Page 54 of Forgotten Deeds

“I’m scared this is too good to be true,” she whispers.

“Then give me time to prove to you just how good this can be,” I tell her, running my hand through her long waves.

“Okay,” she says quietly.

“Good girl.” I move on to the next issue. “Now, what about this thing with my mamá?” I introduced them at the table after I got back from dealing with Zoe’s bullshit. Lily seemed tense, but I just thought it was because she was nervous about meeting my mother.

“I ran into her on the way to the bathroom. Your mom told me I’m no good for you,” Lily admits. “That I should let you go, and then she spit.”

“The spitting is to fend off the evil eye. It’s silly, and I’m sorry she treated you that way.”

“Why would she think I’m no good for you? She doesn’t know me. Unless she knows I’m a dancer?” Lily worries.

I shake my head. “She doesn’t know you used to be a dancer.” Past tense as far as I’m concerned. “My mamá believes in old superstitions, that’s all.” I don’t want to tell Lily about my mamá’s “prophesy.” I’m not putting that in Lily’s head and giving her something else to fret over. “Now, quit thinking so fucking much, and come sit on my face.” Pulling her upright, I roll over onto my back.

“What?” She takes in a sharp breath.

“That sounds like thinking,” I chide, tugging at the hem of her dress; she helps by shifting to her knees and lifting her arms, and I pull the dress over her head, tossing it across the room.

Next off is her bra, freeing those beautiful tits. “So perfect. You are every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life, little angel.” I help guide her into kneeling position—with that beautiful pussy of hers hovering over my face.

“Darius, I’m not sure—”

I spread her pussy lips open wide with my fingers, taking a deep inhale. Ah, so sweet. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I spit.

“Darius!” She gasps in shock.

“That wasn’t for the evil eye; that’s just because my wife’s such a filthy little slut for Diávolos,” I say, rubbing my saliva around her pretty clit.

“Yes.” She throws her head back on a moan.

“I told you to sit.” I grab her by the hips, slamming her down to where her pussy’s plastered over my mouth. There, better.

The tip of my tongue swipes at her seam before I spear her. Lily makes the most beautiful throaty sound, and I encourage her to ride by face by grabbing her hips and moving her back and forth.

“Mmm.” She arches her back on a whimper, swaying her hips.

“That’s it. Ride my face like a good little slut.” I hold her off me enough to encourage her, before yanking her pussy back down and spearing her with my tongue.

“Oh God, this feels so good!” She grabs onto the headboard for leverage, grinding her pussy against my face.

Fuck, she’s so damn wet—her juices are running down my chin and neck. “Squirt all over me, little whore. Paint my lips and beard with your cum,” I instruct her, holding her up by her ass cheeks. “Show me how hard good girls come when they’re tongue fucked by the devil.”

“Yes,” she moans, her body shaking as I jerk her back down and relentlessly fuck her with my tongue. My little angel pants and moans, her movements becoming sloppy. “Oh my fucking God!”

Almost there. I spread Lily’s ass cheeks and take my index finger, circling her tight hole. Her ass tenses, but her pussy absolutely throbs against my tongue, and I hum my approval. My little angel will give me all her pretty holes in due time. The thought makes my dick so hard, I might embarrass myself and come before she does.

Resolved not to let that happen, I move my tongue just to the left of her clit—what I’m learning is wifey’s sweet spot—and I don’t let up. She’s riding my face so damn hard, she’s going to have beard burns all over her inner thighs; damn, that’s a sexy thought.

“Darius! Oh, I’m coming!” She throws her head back in ecstasy as her pussy gushes all over my face.

I eagerly drink in Lily’s cum—hell, I’d bathe in it if I could—licking and sucking as I gently bring her down from her high. Pulling her off my face before she collapses, I tuck her into my arms. “Good, wifey?”

She mutters something incoherent, and I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “Nothing or no one is ever going to take you away from me; and that includes you. The next time you’re upset about something, I want you to come talk to me instead of shutting me out. Okay?”

“Okay,” Lily whispers against my chest.

“Good girl.” Lifting her chin so she’s looking at me, I command, “Φ?λα με. Kiss me. Taste your perfection on my tongue.” She does so without hesitation, smiling against my lips.

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