I let out half a chuckle when his tongue plunges into my hole, and I just can’t anymore.
“Marcus, please,” I wail out somewhere between half-pleading and half-moaning—a sound rendered from needing more and never wanting to stop.
“Please, what?” he rumbles while nipping the skin around my hole lightly.
“I need your cock, Marcus, now,” I’m practically begging at this point.
There’s a heady difference between knowing you need to get laid in general and having the entirety of your existence hanging in the balance of utter destruction if thatoneperson doesn’t bury themselves inside of you.
That’s where I’m at. I don’t just need to get laid; I needMarcus, solely him, and his cock inside of me now, or I might just die.
Marcus sits up and grabs the lube. Even though I’m ten shades too fucking gone already, my eyes still can’t help but linger on how the veins of his arms bulge while he lubes up his cock. A necessary perfunctory act is somehow the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
His eyes meet mine, and his lips curve up into a smirk before he hovers back over me. He grabs my hips and pulls me into position.
“I’m not trying to keep you quiet, Qiang. I’m trying to fuck you so good that every person before me is obliterated out of your head. I want nothing there but me for the rest of eternity.”
“Like you haven’t already done that.”
The honesty from me is a lot right now, but the way he said that right on top of the tailspins he’s been sending me in, coupled with the mind-blowing pleasure, I can’t help it at this point. And really, I just don’t think I need to anymore.
I’m so used to keeping everything so tight to my belt, but with Marcus, he matches me so much in the emotional depth of this, maybe even more than me, really, that there’s just no fear of repercussion to my honesty. Only the pure happiness that radiates from his gorgeous face every time I say something that reminds him I’m as deeply in this as he is.
Marcus’s eyes meet mine with so much damn hope that it only solidifies the need to be more openly honest about my feelings for him.
“Yeah?” he asks, but once again, he renders me speechless when his cock slowly but steadily fills my hole.
“Oh,fuck, yeah.” I moan out.
He must be too far gone because his brow is furrowed with concentration, and his jaw is dropped in ecstasy as he slowly inches inside of me while watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
I watch his expressions right back, seeing the way each inch inside of me unravels more of him above me. The sheer vulnerability that hits his eyes as he slowly fucks his way into me.
Between stretching with the plug and his slow, steady progress, theburn is minimal, and the ecstasy is high. Marcus’s dick is above average, but not the largest I’ve ever taken. I don’t know if it’s the angle or if it’s just because it’shim, but it’s the fullest I’ve ever felt.
Once he bottoms out, he just stays still and takes a few heavy breaths, his eyes planted reverently on where our bodies are connected. After a couple of beats, his eyes meet mine, a mixture of lust and vulnerability in them, with that possessiveness that shows up sometimes laced in there too.
“It’s a really good fucking thing because this hole isminenow. No one gets to feel this again but me.”
I almost want to crow when his possessiveness wins out. I shouldn’t love it as much as I do, but I really can’t help it. When he says things like that, it reminds me that I’m not just a passing fancy for him to play with. I’m someone he wants to keep, to claim as his own. Andfuck, if I don’t want to be his permanently and completely.
“Then carve your name in it,” I growl out.
“With fucking pleasure,” is the last warning I get before he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in full force.
My toes curl and my back arches as a long hiss escapes me. His eyes meet mine to make sure I’m okay, and I whine out a heady, “more.”
The plea is all it takes. He leans down and kisses me thoroughly while he rolls his hips into me steadily, his cock burrowing deep inside and making my body writhe in pure ecstasy.
My arms are wrapped tightly around his shoulders, and just as I’m getting used to the pace he’s set, he shifts and pulls us up until we’re sitting, and I’m straddling his lap. His hands curl under my thighs to anchor me and pull me into a deep kiss while he starts fucking his hips up into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan into his mouth.
“You feel so fucking perfect, Qiang. You feel how perfect we are together, don’t you? How much we were fucking made for each other,” he breathes into my mouth, and I can’t dispute it at all.
I’ve never felt so perfectly connected to anyone during sex. Every single thing about this with Marcus is so different fromanything I’ve ever experienced that it’s like a completely different act.
And then the thought renders me speechless as the realization hits. I mean, I was already kind of speechless, but still. Because thisisn’tanything I’ve ever done before; even the one time when I thought I had done this, I really hadn’t.
