Page 78 of Always Mine
He swirls pre-cum around his engorged head before taking the same two fingers and swirling his arousal on my clit, then swiping them through my soaking wet folds.
I moan his name, arching my body and trying to inch closer to his cock.
“Uh, uh, uh. You can’t have this cock until I know you understand what I’m asking.”
He tugs each of my nipples to punctuate his point. I buck my hips, giving him the perfect opening to grab them and pull me closer, lifting them in the air and wrapping my legs around his waist.
I’m mesmerized by the sweat trickling down his bare chest and torso, making the art there glow and the gold chain now stuck to his chest shine like a beacon. I want nothing more than to grab it and rope him into me, to kiss him senseless. But with my hands bound above my head, legs wound around his waist, and his hands a vice grip on my ass, I am powerless.
All I can do is take everything he’s willing to give me.
He positions himself just millimeters from my entrance, rocking and rolling into me ever so slightly so I can feel the cum leaking from his tip onto my clit. I whimper, alternating between moaning his name and begging him to fuck me.
“Do you understand?” Rock. “Do you promise me?” Roll. “Use your words, baby.”
“I promise!” I moan.
“That’s my good girl,” he says on a thrust, moving his hands and filling them with my ass while he fills my pussy to the hilt with his cock. Pounding harder and faster. He looks majestic like this. In control but also fighting to stay in control. Like the dance between the bull and the bullfighter. Beast versus man. I don’t want to miss a thing, so I fight the need to close my eyes in ecstasyand simply watch as he takes what he needs from me. Noting the way his normally sea green eyes morph into a stormy dark green. The grit of his teeth and jump of his jaw.
“You like being tied up like a good little whore ready to be filled up with my cum,” he taunts as he thrusts. Deep. Deep. Deeper. The veins in his strong, powerful forearms pump and jump as he grips me hard and drives his rock-hard, thick cock into me with all he’s got. “I own this pussy. No one will ever touch or fuck what’s mine again.”
The gym echoes with a symphony of moans, whimpers, and the sounds of our bodies slapping as Marco fucks into me so hard he hits that spot that sends pleasure tingling through my belly, around my back, and right down to my toes. “Yes!” I cry out at the same time Marco lets out a guttural “Fuck,” climaxing right along with me. A million tiny sparks spread through my body and white light bursts behind my eyes.
I revel in my power to make the beast within this man unravel. I don’t know what happened to turn him into the ticking time bomb I discovered when I walked in here, but witnessing him detonate is truly the most explosive way to start the new chapter that awaits on the other side of this moment. Marco’s eyes drink in every inch of my flushed face as he releases my hands and gathers me to his chest. I’m wrapped around him like a koala bear. I feel weightless, blissed out from the orgasm and dizzy from ferocity of his lust. Words feel pointless, so I just melt into him, nuzzling into his neck. “I’ll keep you safe. I promise,” he whispers voice raw with emotion.
As magical as this moment is, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, I can’t stop the nagging sixth sense warning that the days to come will be as tumultuous as the emotion behind the whispered promises in my ear.
Chapter fifty-one
The Art Of Lying
Marco
IcarrySophiabackto our bedroom, and we shower and dress, moving around each other in a comfortable silence that feels like decades in the making. Today will be her first interaction with her dad since she moved in with me, and I can sense her nervousness.
He’s made it clear he doesn’t approve of the recent upgrade of our relationship.
I step in behind her as she finishes getting ready in front of my full-length mirror. Sophia looks every bit the powerful lawyer. Her tailored gray suit fits like a glove, while the touches of red with her pointed Prada heels and deep cherry lipstick give off an air of “don’t fuck with me.” My girl is no wallflower. She adds her diamond drop earrings, the ones I gifted her, and a satisfied smile tugs at my lips. I loop my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.
“Are you ready to blindside those fuckers with your brilliance this week, Miss Princi?”
She leans back into me and sighs. “I feel like there’s not enough camouflage to weather the onslaught of my dad’s disapproval. I just hate the way we left things on the weekend.”
She turns in my arms. “Marco, tell me what I’m missing. Why you two were arguing?”
This is it...I should tell her. But we’re going to need more than the ten minutes to unpack what I need to confess to her.
“Baby, can we table this discussion? I need to get to Chiara. She’s got me running her around the city all fucking week in preparation for the Natalia Hirsch exhibition, and Avery is going to be here in…” I look at my watch. “Five minutes to drive you to work.”
“Marco. I feel like you’re hiding something from me.”
I lean in to kiss her lips, mumbling against them. “I promise we’ll talk about this later. Time check. Avery will be here in four minutes. Coffee machine is ready for you.”
She pins me with a warning look that I’m sure is going to be her secret weapon in court.
“This conversation is far from over. We’re going to talk about this tonight, okay?” I give her a mock salute, and she exhales exasperatedly.
“Also, I would’ve just ordered an Uber or asked Raf’s driver to swing by and get me. I’m a thousand percent certain Avery has far better things to do than drive around your...”