JOSHUA
Fanny had just said the words I had longed to hear for all these years.
"Eat my pu**y."
Three words that instantly turned me into an unrestrained animal. I wanted to make love to her slowly and gently, but who was I kidding? The truth was that all this pent-up desire was going to be unleashed on her.
“Do you want me to eat your pu**y, my love?” I whispered, kissing my way up to her chin, my fingers tangled in the back of her hair, gripping her thigh.
Oh my God.
I had become harder than steel in less than a second, and the only thing running through my mind was that I was going to strip her and make her scream my name because I was going to break her with pleasure as punishment for these four years without her.
“Yes, please, my love,” she pleaded with the most sensual voice I
