His fist begins to pulse, breath shortening.
“Say it.”
“I need to be inside you.”
He motions toward the table.
Inked chest against the slats, I spread my feet.
A hand slaps my butt, hard enough to sting.
“Again,” I gasp, feeling the pain merge with pleasure.
Marco kisses it better, then rims me with his tongue.
My hand curls around the edge of a chair as he slides a finger inside me.
“Mmmm.”
“Relent,” he commands.
“I'm all yours,” I surrender.
A hungry dick teases the entrance.
Enough. Enough.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Just take me already,” I beg.
I feel the tip penetrate, easing its way in.
And then at last, that glorious cock.
“Ohhh, fuck yes…”
He thrusts into me, one hand against my back.
“Ahhh... ahhh…”
I let him fill me completely.
“Fuck me,” I plead, bracing myself for more.
And more is exactly what I get.
Marco reaches up to grab a handful of my hair.
That beautiful feral man, pounding me over and over.
I arch into him for a deeper hit.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he leads me over to the rail.
His lips graze along my wrist, then my neck.
“I have a crush on your boss,” he flirts.
