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He didn’t waste any time tracing my folds through the soaked material.
“Always so fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, baby?”
I mewled as he rubbed his finger over my clit before going back to stroking the length of my pussy. I wanted his hands inside of me, clutching me, fucking me. The longer he teased me, the crazier I felt. My hips started reaching for his touch, lifting off the bed and searching for relief.
Ever so slowly, he pulled my white cotton panties down until there was nothing left between us. My soaked pussy was throbbing with need. Swollen and pink, I parted my legs and invited him to do whatever he wanted with me.
He growled low in his throat. “You are so sexy, Sutton. You drive me crazy.”
I almost laughed. “You are driving me crazy!”
He smirked. “Oh yeah? What do you want?”
I wasn’t one to beat around the bush about things. But I didn’t often yell out demands either. However, I was feeling desperate.
“Touch me, lick me, fuck me, just don’t leave me like this!”
Grabbing a condom from the side table, Mark quickly removed his boxer briefs and sheathed himself.
I raised my brow. “When did I get a stash of condoms?”
I was fairly certain we had used the last one this morning.
His chuckle was dark. “When your fiancé decided that provisions needed to be stocked up.”
I laughed, but a small part of me felt a pang at the word fiancé. I still wasn’t sure how Mark felt about me. Sure, he liked me, and I would even go so far as to say he loved fucking me.
But did he love me the way I loved him?
Shaking off these thoughts, I opened my legs wider and slipped a hand down my body and into my folds.
His eyes about bugged out of his head. “What?” He cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”
I moaned softly. My eyes at half-mast. “You were taking too long,” I teased.
He yanked my hand away and slipped my fingers into his mouth, sucking off the juices that had gathered there.
“This pussy is mine, Sutton. It’s not that I don’t love watching you touch yourself, but I want to be the one to taste that sweet honey.
Hot damn, the man could taste my honey any old time that he wanted to. The first lick of his broad tongue against my soaked pussy had my hands flying into his hair.
I bucked my hips against his face. He looked up at me and called my name. “Sutton, open your eyes.”
I blinked, trying to get the room to come back into focus. His dark head was between my thighs. I could see the danger and sinful way that he was looking at me with those silver eyes.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to watch those pupils dilate for me. I want to see the way that I drive you crazy until my mouth forces you to cum all over my face.”
“Fuck.” The exhaled curse was swallowed up in a scream as he licked me again, but this time, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
My eyes started rolling back, but every time I broke eye contact with him, Mark would stop and start all over again.
I was sweating and cranky and wanted that orgasm so fucking bad that I was willing to do anything to get it.
He clamped his hands on my ass and buried his face further in my pussy. His mouth was relentless, moving over me like a master as my eyes remained glued to his. I thrust my hips shamelessly in his face, screaming his name and pinching my own nipples to the point of pain.
When the orgasm hit me, I had black spots appearing before my eyes. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The only thing I knew was a sheer, unadulterated pleasure that crashed over me again and again. I was drowning in liquid desire and had no control over my responses.
Mark drew up to his knees and rammed his length inside of me. My back arched as another scream ripped from my throat. He pounded me again and again, his length deep and his strokes were sure. I felt another orgasm approaching and cried out.