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Yes, oh yes, please. The possessive note in his deep voice adds to the unbearable tension coiling in me, and I hover on the edge for a delicious second before the pressure from his thumb increases and I go over it with a choked scream.
The release is like a bomb going off inside my body, imploding everything in its way. The pleasure pulses violently through my nerve endings, ripples of sensation pounding at every cell. And all the while he watches me, his gaze locked on mine with dark triumph—and his own fiercely growing need.
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Emma
The aftershocks are still hammering my core when Marcus reaches up and unhooks my bra, then lowers his head to close his lips around my right nipple as soon as my breasts are bared. The lash of sensation is almost cruel, his hot, wet mouth sucking so strongly that I cry out, gripping his hair in agony-edged pleasure as my eyes squeeze closed once again. But he’s relentless, and to my shock, a renewed throbbing starts low in my core, the tension growing again. I’ve never come twice during sex before, only on my own with my vibrator, but I realize that it’s possible with Marcus.
In fact, it’s inescapable.
He turns his attention to my other breast, sucking on my nipple with strong pulls as his hand travels lower, to my soaked underwear. He tugs the panties down my legs; then his fingers return to my folds. Only this time, he doesn’t tease. Laving my nipple with his tongue, he penetrates me with one long, thick finger, pushing deep as his thumb presses on my clit.
I combust. There’s no other word for it.
Somehow, my first orgasm had only primed me for this, and my entire body spasms with white-hot pleasure as I cry out, bucking underneath him. The wet heat of his mouth on my breast, the feel of his big finger so deep inside me, the heavy weight of him pressing down on my legs—it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
I need more.
I need him in me.
“Yes, you do,” he growls, and my eyes fly open to meet his burning gaze.
I must’ve said the words aloud. Normally, the knowledge would make me flush all over, but I’m too far gone to care—and judging by the tight cast of Marcus’s hard features, mocking me is the last thing on his mind.
He’s still wearing his pants and belt, and our hands collide as we reach for the buckle at the same time. It would be funny, except I’m so aroused the delay is the worst kind of torture. I feel as if the two orgasms had only whetted my appetite, as if now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t stop until I devour the main dish.
And what a dish it is. My breath stutters to a halt as he unzips his pants, finally freeing his erection, and pulls a condom out of his pocket. I’d felt that hard bulge pressed against me the other week, and it had definitely seemed impressive, but I still didn’t expect this.
“Were you ever in porn?”
The words pop out of my mouth before I can think better of it, and this time, I do flush—because I did not mean to sound like the semi-virgin that I am. He’s undoubtedly used to women with sexual experience as extensive as his own, not twenty-six-year-old cat ladies who’ve slept with two boyfriends in their entire lives.
His dark eyebrows pull into a frown, but to my relief, he doesn’t seem inclined to laugh at me. Instead, he mutters, “No,” and finishes putting on the condom. He then moves over me, covering me with his large body. Framing my face with one palm, he claims my lips in another deep, consuming kiss, and at the same time, his knee wedges between my thighs, pushing them apart. The broad head of his cock brushes against my inner thigh, and I feel the blunt, heavy pressure of him at my entrance.
Holy shit, that feels big, even in my hyper-aroused state.
Way too big.
I tear my lips away from his. “Um, Marcus…”
He halts immediately, the tip of his cock less than a quarter inch inside me. Pushing up on one elbow, he asks roughly, “Am I hurting you?”
I swallow, meeting his gaze. “A little.”
His jaw flexes. “Do you want me to stop?”
“What? Oh, no. Just… go slow, okay?”
Intense relief flashes in his blue eyes. “You got it,” he promises, and then he bends his head and kisses me again. At the same time, his hips start moving back and forth, working himself into me one millimeter at a time. The stretch still burns, but I’m so aroused that I don’t mind the slight bite of pain—and the feel of his tongue tangling with mine adds to the slickness easing his way.
