then I’m going to fuck you until you make more of those delicious sounds.”
Holy shit! Fine by me!
“That mouth. If your sister…”
“Baby, I’m not thinking about my sister right now. And you shouldn’t be either.”
He didn’t give me time to refute, just went about his business, removing my top. The surprise that registered on his face was priceless. “Fuck. No bra? If I knew that I would have copped a feel earlier. A lot earlier.”
Surprised by how comfortable I felt with his eyes fixated on me, I teased, “Nothing stopping you now.”
He licked his lips, as if to prepare himself for a feast, and lowered his mouth to me. When his lips encased my breast and his tongue flicked my hardened nipple I felt the moisture that was pooling between my legs start to trickle. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Patience, baby. I’m just getting started. I can’t have you coming yet. Not when I haven’t tasted you.”
Did he take a class in hot sex talk—Dirty Talk 101 or something? “Please, Marcus. I need…”
With his lips still close to my breasts and his hands pinning me down by my shoulders, he looked up at me with coal-black pupils. “What? Tell me what you need, baby.”
I needed so many things, but in this moment I just needed the kind of release only he could fuel. Thinking of what he’d want to hear me say, I dug deep and inhaled. On the exhale I whispered, “I need you to fuck me.”
A flash of pleasant shock flickered across his flawless face, but he couldn’t hide the cocky way he sucked his lower lip between gritted teeth and then hissed, “Don’t be shy about it, baby.”
Trying to ignore the prickles of warmth that gushed across my skin was damn near impossible. This wasn’t me. I’d never told a guy to… fuck me. But Marcus brought things out of me that were unexplainable. I was reluctant to give in this way—I’d fought it since the first moment I realized I was drawn to him—but God help me I really did want him to fuck me.
“It’s been a long time, Marcus.”
He stared down at me, his hand caressing my cheek. How he could be so tender while being so… hot, I didn’t understand. “I can give you what you need. And you… you’re everything I never knew I wanted.”
Oh, Jesus. This man was killing me.
His hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning them to my side. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered as his body slid down over mine.
I giggled as his teeth nibbled my hip bone, and then sucked in a sharp breath when his tongue jutted out and traced a line from my navel to the opening of my sex. I braced myself for what came next and then he kissed my bare skin, opening his mouth to allow his tongue access. My legs fell open, inviting him to take control. As his tongue flicked my clit and then darted in and out of me, my hips instinctively rose to meet its greedy demands. “So good, Tessa. So fucking good.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God, Marcus.” He was right. It was good. It was better than good—heavenly was the only way to describe it. My fingers dug into the cushions and I gave in to the delicious pull that was coiling inside my core. When the build-up was too fierce to fight, I let myself go— gripping the back of his head, his mouth slurping, sucking me dry. I let out one final moan of mindless satisfaction and whimpered his name.
Tremors quaked through my body, my breath jagged and strained—and to think he wasn’t done with me yet.
“You’re in-fucking-credible. You know that?”
“Me? Are you serious? That was…”
With a finger to my lip, he whispered, “Shhhh, baby. I want more.” He inched back up, over my trembling body and when he kissed me again I tasted my arousal, never imagining that would turn me on. But it did.
“I want more too. Please, Marcus, more .” I knew I didn’t have to beg, but at this point, even completely satiated, I felt I would die if I didn’t feel him inside me.
Still straddling me, Marcus reached into his back pocket
Holy shit! Fine by me!
“That mouth. If your sister…”
“Baby, I’m not thinking about my sister right now. And you shouldn’t be either.”
He didn’t give me time to refute, just went about his business, removing my top. The surprise that registered on his face was priceless. “Fuck. No bra? If I knew that I would have copped a feel earlier. A lot earlier.”
Surprised by how comfortable I felt with his eyes fixated on me, I teased, “Nothing stopping you now.”
He licked his lips, as if to prepare himself for a feast, and lowered his mouth to me. When his lips encased my breast and his tongue flicked my hardened nipple I felt the moisture that was pooling between my legs start to trickle. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Patience, baby. I’m just getting started. I can’t have you coming yet. Not when I haven’t tasted you.”
Did he take a class in hot sex talk—Dirty Talk 101 or something? “Please, Marcus. I need…”
With his lips still close to my breasts and his hands pinning me down by my shoulders, he looked up at me with coal-black pupils. “What? Tell me what you need, baby.”
I needed so many things, but in this moment I just needed the kind of release only he could fuel. Thinking of what he’d want to hear me say, I dug deep and inhaled. On the exhale I whispered, “I need you to fuck me.”
A flash of pleasant shock flickered across his flawless face, but he couldn’t hide the cocky way he sucked his lower lip between gritted teeth and then hissed, “Don’t be shy about it, baby.”
Trying to ignore the prickles of warmth that gushed across my skin was damn near impossible. This wasn’t me. I’d never told a guy to… fuck me. But Marcus brought things out of me that were unexplainable. I was reluctant to give in this way—I’d fought it since the first moment I realized I was drawn to him—but God help me I really did want him to fuck me.
“It’s been a long time, Marcus.”
He stared down at me, his hand caressing my cheek. How he could be so tender while being so… hot, I didn’t understand. “I can give you what you need. And you… you’re everything I never knew I wanted.”
Oh, Jesus. This man was killing me.
His hands wrapped around my wrists, pinning them to my side. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered as his body slid down over mine.
I giggled as his teeth nibbled my hip bone, and then sucked in a sharp breath when his tongue jutted out and traced a line from my navel to the opening of my sex. I braced myself for what came next and then he kissed my bare skin, opening his mouth to allow his tongue access. My legs fell open, inviting him to take control. As his tongue flicked my clit and then darted in and out of me, my hips instinctively rose to meet its greedy demands. “So good, Tessa. So fucking good.”
“Oh. My. Fucking. God, Marcus.” He was right. It was good. It was better than good—heavenly was the only way to describe it. My fingers dug into the cushions and I gave in to the delicious pull that was coiling inside my core. When the build-up was too fierce to fight, I let myself go— gripping the back of his head, his mouth slurping, sucking me dry. I let out one final moan of mindless satisfaction and whimpered his name.
Tremors quaked through my body, my breath jagged and strained—and to think he wasn’t done with me yet.
“You’re in-fucking-credible. You know that?”
“Me? Are you serious? That was…”
With a finger to my lip, he whispered, “Shhhh, baby. I want more.” He inched back up, over my trembling body and when he kissed me again I tasted my arousal, never imagining that would turn me on. But it did.
“I want more too. Please, Marcus, more .” I knew I didn’t have to beg, but at this point, even completely satiated, I felt I would die if I didn’t feel him inside me.
Still straddling me, Marcus reached into his back pocket
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