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IMOGINE

M y lips still tingle from our kiss as Marco leads me back to his car. I was shocked by the ferocity of Marco’s desire when he pulled me against him and fused his mouth to mine. The way his hands slid down my curves, grabbing my hips and grinding against me… I squeeze my thighs together to try and find some relief from the ache he created in my core.

“Gotta get you home,” he grunts, quickening his pace. I’m not sure if he means my home or his.

My head is all over the place. I know I’m his fake girlfriend, so it makes sense that he would have to kiss me at some point. It felt so real, though. The passion, the need, the outright primal lust flowing through him and into me was intoxicating. He couldn’t fake that, right?

Then again, what the hell do I know? That was my first kiss, not that I’d ever admit that to Marco.

He helps me into the car, and then we’re off, speeding down one street and then another, notably heading to a different part of the city than my shitty neighborhood. I’m about to ask where we’re going when Marco places his large, warm hand on my bare thigh. A shudder racks my body at that simple touch, and he tightens his hold on me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, sliding his hand further up my leg.

I spread my thighs slightly, hardly aware of what I’m doing. My body moves on its own, and I squirm in my seat, my hips angling up to give him more access. A breathy whimper escapes my lips as he strokes my sensitive skin.

The car comes to an abrupt halt, and Marco snatches his hand away, leaving me a wanton puddle in the front seat. A second later, my door flies open, and Marco nearly rips my seatbelt off before pulling me out of the vehicle.

“Where are–” Before I can finish my question, the sexy, chiseled man who’s captured my heart scoops me up in his arms.

“My house. I can’t hold back any longer.”

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling into him and letting him know I feel the same. As soon as we burst through the front door of his home, Marco sets me down and backs me against the wall.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, ghosting his nose across my jaw and down my neck. “Everything about you. Your curves, your strength, your sassy little mouth.” Marco takes my lips in another devastating kiss, dragging me further and further down into the depths of lust and longing. My body is buzzing, my nerve endings sizzling with each swipe of his tongue. “Be very sure you want this, beautiful. I can’t let you go. I won’t. Tell me now if you want me to stop.”

He leans back slightly, giving me space to gather my thoughts. I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall behind me. Yes, yes, yes , this is what I want. My body is screaming at me to climb him like a tree and give in to the overwhelming pleasure he’s offering.

After a few seconds of tense silence, I open my eyes and stare directly into his dark gaze. “Is this part of the deal?” I whisper, holding my heart in my hand.

“Fuck the deal,” he says right before claiming my lips as his own. All worries about the future, our agreement, and all the other obstacles in our way fall right out of my head. All I can focus on is being moved away from the wall and then lifted by Marco’s hands on my thighs.

He sets me down on a nearby desk, and I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them. His rough hands slide the sequined material of my dress higher and higher up my thighs until he’s rubbing his hard cock over my panty-covered pussy.

“I feel your heat, angel. Are you wet for me? Do you need this?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin lacy scrap of underwear.

“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.

Marco kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.

“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.

Marco grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my panties. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.

“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.

“So why don’t you touch me for real?”

His eyes flash with a dangerous look, and his jaw tenses right before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away from me, it’s so he can kneel and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the lacy piece of lingerie.

Marco growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.

“This okay, Imogine?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes to make sure I mean what I say.

Watching this huge, muscled, effortlessly powerful man kneel before me and ask my permission gives me the courage to continue. If this is all a fantasy that will be over when the debt is paid, I want to enjoy every second.

“I want to feel you,” I tell him with a nod. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like…” My face burns up at my words, knowing I’ve just revealed my inexperience.

“You’ve never had anyone taste this juicy cunt?”

His words are so filthy and so… hot . I shake my head no.

“Have you ever had anyone inside you, Imogine?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to answer his question and admit how innocent I really am.

“Tell me, beautiful. Tell me I’m the only one. Fucking tell me, Imogine,” he demands.

“Only you,” I whisper, finally opening my eyes.

