Page 95 of Forgotten Deeds

“Darius—”

“You’re being such a good girl for me, and I move my tongue from your pussy to your crack,” he continues to narrate his fantasy while stroking his dick.

“Darius!” I say in shock.

“And my naughty angel likes that,” he hums, noticing my painfully hard nipples. “Yes, my dirty little slut likes the devil knocking at her back door. I’m not taking your ass tonight with my dick. Soon, but not tonight. No, tonight your ass is getting acquainted with my tongue,” he tells me as he tugs his dick harder.

I’ll worry about this bad decision later, but for now I close the door and lock it, walking over to him. Shrugging out of my robe, I pull my tank top over my head, and slide my panties down—stepping out of them. I kneel on the floor, positioning myself on all fours.

“You ready to give yourself to me for good this time?” Darius asks, now behind me. He massages my ass cheeks with his big hands.

I shake my head. “Just for tonight.”

“Why are you fighting this?” he demands. “I fucked up; I know I did. But I can’t go back and change any of it.”

I’m fighting this because I do live in an ivory tower, and it’s scary as hell to acknowledge my own darkness and climb down. I don’t admit that; instead, I go to rise off my hands and knees and walk out.

His big hand forces the upper half of my body to the carpet. “Oh, no you don’t. No more toying with Diávolos. Face down, ass up.”

He obscenely spreads my ass cheeks open and growls. “Fucking dripping for me. Keep denying us if you want, but your pussy doesn’t lie,” he says, running his finger through my slit. He moves that wet finger back, circling a different hole—causing my muscles to involuntarily clench. Laughing darkly, he dives in, fucking my pussy with his tongue as he roughly grips my ass cheeks.

I jerk. I writhe. I thrust my hips back. I rub my tits on the carpet. Something, anything, to get some relief from this insatiable need.

“You come when I allow you to come, little whore,” he chides, shocking me when his teeth clamp down on my ass cheek.

“Oww!” I cry out, the pain only making my pussy throb that much harder.

He licks the spot where he just bit me. “Be still, or I’ll hogtie you.” A shudder courses through my body, and he laughs softly. “Next time; I don’t have any rope up here, and no way I’m leaving this room and giving you time to overthink this.”

He grazes my clit with his teeth, and I nearly jerk off the floor. “Oh, shit!”

The palm of his hand connects with my ass with a stinging pop. “I said be still.”

My body goes rigid, and he runs his tongue from my inner thigh to my pussy lips—lapping at my dripping desire. “Only a good girl when you’re desperate to squirt on my face, isn’t that right, little whore?” He spreads my ass cheeks open to the point of pain, his tongue circling my tight hole.

I gasp. “Wait, I don’t know—”

He smacks my ass again; this time harder, and I hiss.

“Every pretty hole of yours belongs to me, to do with as I see fit.” With that declaration, he begins flicking his tongue against my rim; the fluttering sensation unlike anything I’ve felt before.

He spears my asshole with his tongue—the intrusion strange, and yet pleasurable. “Oh, fuck,” I moan.

Holding my cheeks open with one hand, he moves his forearm between my legs, rubbing my keyed-up pussy back and forth as he continues to fuck my asshole with his tongue.

“Darius!” I cry as I dig my fingers into the carpet, my body shaking uncontrollably. “I’m coming!” Spearing his tongue inside me, he rubs his arm faster and faster, and I scream as my ass contracts around his tongue; my pussy gushing on his forearm.

He waits until my body stops shaking before helping me up. My feet a bit wobbly, I’m too much in post-orgasm bliss to be shocked at him running his tongue along his glistening forearm. Helping me to my feet, he places my robe around me and ties it. “Now, don’t come to me again until you’re ready to give me everything.” With that, he marches over and opens the door, motioning for me to leave.

Stunned, I walk out of the room. Turning around, I open my mouth to say something, but he closes the door before I can find the words.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Darius

I should have denied Lily; waited her out until she’s ready to accept us. Accept me. But I’m fucking weak when it comes to this woman; a feeling I despise.

Jerking off with her panties wrapped around my dick last night—and once this morning—hasn’t nearly taken the edge off like I’d hoped, and that’s why I’m hitting the gym extra hard this morning.

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