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Leaving her in red stockings and a sheer, boudoir-style red robe that was fitting for the wife of a seigneur.
I threw the knife away and cupped her pussy, giving it a stinging slap.“I will never get over how beautiful you are.”
Darla’s lips parted on a‘puh’like sound. Her arms squared my shoulders as she pressed closer to my naked chest. “You never fail to remind me how beautiful I am at every opportunity.”
“I get the impression you don’t hear it very often and I want to change that.”
I sank a finger into her wet heat, feeling her arousal leak to my knuckles, and fingered her earnestly, while my thumb played with her swollen clit. She whimpered and I relished the ecstasy swimming in her expression.
“D-do that again,” she panted, brushing her mouth to mine, smudging her rouge over my bottom lip. “Please, Zeno.”
Master Zeno. I slapped her flesh in retaliation and her eyes rolled back in bliss.
Feeling her pussy milking me and knowing she was close, I pulled out and stuck my finger into my mouth, licking it clean.
Visibly shaking, she protested, “Don’t stop.”
I picked her up by the waist and deposited her onto the chaise, loving how she automatically went to a kneeling position.
I grasped her cheek, completely enthralled by the way she looked wrapped in that diaphanous fabric. By the way the moonlight kissed every inch of her skin, bathing her slight golden hue in an ethereal glow. By the way wonder shone in her eyes as she glanced up at me, helpless to our magnetic pull.
Even when I lay on my deathbed, I’d never forget this moment, when the celestials being above had gifted me one of their own.
This was the closest I’d ever get to the Promised Land.
Darla Ivy Hill was my heaven on earth.
My wife turned her head and kissed my scarred palm.
My body jolted and my armour cracked.
Reaching down, I tore her sash out of the loops and jerked both her hands behind her back.
“What are you doing?” she questioned.
Shushing her, I secured her wrists in a tight bind and appraised my handiwork.
Innocent brown eyes. Kiss-swollen red lips. Mass of black hair tumbling over her round breasts.
Darla was a temptress.
I wondered for the first time if this was how Eve had looked like in the Garden of Eden.
“You don’t get to come, little angel,” I whispered, tracing my hands down to her tits, lifting them to feel their weight. If she let me, I’d fuck these too. “This is formypleasure only.”
She looked so betrayed until I lowered my sweatpants enough for my cock to spring free. Then she remembered she asked for this—sucking me off asthank you—and her eyes glazed over.
I thumbed her chin while giving myself a few strokes. She moaned at the sight and I leaned down to peck her pliant mouth.
“You broke one of my rules, Darla. What did I say I would do if that ever happened?”
“Punish me for my disobedience,” she exhaled with a rush of excitement.
“I expect you to work hard for your apology.” I dragged a finger down the slender column of her throat. “You’re going to take me so deep, you can barely breathe. If you’re not gagging, you aren’t doing it right.” I wrapped my fist around her hair twice. “Now open your mouth and suck.”
Looming over her, I gave myself a final tug and directed towards her awaiting mouth.
Darla didn’t need to be told twice.
