UNHOLY DESIRE

MATTEO POV

Deirdre jumped out of bed, her eyes roaming around the room briefly, and then they locked on mine. She seemed to be sober, which I was grateful for because there was no way I was going to fuck a drunk woman.

“Oh, my goodness,” She whispered, pushing a hand through her hair. “I didn’t finish that, did I?”

She pointed to the bottle of empty Rose.

“You can regret your actions later about drinking. Right now, I have a better way to make you even more sober.”

Slipping out of my pants, I groaned as I pulled down my boxer briefs, my dick twitching, glad it was freed from the restraint.

Stroking the erected length, I turned to Deirdre. She stood transfixed, ogling my arousal.

I wasn’t bothered. If anything, it fascinated me that she was mesmerized by my dick, the dick that would soon enter inside her slick wet fold.

“You caused this, Deirdre; you should get back to bed,” I pointed to the bed. “We need to finish what you started.”

“I did?” She asked.

“Are you still drunk?” I asked, “I can’t hold this any longer.”

I continued stroking, and despite the disbelief that was on her face and my thoughts of her being still drunk, my erection didn’t soften. Instead, it even hardened the more.

Deirdre moved towards me slowly, as if she walked too fast; she would fall flat on her face.

She clasped a hand over mine and glanced up at me. “Can I touch it?”

“Of course, it’s all yours, Deirdre,” I said through gritted teeth as I felt her hand wrapped around it as soon as I let go.

She went to her knees, her gaze still locked on mine as she moved her hand slowly up and down.

My dick pulsated in her hand, and I shuddered violently.

“Take me in already, Deirdre!” I growled out.

Instead of doing all that I said, Deirdre giggled and then squeezed hard.

“Shit!” I gasped. “You’re going to fucking kill me with that squeeze.”

“Let me please you, Matteo,” She murmured. Her tongue peaked out, and she licked my dick from the tip down to my fucking balls.

Shit!

Shutting my eyes, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, hissing, “Where did you learn how to fucking do that?!”

I snapped my eyes open to see her wide yet innocent smile.

“Forgive my lips, Matteo; they tend to find pleasure in the most unusual place.”

“Where the fuck did you go and…”

Deirdre lips wrapped around my balls, sucking lightly, taking my breath away.

I stumbled slightly and was glad the sofa was there to break my fall.

“Fuck, Deirdre,” I groaned, pushing a hand through her hair and inciting a moan from her.

“Wanna bet, Matteo? I can make you scream out real loud,” Deirdre said.

“W-what?” I furrowed my brows. What the fuck had gotten over her?

Did she take something else other than that damned alcohol? Deirdre was never this open.

And whenever we fucked, I made her say things, and most times she was always reluctant. But her speaking freely was something I would never get used to.

“Deirdre…” The words died down in my throat as she took in my full length in her mouth without gagging.

Fuck!

Her mouth had been on my dick before, but this wasn’t the kind of feeling it incited inside of me.

This was different. This Deirdre, sucking on my hard dick, was determined to make me scream her name as she had said.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I whispered, shoving the full length of my dick inside her mouth completely.

Deirdre gasped, attempting to pull away, but I held her mouth in place.

“Make me scream,” I said through gritted teeth as her wide eyes met mine.

Deirdre’s lips clamped around my length even tighter, sucking, pulling, urging me to come for her.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, grabbing her head with both my hands as she bobbed up and down my length.

“Faster, don’t let go,” I hissed.

Deirdre worked her flattened tongue up and down my cock delivering pleasure with the same finesse that drove me to trembling orgasms.

I shot my cum inside her mouth, and she swallowed all without leaving a drop.

“You see?” she smiled a triumphant smile. Then, gazed at my dick with lust. She wanted more.

Likewise I.

There was no way I was letting her take the lead to tease me again. Except I wish to be a trembling mess underneath her, which I didn’t mind.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, I wish to be inside of her.

Her mouth moved towards my dick, but I clasped her face, halting her.

“My turn, darling. And I hope you’re sober enough.”

“Oh,” Came the single response from Deirdre, and I swooped her off her feet towards the bed and dumped her on it.

“Tell me what you want, Kitten,” I whispered, pulling her legs towards the edge of the bed.

“Anything?” Deirdre questioned, biting her bottom lip.

“Anything, and don’t fucking bite your lips,” I narrowed my eyes at her.

She did again. Well, she was naturally defiant.

“Eat me, Matteo,” she whispered, but her voice was loud enough for me to hear.

Her face was flushed, and she gazed away. She was the one who had pulled me off earlier. How could she look like a fucking seductress one minute and the next, like an angel that knows nothing?!

“Say it louder,” I said gruffly.

“Eat me, Matteo. Make me cum over and over again!” Deirdre yelled.

I swear, whoever was passing by our door would definitely hear what she had said, but I couldn’t care less. She was my fucking wife and not some random whore that I’d be embarrassed about.

Pushing her legs up and setting them apart, I knelt at the edge of the bed, my head moving into her inner thigh. Inhaling deeply and sighing at the sweet savoring scent emanating from her pussy.

“Safeword, Deirdre.” I rubbed at her pussy slowly.

I didn’t want to hurt her. Even as she had given me the go-ahead to do as I pleased with her, taking her with caution was my utmost desire.

“Just say anything to make me stop when it hurts,” I said.

“Thunderstorm,” Deirdre let out.

“Thunderstorm, it is,” I replied, “And never forget that Deirdre, that shall be the word to stop me.”