Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
“Yeah…harder…”
“Like this?” He takes my face hostage, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth, then licks my lips as he pounds and pounds and pounds that spot.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as the most animalistic, unhinged, slutty noises leave me.
“Yes…yes…right there… Ungh!”
Marcus fucks me hard and relentlessly, touching me in places I never knew were possible.
If I thought the other time was intense, this is rearranging my insides.
“You’re t-too deep.”
“You like it deep, baby. Look at you making a perfect mess for me.”
“Holyfuckingshit…I’m…coming…”
My body jerks, my mouth open as he devours me, licking my tongue, wrapping his lips around it, kissing me open-mouthed and raw as I fall apart beneath him.
Literally and figuratively.
“Marcus…fuck!” I scream as my dick sprays cum everywhere, our slick bodies moving in sync.
“Remember, baby.” I taste his words on my tongue. “From now on, you’ll only get off because of me.”
“Yes…yes…”
“Are you going to take my cum in this tight, little hole?”
“Mmm,” is the only sound I can release as he thrusts deeper.
“You’re mine to mark and breed, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“My favorite hole to use.” He groans. “No one takes me the way you do.”
My heart hammers, and it shouldn’t, because he’s probably lying. He’s definitely said that to a million others.
And yet…as I stare at his lust-filled face, at the brightening flecks of blue in his metal eyes, at the way he looks at me as if I’m the only one who exists right now, I choose to believe the lie.
Even if it’s just for now.
I reach a hand back and grab a fistful of his hair. “Fill me with your cum. Ruin me.”
“Jesus,” he groans deep, then he’s jerking brutally, a sharp movement rippling through his hips. “Oh, fuck…take my cock…take my cum.”
I do, kissing him softly through it as warmth spills inside me.
“Fuuuck.” He bites down on my tongue, groaning as I moan, my spent cock twitching.
God damn it. I just came, and I’m already ready for round two?
I blink as he pulls his mouth from mine, a frown deepening his brow. “Something about you…” He bites my lower lip. “I can’t seem to get enough of.”
A grunt rips out of me when he pulls out and scoots away, but before I can feel the emptiness, he slides to the floor behind me.
“Oh fuck,” I moan when he grabs two fistfuls of my bruised skin.
“Stay with me, baby. We’re not done.” I feel his gruff words against the cum that’s slipping out of my hole. “I’m going to eat your ass, then I’ll fuck you again.”
29
PRESTON
“Stay tonight.”
That’s what this little shit said.
It wasn’t an order, or a threat, but was almost like a plea.
And I stayed. Like a goddamn idiot.
This was such a horrible idea that I’ll be murdering my brain seppuku style.
I just need to google how.
And while I’m at it, I should ask the search engines how the fuck to stop spiraling, because I am. Slightly. Okay, a lot.
I didn’t take my meds today, and that might’ve sort of had something to do with my overreaction in the parking lot. Marcus kind of tired my body out with the whipping and spanking and back-to-back fucking, so my brain had no capacity to start that familiar rhythm.
Scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch.
It starts again, slow at first, but then it gains momentum.
Because Marcus is asleep and I’m not.
Will not.
I pretended to fall asleep earlier after we took a shower and he sucked my cock so good, I was basically blabbering as I came down his throat.
I’m starting to feel shitty because he drops to his knees all the time, taking my cock in his mouth like it’s nothing, but I’ll never, ever do that.
If I weren’t such a selfish bastard, I would’ve at least refused the favor, but hey, my dick likes Marcus’s mouth a bit too much to say no.
And really, can I ever refuse anything he gives me?
I stare at his sleepy face. He’s lying on his back, having fallen asleep hugging me from behind, but I disentangled myself because the feel of his skin makes me hard.
Yes, after coming at least five times tonight. Sue me.
Honestly, with Marcus, I’m not even fucking around but still finding out.
Now, I’m lying on my side, my head propped on my palm. The only real position I can take in this small bed that barely fits us squished together.
I can’t help watching his gloriously naked body. He put on boxers, and the sheet covers his middle, but I can still see the intricate links of the chain sliding down his neck, side, and torso.
Then there’s the daisy and the dagger, the ink glinting under the soft light of the side table—the one he kept on because I asked.
He did so without questioning me about it or making a joke. He just nodded and wrapped his hands around me from behind, then brushed his lips along the sensitive skin below my ear, whispering, “I’m glad you stayed, baby.”