Page 40 of Forgotten Deeds

“Please,” I beg.

“Such nice manners.” He smiles, spearing my pussy with his tongue before he attacks me with quick flicks.

“Oh my God.” I pant, my body writhing wildly beneath him.

He smiles, working my pussy with his skilled tongue while hitting the ridged spot deep inside me with his fingers. Just when I’m close, he backs off with his fingers and moves his tongue to a different spot. It’s torture, in the best possible way.

“Fuck!” I cry out when he begins rubbing his beard over my swollen clit. My legs fall open wider—welcoming the new level of sensation.

He chuckles against my clit. “Τ?σο καλ? κορ?τσι.”

“Please, Darius.” I tremble and moan as he goes back to licking my pussy in long, delicious strokes—the reality so much better than any fantasy I could have imagined. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, and my body tenses as I scream, “I’m coming!” My back arches as my orgasm hits so hard, I swear stars explode before my eyes.

He continues to lap at me soothingly until the final aftershock subsides. “Good, wifey?” Darius asks, untying me.

With my eyes half-closed and a huge smile on my face, I answer, “I’m sorry, I can’t come up with a coherent thought.”

“Finally,” he says with a little chuckle. He braces himself over me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth. I unabashedly taste myself, flicking my tongue against his as he grinds his dick back and forth through my slick pussy lips.

Holding himself up with one hand, he lines up his dick to my entrance. “I’ve had a child,” I warn him.

“I am well aware,” he says in an amused tone, nudging me with the head.

“So I’m not as tight down there as I used to be,” I whisper, shame coloring my cheeks.

He pauses, nostrils flaring. “Do I need to turn you over my knee again, Lily? This pussy is perfect, and whoever fucking told you it wasn’t needs their tongue ripped out,” he threatens, kissing me again—this time his kiss borders on violent as he slides inside me in one go.

We both cry out. Holy hell, it’s a good thing I’ve had a child, because I’m not sure he would have fit otherwise.

“Παρ?δεισος.” He rasps against my lips as he begins to move inside me. I lift my hips, wrapping my legs around him as he drops his head to my neck, panting and saying something in Greek as he fucks me slow and deep.

I gasp in shock as my body gears up for another orgasm. “This feels so good,” I say on a breathy moan.

He stills, watching my face intently. “You’re surprised.”

“No, it’s just I’ve never had an orgasm during actual sex,” I whisper.

His clucks his tongue. “So I need to rip out a lying tongue and cut off a useless dick.” My pussy flutters at his violent words, and he smirks. “Little angel likes the devil inside her. Likes her ears filled with my bad words while her pussy’s filled with my big dick.”

My pussy clamps down on his dick like a vise. “Yes,” I moan. God help me, I do.

“Good girl.” He hums his approval, releasing another string of Greek as he falls into a slow rhythm. My God, he might be rearranging some of my internal organs with how deep he’s inside me. “So good.” He groans, his pelvis hitting my clit on each thrust while his dick’s hitting just the right spot deep inside me.

“Yes,” I pant, my body beginning to shake uncontrollably as the pressure builds. “Darius,” I moan, digging my nails into his back.

“That’s it,” he praises, thrusting faster. “Come all over your husband’s dick. Let me feel it.”

“Oh, fuck!” I cry, bucking violently beneath him as my second orgasm crashes through me.

He lets out the sexiest groan before grinding out his release. Pulling out gently, he falls beside me and tucks me into his arms.

“That was,” I start, my heart jackhammering and my chest heaving.

“Perfection,” he answers for me, his chest rising and falling nearly as hard as mine.

“Mmm,” I agree, grabbing his face and giving him a dreamy kiss. Snuggling in closer, we’re both slick with exertion, and I take a moment to bask in the afterglow of the most amazing sex of my life. I trace my finger around the cobalt blue tattoo on the middle of his chest. “Why the evil eye?”

“For protection.” His lips quirk. “It must not work very well, because your pretty little blue eyes have bewitched me.”

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