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“I need you so bad,” she whispers between heavy breaths.
“I know baby,” I breathe. “I need you too.”
I reach down between us, using my hand to line myself up at her entrance, rubbing my cock up and down across her clit. Her back arches and her hands squeeze her breasts together, her throat releasing a needy whimper.
I press in slowly, just an inch, watching her eyes as they widen at the feel of me, and I pull back out again.
She’s soaked, her body begging for me in every way, but I still go slow. I don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to hurt her. I want every second of this to feelincredible, for both of us.
I lick my fingers and circle her clit again before pushing back into her, deeper this time but still holding back, then pulling out again.
She props herself up on her elbows, her eyes blazing. “Stop teasing me, Marcus, and fuck me,” she demands, her voice thick with need.
Before I can even react, her legs lock around my hips, and she’s pulling me down into her with a force that knocks the air from my lungs.
I sink in, all the way this time – and the scream that rips from her throat is so sweet, so fucking raw, I swear I see stars.
Her back arches beneath me as I feel her stretch around me, groaning as I try to steady myself to last as long as I can, but I know it’s not going to make much difference. She feels too fucking good.
“You’re so tight,” I whisper, rocking my hips slowly as my cock throbs inside her.
“Faster,” she begs with a whimper, her teeth biting down on my neck.
I laugh. “I’m trying not to come too fast,” I say through a heavy breath.
“I don’t care. I need you.Please.”
That final word breaks me, and I draw my hips back, slamming into her deep and hard, her inner walls pulsing around me. She screams out in pleasure, arching her back as her nails dig into my skin, her body shaking as I drive into her again, harder.
Chapter 34
Lila
Ican feel his climax building as his breath goes heavier, more ragged, his grip on my shoulders firmer, and my insides fucking liquefy as he lets out a loud roar, not far off that of an actual lion. He thrusts into me again and again, the stretch and the burn feeling so fucking good as I squeeze my legs tight around him.
His speed ramps up a notch and the throbbing inside me feels so fucking good as he comes. He doesn’t slow down at all, instead picking up his pace even more as my whimper builds to a scream and my body coils tight, like a spring being pressed down, building, building, before Ishatterunder him, wave after delectable wave of pleasure surging through me, burning through my veins like a tornado before releasing the tension from every muscle in my body, my back slowly relaxing onto the bed again.
Marcus collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, his cock still buried deep inside me. His warmth envelops me, and I blink back a tear from the corner of my eye, my entire soul feeling completely shaken with overwhelming emotion for this incredible man.
He has the body of a God and the soul of a saint, and even though it seems completely insane, I know in my heart that I fucking love him. Iwould trust him with my life, my heart, with any and every part of my soul.
I try to catch my breath, savouring the feel of his body on top of me, his chest rising and falling against mine, our legs intertwined, his hand buried in my hair. The subtle scent of his cologne mingles with the unique essence that is purely him, strong and masculine, filling each breath I take. Every muscle in my body feels deliciously relaxed, as if I’m melting into the sheets beneath us, my mind floating in a hazy cloud of bliss.
Eventually, he rolls onto his back and I shift onto my side to face him, my hand resting on his chest. Despite the intensity of the release that just swept through me, a delicious ache is building all over again, feeling insatiable. My core tightens as my leg drapes over his, the sensitive skin between my legs pressing against the firm muscle of his thigh. The feel of it sends a cascade of shivers across my skin, my body silently communicating what my voice can’t seem to form into words – that this moment, this man, has awakened something in me that transcends anything I could have ever expected.
My fingers brush over the black gem that hangs from a silver chain around his neck, the cool stone smooth under my touch. I pause, my gaze focusing on the necklace, wondering what it means to him – but the thought is fleeting as my fingers continue their slow, teasing path from his chest down to his abs and back up again.
Pressing myself up with one arm, I shift my upper body so that my breasts are on him, leaning in to kiss him again.
He kisses me back but then his mouth breaks into a smile as the softest laugh wraps around me.
“Just give me a minute,” he says, and he gets up off the bed and walks out of the room, coming back a moment later having disposed of thecondom, his cock hanging there, gloriously wet and thick, and already half-hard again.
Between my thighs is still wet and hot and most importantly, empty, and my body is screaming to feel him fill me up again.
As he lays back on the bed, I waste no time in climbing on top of him, straddling him so that his cock is just underneath me.God, he feels so fucking good.
He laughs, his voice hoarse and deep, the sound of it so fucking hot as he runs his hands up my sides.