watching me with hooded eyes, he shifts his body and grabs his dick, tracing the head against my engorged clit.

“Your tongue,” I pant.

“Ah,” he says, scooting back down to where his head is positioned between my legs. Gripping my thighs just how I imagined he would, he gives my clit a gentle kiss. “In your fantasy, where did I eat this sweet little pussy?” He swipes me again with his tongue, and I let out a throaty moan. “Was I in your bed?”

I shake my head, teasing my bottom lip with my teeth. “We were in the VIP room. On the couch.”

“Naughty angel.” He smiles, looking up at me from between my legs while working my clit with his tongue in a figure eight motion. Stopping abruptly, he asks against my throbbing clit, “And did I make you come in this fantasy?”

“Yes,” I moan. “So damn hard.”

“Good girl.” He growls against my clit, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. “You want to come on my tongue right now?”

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