“Jesus, you’re perfect.”

With that, Marco yanks my legs wide open so I’m spread out before him on the desk. He shoves my dress up and over my hips, his eyes latching onto my bare, throbbing core. He flattens his tongue and takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my pussy, stopping to flick my clit and suck on the swollen ball of nerves.

I moan and fall back on the desk, allowing Marco to guide one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other. I tilt my head up and watch Marco as he stares at my pussy. Something about that is inexplicably hot. I clench, and more of my juices leak out of me.

“So fucking wet…” Marco growls before shoving his face in between my thighs and making me crazy with need.

He eats me out in desperate, forceful strokes. His tongue plunges inside my tight little hole, in and out, and then back up to circle my clit.

I cry out and claw the desk, seeking something to keep me grounded during this hurricane of pleasure.

Marco pulls back for a second, making me whine in frustration. He grabs my hands and puts them on his head. I instantly fist his hair, which causes him to grunt in approval.

“You need to hang on to something, you hang on to me .”

I nod and shove his head in between my legs again, making him chuckle into my soaking-wet folds. I feel the vibrations every-fucking-where, putting me right on the edge.

Marco sucks on my clit and thrusts a finger inside me without warning. I moan at the unexpected invasion and then wiggle my hips to get him to go deeper.

He leans back slightly so he can watch himself fuck me with his finger. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the otherwise silent room and make me tremble in anticipation. I can’t contain the whimper that spills when he adds a second finger. I’m close, so, so close…

Marco’s eyes snap to mine. He looks at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds with his intense desire. I can’t wait to let him. I slam my eyes shut as a delicious wave of ecstasy sweeps through my body and rattles my bones.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Goddamn, this juicy cunt,” he grunts before leaning down and sucking on my clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

I hold my breath as my muscles draw up tight. For a moment I’m suspended in space, hovering, flying. The hard, merciless rhythm of his tongue is almost painful on my clit, overwhelming in the most glorious way. He twists his fingers and curls them up, breaking the tension over my body as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me.

I bow my back off of the desk and cry out, my legs slamming shut against his head, trapping him there. Marco slides his hands under my ass and squeezes the soft flesh. Hard. I buck against his mouth as my orgasm drips out of me. The thought of marking him with my release is so filthy yet such a turn-on. I grind against him, nearly losing my mind when he growls and bites down on my clit.

The sting of his teeth followed by the smooth heat of his tongue has me coming again. The orgasm quickly rips through my body, leaving me breathless and unable to move once I come down.

Marco lowers my legs and scoops me up, carrying me out of the room and further into his house. He sets me down in front of his immaculate king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets. A soft, barely restrained growl catches my attention. I look at him, trembling with desire when I see the flash in his dark eyes.

He looks down at me with unbridled lust, which is only magnified when I see his mouth still glistening with my release. I don’t stop to think about it; I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and moaning softly as he opens up for me.

One minute, we’re licking and kissing and devouring each other, and the next minute, I’m spun around so my back is pressed against Marco’s front. He licks a stripe up my neck, nibbling beneath my ear as he slowly unzips my dress. His fingers tickle the bare skin of my shoulders as he slides the straps down my arms, letting the fabric fall and pool at my feet.

Marco turns me around to face him, his eyes locking on my bare breasts. As if transfixed, he cups one breast and then the other before ghosting his hands down my sides and gripping my hips. He gives me a slight push and I fall backward onto the bed. Marco climbs on top of me and takes my lips in another wild kiss. I spread my legs for him, my bare pussy grinding against his cock, still trapped in his suit pants.

“Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you, Imogine?” Marco whispers as he drags his nose and lips down my throat and chest, placing a kiss between my breasts.

“Only for you,” I tell him truthfully. Marco looks up from in between my breasts, his eyes soft this time. I can tell he likes that he’s my first everything. I like it, too. “I want to see you.” I pout, hoping to finally glimpse all those tasty muscles I know he’s hiding under his clothes.

