Page 44 of Forgotten Deeds

“Anything? Will you put those lying lips on Diávolos’ dick?” He grabs my cheeks with one hand—forcing my lips to pucker.

Unable to speak, I bob my head up and down.

He releases me and walks over to the rocky area to my left. I can’t tell what he’s doing, but he turns around with a huge boulder in his arms and carries it over to me. Squatting down, he drops it at my feet with a grunt.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Did I ask the whore to speak?” he demands.

I’m a smart, educated woman who should be offended at this degradation—should being the operative word here, because I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.

He peels off his swim trunks, and I can’t take my eyes off that impressive erection as he climbs on top of the boulder.

His dick is now at my mouth level, and he grabs onto my head—forcing my mouth open as he thrusts inside me. I gag as he begins to fuck my mouth with such brutal force, it makes my eyes water.

“Deep throat me,” he commands in a gravely voice, my nipples painfully hard.

I open my mouth as wide as it will go, taking a deep breath through my nose as he pushes his dick impossibly deep down my throat. “That’s it,” he praises, tears running down my cheeks. He pulls out, only to ram back into my mouth over and over. “Such a good little slut, taking Diávolos’ dick so deep. Are you my good little slut, Lily?”

Unable to speak because I’m being choked by his massive dick, I just nod.

He moans as he thrusts faster, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling hard; his other hand, he uses to massage his balls. Shoving his dick further down my throat—deeper than I thought possible—my throat constricts as I make a gagging sound.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Choke on my dick. Fuck, Lily, I’m about to come.” Grunting, he cries out as he throws his head back—warm jets hitting the back of my throat, and I’m forced to swallow every last drop.

He pulls out when his dick stills and cups my cheeks gently. “Good, wifey?”

“Yes, but I said I wanted Diávolos’ cum dripping from my pussy,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from the rough fucking.

“Mouthy little angel.” He playfully flicks my nose. Hopping down, he unties my wrists and scoops me up in his arms, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “Next time. But for now, how about I make you come right here? Anyone could walk around those rocks or pass by in a boat and see how fucking desperate you are for me. Would you like that, Lily?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my pussy tingling. Turns out I do like that idea.

He climbs back up on the boulder with me in his arms. Taking a seat, he positions my body to suit him—I’m now laying with my back against his hard chest, my legs sandwiched between his. He wraps his hand around my throat as he snakes his other hand down, playing with my clit. “Mmm, and I do like you splayed out, so fucking needy for me.”

“Yes, so needy for you.” I moan, digging my nails into his muscular thighs.

He hums his approval, entering me with his middle and ring fingers, and I moan. “Except I’d have to kill anyone who looks at you, and I don’t like taking my work with me on holiday,” he says with all seriousness, and my pussy absolutely seizes around his fingers. He laughs darkly against my ear. “Wifey likes that, doesn’t she?”

As if he knows my body better than I do, he goes straight to my g-spot and doesn’t let up, kneading it over and over with his fingertips. “Oh my God,” I cry with a hoarse voice, a full-body shiver ratcheting through me.

“Likes that her husband is a bad man. Likes playing with fire.” His dangerous voice mixed with his skilled fingers has worked me up into a frenzy. “You going to squirt all over my fingers? Show everyone how hard you come for me?”

Grabbing his hand around my throat, I beg, “It’s too much,” but he keeps hitting those bundles of nerves roughly over and over inside me.

“My dirty little slut of a wife can handle it,” he rasps.

“No, I feel like I need to pee,” I admit with embarrassment, the sensation overwhelming.

“Don’t hold back. I don’t give a fuck if you piss all over me,” he reassures me, moving his fingers faster.

Deciding to take him at his word, I tweak my nipples, getting lost in the pleasure. I’m naked and completely exposed, and yet I know without a doubt I’m safe in Darius’ arms; that thrilling combination has me drunk on desire.

“That’s it,” he praises, fucking me roughly with his fingers. “Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to.”

I convulse.

I pant.

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