He advanced toward me like a predator. “I heard you used to be a cheerleader in high school. Show me how thankful you are by splitting wide open for this dick.”
Blinking coquettishly, I leaned back and split my thighs open like an acrobat. My stocking-clad legs spanned the length of the sofa and my stiletto heels dented the velvet upholstery. My crotchless panties, black satin with little rhinestones, gave him the perfect view of my wet pussy. “Like this?”
Zeno dropped to his knees like a man ready to worship. Hypnotized, he drew forward and sprinkled open-mouthed kisses on my inner thighs before spitting on my pussy and spanking it. “Just like that.” His fingers parted me open with desperate hunger. “Keep your eyes on me while I devour this cunt.”
“Zeno!” I gasped when he sucked my clit, groaning like it was the sweetest of berries.
His rough exhales warmed my wet flesh as he ate me out with filthy, coarse sounds. Zeno’s tongue slid far into my tight hole and licked furiously. My tied hands knotted in his hair and I bucked my hips for more, surfing my pussy over his mouth, painting him with my essence. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He replaced his tongue with three fingers and fucked me, finding my holy grail. “Look at how your slick pussy sucks my fingers.” His tongue assaulted my clit and I saw his arrogant smile as he peered up at me with a sinister glint. “So greedy. So hot. It likes to be filled, doesn’t it,bella?” he rasped tauntingly. “With my fingers, with my tongue, with my cock…with my cum. You love it when I fill this pussy with every drop and make you play with the mess I made.”
Oh, God. Did I ever.
Another orgasm rocked through me and I wailed, arching my back. “Zeno!”
“Come all over my face,” he groaned. “Bless me,mon trésor.”
My husband’s tongue collected every last drop of my wetness like milk and honey. Like I was a rare, sacred treat for his pleasure only.
I panted, floating on cloud nine.
Zeno manoeuvred my body so I lay flat on my back, while he climbed on the sofa between my splayed thighs. A picture of angry lust, he spread his fingers over my waist and dragged me down, burying his cock straight into my sensitive pussy.
I cried out loudly.
Zeno threw his head back and groaned, closing his eyes like he was in heaven. “Fuckkk.”
“I’m so full.” I sighed shakily and glanced down at the profane cock lodged inside of me.
“You were made for me.” Zeno grabbed my heeled foot and kissed my ankle with reverence, churning his cock deeper. I sobbed, pleasure clenching my womb. He threw my legs over his shoulders and bore down, his hand wrapping around my throat. “Forked out millions to own this trust fund pussy on paper,mon ange. You’re mine.Toujours. Forever. Sempre.”
It was the domineering words.
It was the territorial gleam in his eyes.
It was the animal magnetism sketched in the lines of his strapping body.
I whispered my vow with a slight hitch in my voice, “I’m never letting you go.”
His expression crumbled and he pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t want you to let me go.”
I couldn’t imagine loving him this much and not having that love returned.
It would obliterate me.
He had to feel the same.
He justhadto.
“I’m not signing your divorce papers either.”
“I’m not filing them, Darla.”
“Sounds good,” I hushed with a shiver.
“Sounds good,” he hushed back, cupping my cheek.
We sealed the deal with a soft kiss. Belongingness and love swirled in the air like a cloud of ecstasy. Zeno rocked into me slowly while nuzzling my lips.