Marco looks conflicted, like he wants to be naked but also doesn't want to leave me for a single second.

"Let me help," I offer, giving him what I hope is a sexy smile.

“That’s the best damn idea I’ve heard in a long time.” He smirks and leans back when I push on his chest.

Together, we stand and strip him out of everything until we’re face to face. His cock is gigantic, veined, throbbing, and jutting out at me. He’s hungry. For me. That thought has my thighs wet with a reciprocal hunger.

Marco taps my chin with his finger, and I realize my mouth is hanging open at the sight of him. I snap my mouth closed and blush profusely. I’m sure I look like an idiot.

Marco chuckles and places sweet kisses on my lips, cheeks, and jaw before his mouth ghosts over my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmurs while his hands trail over my curves.

I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but the way Marco looks at me leaves no room for doubt. He takes his time drinking all of me in, so I do the same.

Marco is gorgeous. Broad shoulders, strong arms roped with muscles, defined pecs, and abs that flex as my eyes roam over his olive skin. Intricate tattoos cover his chest and arms, and I want to know the story behind each one. I allow myself a few more seconds of open gawking before trailing my gaze back up to meet his.

He smiles so tenderly at me, unlike anything I’ve seen from him until now. The look in his deep brown eyes removes any remaining doubt. This is a different side to my Marco. One only I get to experience. It makes me feel completely seen, safe, and sexy. It’s a heady combination that makes me bolder than I’ve ever been.

I place the palm of my hand on his chest, loving the way he shudders at my touch. He sighs and leans into me, then takes my other hand and places it on his chest, right over his heart. His hands cover mine while we stand and stare at each other. This is it. This is everything.

Marco leads me back to the bed and lays me down so gently before kissing his way up my body. I bite my lip and spread my legs wider for him, wanting more of his skin on my skin, wanting to be connected to him in every single way. He settles his hips in between my legs, his hot, heavy cock laying across my slit.

He thrusts his hips, gliding his massive dick along my folds and gathering up my honey. My nerves sizzle and pop each time the head of his cock taps my swollen clit. I swear I could come just from this, but Marco has other ideas.

The tip of his cock nudges into my entrance, only going in a fraction of an inch. Even so, my opening stretches to accommodate his size, a burning sensation tearing through my core and making my muscles tight.

“Relax, baby,” Marco whispers against my lips before kissing me slowly. “I’m a big man, but I promise I’ll go slow. I haven’t been with anyone in almost a decade, never even thought about it, but you, sweet Imogine…” He takes a deep, controlled breath. “You’ve destroyed me in the best way possible. I want to share everything with you, including this. Will you let me?”

The tears in my eyes aren't from pain but an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This muscled, powerful, meticulous man wants me in every single way. "Please," I whisper. "I want you to take me, Marco. All of me."

He presses his forehead to mine and eases in another inch. “Let me in, Imogine. Open up for me and let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

I relax at his words, my tight channel pulsing and sucking his huge length inside me. Marco rubs his nose against mine as he thrusts forward, swallowing my cry by kissing the air out of my lungs. He breathes life into me as he sinks his thick dick into my body.

“Ohmygod, Marco, ohmygod …” I moan, crossing my ankles behind his back in an attempt to keep him there, so deep inside me.

"Fuck," he grits out, burying his face in my neck and biting me there as he slowly withdraws. He slides back inside me, going even further this time, filling me up to the absolute limit before backing out again.

He grunts and snaps his hips, slamming home in one hard thrust. I choke on the scream in my throat and bow my back off the mattress, clawing at his skin as he hammers in and out of me. Each time he hits the end of me, my body jerks as if being electrocuted.

“Don’t… stop…” I breathe as I cling to his trembling body.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls, bending to suck on one of my nipples.

I’m shocked when the tingling sensation is mirrored in my clit, as if a string connects the two. Marco chuckles and bites my nipple, making me buck my hips and take him impossibly deeper. We both groan, getting lost in the way our bodies fit together.

