“No.” He tugs on the belt, making me look at him. “Eyes on me when I own you, baby.”
It’s intense. The way he watches me, the way he touches me, the way he fucks me.
It’s all too…intense.
And I fall right into it as he thrusts deep, his groin slapping against my ass.
“Oh, fuck… Oh yes…”
“Stay with me, yeah?”Thrust. Hold.“Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about fucking you like this?”
“You fantasized about me?”
“All the goddamn time.” He thrusts again, picking up the pace, ramming against that spot that makes my cock leak.
The bed bangs against the wall from the force of his thrusts, and I’m falling into the edge that is Marcus Osborn.
“More…” The word falls from me in a moan.
“More?”
“Yeah…show me how much you fantasized about me.”
“Jesus Christ.” He slams me into the bed with a brutal shove of his cock. “You take what I give you so well, you know that?”
“I d-do?”
He licks the spot behind my ear, then grabs my mouth. When I open, he spits inside and he grunts, and I’m in awe, because I just let him spit in my mouth.
I…don’t hate it.
If anything, my ears heat.
“You do…”Thrust.“You’re the only one who keeps me on edge. I don’t need anyone else.”
“You better not or I’ll slice your throat open and suck your blood dry—” My words end in a moan when he pounds me deeper, hitting that spot over and over again.
He chuckles darkly. “I told you. The way you become so adorably homicidal turns me on.”
“Oh, fuck… I’m going…”
“You want to come?”
“Yeah…harder…”
“Like this?” He takes my face hostage, thrusting histongue deep inside my mouth, then licks my lips as he pounds and pounds andpoundsthat 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.”
