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"Fuck," he breathes huskily. His finger stretches my inner walls, exploring them. "What a perfect pussy you have."
He pumps his finger in and out, adding a second one when I moan particularly loudly. I clench around him.
I can't take it anymore. "Please," I plead, spreading my legs wider. "I need you now."
Marco doesn't need any further encouragement. He spreads my legs, lifting them over his shoulders. Parting my pussy lips, he licks me from my asshole to my clitoris. I moan at the sensation, arching my back. Gripping his cock, he aims it towards my entrance. The fat head stretches me out agonizingly slowly.
His lips tickle my ear. I brace for more dirty talk. Then… "I love you, Filia."
He enters me in a solid slam of his hips.
"Marco!" Did he really say...
He pushes himself further up my chest, giving himself more room to thrust. "Fuck. That's it." He's filling me up as much as humanly possible. I see colors that don't exist, taste new flavors as my vision blurs. I'm coming before I feel it rise, just a sharp, hot burst of pressure that makes me scream.
My orgasm sends him into a frenzy. He's jack-hammering his cock into my pussy, his hips slapping against my ass so hard I wouldn't be surprised if I had bruises tomorrow.
"This is what I needed," he groans, slamming into me harder.
His shaft swells, and I orgasm again. Over the ringing in my ears I hear myself cry out. "I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Marco grunts as he fills me with his cum. It's as warm as the crepes we shared in Rome. He holds me under him. I try to move, to see his face or kiss him, but he doesn't budge. "Marco?" I whisper.
Bracing himself on his elbows, his eyes search for mine in the darkness of the room. "Do you mean it?"
I blush as I grasp the question. We got caught up in the moment, or, that's what I should say. But it's not what I feel. "Call me silly... but yeah. I love you, Marco."
All the leftover tension melts from his face and shoulders. Kissing me so we settle into the pillows, he rubs his hands over my naked forearms. Our fingers latch together. "That's such a relief to hear."
Smiling with satisfaction, I snuggle into his chest. He's warm and... safe. "I'm glad I could help you feel better."
His frown is back. There are lines in his forehead and around his nose. "Filia, I know you're worried about the meeting, but I promise you I'll figure it out."
"But nobody seems to agree on anything. How will you decide who gets to be the sole shareholder?"
He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Derek thinks he's the perfect candidate. Nathan and Heratio want to keep the peace, they'll side with the majority. Trey is a mystery. And I...I'm not sure where I stand. I don't know if I'm cut out for that kind of responsibility, even if I could get the others to vote for me."
When his hand comes down to cup my cheek, he stops. He's staring at his busted knuckles. "Shit. I got blood on you."
"Marco, it's okay."
"No. No, it's not. Stay here. Let me fix this." Jumping up, he runs to the bathroom. I hear water running. He's mumbling, cursing softly.
My heart breaks for him. He really feels bad for hitting Derek. "It wasn't your fault," I call out.
Walking back into the room, he sits on the bed and gently wipes the blood from my body with a warm, wet facecloth. "Of course it is. I should have washed my hands off, I was too eager."
I shake my head. "I meant hitting Derek. It wasn't your fault. He antagonized you. Remember how he got me to slap him? He's a natural at starting fights."
“I guess we’re both pretty violent,” he says, grinning for the first time in hours.
Marco stares at what he's doing. The blood is gone but he keeps washing me. "If I'd kept a cool head, I wouldn't be worrying that my brothers will all vote for Derek now. I had it in the bag. The three of them were all with me, until he showed up and..."
I grab his wrist, halting him. "Look at me." He does. "You have time to fix this. If you want to be the one in charge, you can't give up now." I clench my jaw as memories of Drew bullying me float up. "I know what it's like to blame yourself for being provoked. I'm still mad I let Drew lie about me to my boss, and I was never able to clear my name. If only Sally had stepped in...she knew what really went down."
Why did she never show up to meet me at the airport like she'd promised?
Marco pulls me close, spooning me, my spine pressed against his chest. "You're saying I need backup."