“Do you like that, Imogine? Like when I bite your nipples and fuck this tight little pussy?”

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, yes ,” I moan, barely recognizing my own voice.

“Good girl,” he grunts before sucking more of my breast into his mouth.

A delicious wave of pleasure courses through me when I hear those words. Good girl . I want to be good for him. I want him to love me the way I already love him. I want to please him and make him happy. My pussy tightens around his dick at the thought of him saying it again.

Marco’s thrusts become harder, faster, as he licks and nips his way up to my mouth. His lips are inches from mine. All I can think about is tasting him while he fucks me. He pounds into me, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth and grinning when I whimper into his mouth.

“You want to be my good girl, Imogine,” he whispers huskily.

I nod frantically, my pussy throbbing wildly as more of my cream drips out of me and soaks the sheets.

“I feel you, baby. I fucking feel how much you want to come. So do it, Imogine. Be a good girl and come all over me."

He kisses me as he slams into me in long, rough strokes. I’m stuffed so full of his cock that I can’t take a full breath. I unhook my ankles from behind him and place my feet flat on the bed so I can meet him thrust for thrust.

“Christ, you feel incredible. Come for me right the fuck now, Imogine.”

I scream as my orgasm burns through me, all my muscles spasming at once in the most intense moment I’ve ever experienced. My blood feels like electric shocks coursing through my veins, the pain spiking my pleasure into heights unknown.

“So goddamn beautiful, coming for me like a goddess,” he grunts, fucking me through my orgasm and then leaving me completely.

I almost cry at the loss of him, but Marco grabs my hips and flips me over, tugging me back so I’m on all fours. I gasp as he enters me in one hard thrust, his thighs smacking against my ass as he bottoms out, hitting me so incredibly deep.

"Marco!" I moan, arching my back and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me. He taps some super-sensitive spot, making my pussy convulse, and my limbs shake.

“There it is,” he grunts in satisfaction, gripping my hips and digging his fingers into my soft flesh. He bounces me off his cock, hitting that spot over and over, fucking me mercilessly until I’m coming again with his name on my lips. Marco holds still, his cock buried inside me as my orgasm washes over me in violent waves. “Such a good girl. Give me one more, Imogine. I need you to come again for me.”

I whimper and squeeze my walls around his hard cock, unable to give him any words at the moment. My body is deliciously sore and used, my pussy is swollen and sensitive, and I don’t think I can take anything else, but I want to give Marco everything he wants.

One of his hands traces up my back and tangles in my hair. He tugs my head to the side and leans down to kiss me as he slowly begins moving in and out of my tight channel. His abs tense and flex against my ass as he works his fat cock in and out of me.

I press back against him as he surges forward, earning me a sexy growl from Marco. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me back. Show me how much you want it.”

I fist the sheets and rock back into him, swallowing his hard shaft in my pussy again and again. He grabs my breasts, kneading them and holding on to me while rutting into me savagely. Marco pinches my nipples and slams into me, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge, his monster cock stretching me wider still.

“I’m…I’m…” I pant and gasp for air, barely hanging on to my sanity as he ravages my body and rips me open in powerful strokes.

“Let go, Imogine. Let go for me,” he rumbles. “I’m right there with you, but I need you to come first. So come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” he roars, shooting his hot cum deep inside of me.

My world erupts in pure bliss, my vision tunneling until I can't see or hear, I can only feel. Pure light and energy are wrung from my very core as I twist in on myself and then go completely limp.

When I come to, I’m wrapped in Marco’s arms, and he’s placing sweet kisses all over my face. I giggle and scrunch my nose, trying to get away from him. He just holds me tighter and rubs his nose against mine.

“You okay, angel?” he whispers.

“I’m so good, Marco. That was…” I blow out a breath, unable to find the right word to describe it.

“For me too, Imogine. It was…” He pauses and then blows out a breath, too.

“Exactly,” I agree and laugh softly.

We lie there, a mess of tangled limbs and drying sweat, breathing the same air and snuggling in the afterglow.