My Evil Boy Toy-Chapter 259: [R18] New Memory

I was unable to avoid his kiss, but why would I? He’s my husband and I wanted it to happen. I missed him so much that I wanted him to fuck me in any way he wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head to deepen our kiss. I slid my tongue inside his mouth, encircling it around to savor the wetness of it.

My heart pounded as I get too excited when I felt his one hand grab my butt. His other hand lifted my skirt and brushed his palms slowly into my thighs.

He pulled my underwear down and I moaned when I felt his finger rubbed my clit. He then stopped kissing me to stare into my eyes.

"What do you want, Margaret?" He asked in a ragged voice.

"I-I want you." I stuttered.

My knees felt weak because of the sensation when he didn’t stop rubbing my clit. I was panting and I could feel the warmth of my breath while staring at him.

"Tell me exactly what you want? Say it, Margaret."

The other him rarely calls me by my real name. He would always call me Peggy, but I also liked the way he whisper my real name.

"Make love to me, please." I begged.

He smiled and somehow I saw his eyes change. His lust was now mixed with affection. And when he leaned forward to kiss me again, it wasn’t forceful, but gentle.

He removed his fingers from my clit and I felt my feet float from the ground. He carried me back to our bedroom and slowly put me down on the bed. I moved my hands to touch him when he stood in front of me to take off his shirt.

I heard him groan when I brushed my hand to his chest and put small kisses on his abdomen.

He tilted my head and took a deep breath. "Why can’t I remember your happy memories with him?"

I was surprised. Was he jealous? Was that the reason he seemed so mad at me? I knew that a person with dissociative identity disorder could not remember the things the other personalities has experienced. So it was really hard for them. Alora said they felt something missing in their life, maybe because there was a gap in their memories.

"Then let’s create a new one." I whispered.

"How could you love someone like me? I don’t deserve you." He said.

From the tone of his voice, I knew he felt broken like me.

"I don’t know. Maybe because you’re like that. You’re crazy and have a broken mind, but I know for sure that you are madly in love with me. Your identities may forget about me, but your heart never lies. You love me, admit it. I know you can feel it."

He nodded. "You’re too conceited. But yeah, my heart remembers you. Your scent, your voice, your kiss, your touch and everything about you felt so familiar. My mind is a mess, but my heart belongs to you."

I smiled and tears fell from my eyes. He leaned forward to kiss me, licking the tears that filled my eyes.

"Will you make love to me?" He asked.

My lips were trembling because I was so happy. "I thought you don’t want me anymore. I missed you."

He kissed me on the forehead and moved his lips to mine. His hands cupped my face while I pulled him closer to me.

He then pushed me with his body to lay on the bed while he shower me with kisses. He tried to unbutton my top, but he lost patience and just ripped it.

He pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts. I felt him fondle one while his fingers played with my nipple.

I arched my back and felt a tingling sensation between my thighs. He then moved his lips on my neck while my hand was still holding on to his head.

He kissed me on the neck and felt his tongue licking me. And then he sucked and gently bit me on my bare shoulder.

When he moved to suck one of my breasts, his hand strode down from my belly to between my thighs. I helped him remove my skirt and voluntarily opened my thighs so he could freely touch me.

"Ahh. Love!" I moaned when his thumb started rubbing my clit again.

He stopped sucking my breast and then looked at me to see my reaction.

"How does it feel? Do you like it when I do this?"

He rubbed my clit faster making me moan louder. I grabbed onto the sheets because it felt like I’m going to burst any moment.

"Yes! Yes Yes!" I shouted.

"Do want my finger inside? Tell me and I’ll fuck you with my fingers."

I nodded. "Yes! Yes! I want your finger inside me! Please."

I screamed when he put two fingers inside my pussy while his thumb was rubbing my clit.

"Oh, my! Love, that’s it! Faster!"

His fingers were moving in and out of me and I could feel them circling inside me as if he was digging deeper.

"Fuck! You’re so wet, baby and so warm inside you! Can you hear your fucking pussy?" He asked.

Ah! Those dirty words from him never failed me during lovemaking. It made me more excited and my burning sensation grew even more.

"Ahh... Ahh...Ahh... Oh, love that’s the spot!"

I was breathing irregularly and my knees felt so weak when he removed his fingers. I blushed when he licked his fingers while staring at me.

"You taste amazing. But I’m not done yet. Time to feed me, my love." He smirked.

I frowned and didn’t understand what he said. He asked me to cook for him because he was hungry. Was that what he meant by those words?

"Sit on my face. I want to eat you." He said.

My eyes widened but felt more excited. I thought he literally asking for food, but he was actually craving for me.