Unashamedly, I moaned out loud for him. Darius released his grip around my throat, allowing me to breathe properly again. I had been lost in my tormenting thoughts until I heard Darius’ key in the front door, his steps leading down the hallway before he strolled into the living room with a confident swagger. I got dressed, my legs still a little unstable from the antics of the previous hours. I confessed everything about Othello, how we’d met, how many times we’d seen each other, and exactly what we had been getting up to. I cried out as he pummeled his fingers at me, using it like this pussy was intended. Once again, I felt like a doting school girl with a crush on the Prom King. It was happening all over again. I moaned into his mouth as he entered me once more.
