Chapter 25-y
I ’d worn a long knitted dress on the plane ride home, but Ono pulled it around my hips when he picked me up. My body pulsed as desire filled me.
It was a steadily growing ache, throbbing in time with my heart. A molten need, heating my blood, and making my vision hazy.
I was distracted, but noted the freshly painted walls and nice-looking furniture that decorated my new home.
I already knew Ono had great taste, and honestly, I could change it later if I didn’t like something.
None of that was important. No, the only thing that mattered was this single moment out of all time.
Being here with this man. My husband. And having him between my thighs. That was the only thing that mattered to me.
“Tell me what you want, Wife,” he rumbled against my mouth.
So close, I wanted to yell.
His lips were brushing, but not quite kissing, as he put me on my back on the enormous bed.
“I want you. Only you,” I told him honestly, because why start lying now?
That was all he needed to move, and move, he did, slamming his mouth into mine.
Dear Lord, I loved the way he kissed me.
He was rough and sweet at the same time. Making my toes curl and my pussy drip with desire for him.
He tore at my clothing, ripping away the fine material roughly, and for some reason, that turned me on more.
His lust for me, his desperation to have me naked, was an aphrodisiac I’d never experienced.
Everything with Ono was a first. It was all new and rare. I finally understood what Madonna meant when she sang Like a Virgin .
It was one of Micky’s Aunt Destiny’s favorites. I never understood it, though.
Not till right now.
Like a Virgin was all about how being with a certain man made the singer feel reborn under the glow of his love.
And that was how I felt with Ono. Shiny and new and completely untried, made for him and him alone. Like his touch made me come undone and alive.
“My fucking wife. No one else’s,” he growled, tearing my panties from my body and bathing my pussy in cool air.
“Oh God! Ono, please,” I mewled.
What the fuck was a mewl, anyway?
I always thought it was one of those words romance writers like Z. Wolff— that was Micky’s mom’s pen name —made up.
I never quite understood the word mewl, but I did now. That was the motherfucking sound I made, a cross between a whine and a beg, a moan and a prayer, as I writhed beneath Ono’s expert hands.
“Yes,” I whimpered as his mouth found my mons.
Ono groaned, suckling on my sex like it was the key to a happy life. And you know something, I thought that must be the truth.
The way he fucked me with his mouth every single night since the night before we boarded that plane had certainly improved my life.
“You taste so fucking good. I could stay here all day, but I need inside my sweet pussy, Doc.”
I nodded, not sure if he was asking permission or merely narrating what he was going to do next.
Ono stood up, tearing off what remained of his clothing. Then he slapped my pussy, dragging a moan from my lips, and grinned at me with his chin glistening with my slick.
“On your knees. Face the wall.”
I rolled onto all fours and moved up the bed, doing as he said. We’d fucked in just about every position, but this was the first time here, in our bed, and I needed it.
I needed him rough and raw and ready. Needed him to fill me like no one else could or ever would.
I felt the bed dip as he joined me on the mattress, and anticipation made my heart beat harder.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled.
His hands roamed over my body, cupping my tits and tweaking the nipples before sliding over my back and my ass.
He spread my cheeks, grazing his fingers over my asshole and pussy, all the way to my needy clit.
I felt something wet and warm move between my folds and something else sliding down my ass crack.
Holy fuck. Was that his spit?
I keened, rocking back, searching for something, anything to ease the ache he’d created.
“Need something, Doc?”
“Please.”
“I got you, Wife.”
I grabbed the blanket with my fists, unable to help myself. He was making me crazy with his whispered words of praise, telling me all the things he was going to do.
“Fuck, Doc, you’re so goddamn good. Look how you respond to me. My wife. My woman. Mine.”
“Ono. Husband!”
“Gonna have more of this ass soon,” he groaned.
I felt his cock nudging my pussy lips open, and I wanted to weep. It felt so goddamn good.
“Tell me you want it,” he growled, holding me captive with one hand fisted in my hair.
The other was sliding between my cheeks until he was pressing his thick thumb against my hole, pushing it past the first ring of muscles into my ass.
I leaned back against him, needing more. It was a first for me, but I wanted it so damn badly.
“Yes. More. I want it. Please Ono, I want you to fuck me every way you can.”
I meant it. God, how I meant it.
Ono growled then, sounding more like an animal than a man. He pushed his cock inside me, stretching my pussy so good.
Then he rutted into me, thrusting again and again, invading my senses with every push and pull of his hard body.
Heat built inside me and I’m damn near burning alive before I feel him wiggling his thumb, fucking my ass with it as he drives harder and harder into my slit.
“Fuck. So tight. That’s it, Doc. Look at you. My perfect little slut. You like when I finger this ass, don’t you?”
“Yes. God, yes, I do.”
“I know you do. I got what you want, Baby. Now do it. Come for me. Suck the load from my body,” he growled, letting go of my hair and collapsing his weight onto my back, caging me in with one finger still in my ass.
Ono never stopped fucking me, even as his mouth closed over my shoulder. He just held me there, with his teeth, forcing me to remain his captive, to take everything he gave me.
And I did.
Even more, I fucking loved it.
“That’s it. You can take it, Wife. You can take it all,” he growled, and I started coming.
My pussy spasmed and clenched, squeezing his dick until I felt him stiffen and arch his back.
Then he was coming, too.
And it was better than I remembered from just that morning.
Ono’s hot seed filled me, dripping down my thighs. I turned my head, glimpsing my hotter than fuck husband in the mirror.
Christ, he was so hot.
He tossed his head back, muscles rippling, tattoos glittering beneath his sweat, and that thick head of hair was so deliciously tousled.
He grunted, but before he finished coming, he pulled out of my still spasming sex.
I moaned at the loss, then my mouth dropped wide open when I saw what he was doing.
He withdrew his thumb, the one he had buried inside my ass, and grabbed his still pulsing cock. Then he fitted it to me, using his cum to slick the way as he pushed.
It felt big. So big, and it burned so good as he slid his dick deeper inside my clenching asshole.
“You can’t. I can’t,” I gasped.
“Yes, we fucking can. Let me in,” he growled.
Then he slammed his hips forward, sinking half the length of his spasming cock inside my ass. Ono roared my name as he spurted inside me, sending a fresh wave of pleasure rippling through me, and nothing had ever felt better.
“Fuck. Mine. Michelle!”
I came again, whether from the sight of him coming undone, or from the vibrations of his still pulsating cock inside my body, I did not know.
But I came harder and longer than ever before.
Just like his perfect little slut.