“Mhm.” Darla shivered from the coldness against her flaming skin.
I sucked her nipples the way I sucked the cherry from her martini at Chaleur.
“More, Zeno.More.”
“You’re so sexy when you beg for me, wife.”
The ice cube roved down her stomach and I chased the wet trail with my open-mouthed kisses. As I drew close to my holy grail, the two-inch cross dangling from my chain brushed over her pussy.
She moaned.
I was deranged for imagining a cross dipping into her tight hole and she was even sicker for wanting it.
Darla’s eyes widened when I brought the gold cross to my mouth and coated it with spit. Nothing should faze her anymore. We De la Croixes were sinners and she was one of us now.
“You’re supposed to be a man of God,” she whispered as I drew the cross down her slit again in an impious caress…and slipped it inside just a fraction.
“Oh, I am.” I tongued open her pussy and flicked her clit, while pushing the cross deeper into her opening. “I’m worshipping one of his finest creations, baby.”
I polished her bundle of nerves with the melting ice cube and gently fucked her with the cross. Driving her insane with desire. Making her whimper my name in ecstasy. Then I replaced the cross with my fingers. She watched me lick her wetness off the metal, loving the unholy display. Her hips bucked, seeking relief, but patience was a virtue my wife still did not possess. “Please. Please. Please.”
I pinched her clit. “Tell me what you want.”
“You, Master!”
“Be specific.”
“Your tongue. Your fingers. Your cock.” Her back arched. I kept pumping two fingers inside her tightness. “God, justyou.”
Far from done tormenting this woman, I was going to make her ride my face until that trust fund pussy was smearing cum all the way from my chin to the tip of my nose.
“You have me, Darla.” Grabbing her waist, I tugged her up so she kneeled on the cushioned surface of the seat. Unable to resist, I took a bite out of her bound breasts like an animal.
Darla released the sweetest cry.
I turned her around so she faced the throne’s backrest, still kneeling. That heaven-carved plump ass jiggled with the sudden movement and it had the same effect on me as a red flag on a bull. I sank my teeth into her right ass cheek just to see my mark burgeon. “Goddamn, you look good enough to eat.”
I manoeuvred into position and Darla listened intently, without peering over.
Sitting on the floor with the backs of my shoulders resting against the edge of the seat, I slid my face in the gap between the juncture of her thighs. My vision was filled with my wife’s body above me. Her gorgeous pussy a hairbreadth away from my hungry mouth.
Trembling with lust, she glanced down with surprise.
“What are you doing?” she asked with uncertainty…and excitement.
I smirked darkly, my tongue rolling out to lick the meal I’d been deprived of for ten days. “Breaking my fast,regina mia.”
My wife gasped the Lord’s name in vain.
Grabbing chunks of her ass in my hands, I set out on a mission to make the love of my life come like a hurricane. All over my mouth, chin, jaw. I jabbed her clit in fast swipes and circulation motions with my tongue. Licking. Sucking. Teasing her cunt until she was a horny mess.
My wife was the holiest of treats and I ate her out like a starved disciple.
A bone-deep shiver wracked her frame.
I slapped her ass with both hands and said harshly, “Beg me for your pardon.”
She moaned throatily, her forehead mashed against the velvet upholstery of the backrest. Her thighs hugged the sides of my head and she humped my mouth like it was her personal fuck-pillow. “Mon seigneur,forgive me for I have sinned.”