Page 102 of Sinful Hearts

Pleasure rolls through my body as my orgasm takes over.

“That’s it.” He fingers me harder while sucking on my clit. “You going to come for your husband? Soak me with your juices. You’re all I want to taste for the next fucking century.”

His tongue circles inside me, and his fingers drive in so hard I’m shocked he hasn’t ripped something.

My thighs tremble, my stomach tightens, and then it happens.

An orgasm shatters through me.

My hair falls in my face, and my body shakes like a hurricane.

I cry out, moaning his name.

My hips lift off the couch as I give in to the best feeling of my life.

But Emilio doesn’t stop.

He moans into my pussy, his tongue and fingers still at work and not even slowing down. He wants to steal every bit of pressure he built up inside me.

God, I never want this to end.

My head is spinning by the time he finally stops.

He releases my thighs from his shoulders, holding them to make sure they don’t drop to the ground since I’m pretty much powerless.

He stands, and my mouth waters at the sight of his cock at full attention beneath his pants.

I lick my lips, just as hungry for him as he was for me.

Somehow, I gain the energy to slide off the couch and fall to my knees on the carpet in front of him. His abs tighten as I reach for his belt, unbuckling it.

As if on instinct, his hips buck forward when I unzip his fly and undo his pants. I shove his pants and briefs down. His hard, huge cock springs free, only inches from my face.

I lick my lips as he curls his hand around his cock. He strokes himself once slowly before rubbing the tip against my lips. I happily open my mouth, welcoming him, but he doesn’t give me much.

I suction my lips around him, sucking, and he tsks me.

“As bad as I want to fuck that mouth, I need to feel your tight pussy wrapped around this cock first.” He slaps my cheek with his cock. “But you haven’t begged me yet, have you?” He grabs my elbow, pulling me to my feet, and shoves his hand between my legs again. “It seems I’m going to need to keep pleasuring my wife’s pussy until she gives me that.”

I suck in a deep breath as he drives his blunt finger inside me, stroking me hard before adding three more fingers. My head drops back as I moan.

“Let me hear it, Liliya,” he groans, his lips brushing my jaw as he finger fucks me. “I won’t fuck this wet pussy until you beg.”

I reach for his cock, my goal to stroke it, but he smacks my hand away.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Please what?”

“Please … fuck me.”

I don’t have to ask him twice.

His hand leaves my pussy, and he’s pushing me into the bedroom and turning on the light.

I moan as he drags my shirt over my head, unclasps my bra, and immediately pushes my breasts together. He shoves them up, groaning before sucking on a nipple and biting into one.

My body is on fire, burning for him.