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“Can I come?”

“When you say it again.”

She did, her eyes squeezing shut and head falling back while his name passed her lips. Her body seemed to shatter into a million little pieces at the same time.

Marcus loomed over her when she opened her eyes back up again. He’d finally pulled that belt apart and shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock. In his hand, he stroked his length, leaning down to tease his kiss along her quivering lips.

Those hot kisses of his trailed lower. Over her skin, and then down her throat. Across the expanse of her breasts, lower to her tummy, and then where she wanted him the most. He took his time tasting her, licking the taste of her orgasm straight from the source until she was shaking and begging again.

“Marcus, I’m going to … let me—”

He lifted a hell of a lot faster than he had gone down on her, taking away her oncoming orgasm with nothing more than a chuckle before he kissed her. Cella whined into his mouth, frustration curling deep in her gut until those dark words of his reminded her of what would be quickly coming next.

He could eat her later.

She wanted to be fucked right now.

“Bend over.”

She did, making sure to let every inch of her body mold against his as she moved, so he felt all of her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed with a rough tug of his hands on her hips that had her moaning. When he filled her full of him, taking his time to let his cock stretch her out in the best way, her body felt taut and ready to snap all over again. He shoved her dress up around her hips again.

Then, he was fucking her.

All at once.

Long, deep thrust.

A hand in her hair.

Another on her ass, leaving fingerprint bruises.

His brutal pace had her grabbing for support against the bed with one hand while she reached back for him with the other. His hand on her ass left to grab onto hers, his fingers twisting with hers as she cried out against the bed sheets.

He fucked her harder, then twisted the loose strands of her hair around his fist to yank a little firmer until her throat was taut. All those sounds of hers had the muscles in her throat vibrating. A lot like the rest of her body that met his thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, this pussy,woman.”

“Oh God, yes,” she gasped. “Like that … just like that.”

She was sure he’d make her work for that orgasm. After all, she had teased him … and he’d only gotten her back a little for making him suffer, but he didn’t do that at all. He fucked her until she was shouting with her second orgasm, and then he let go of her hand to slip a hand between her thighs. His pace stayed the same, he rubbed swift circles into her tender clit, and kept it up until she sobbed his name against the bed while she came again.

Only then did he slow down.

Only then did he let her breathe.

Barely.

Marcus leaned down over her, his wet fingertips trailing over her inner thigh while his mouth ghosted over the back of her neck.

“Not done,” he told her, that husky tone of his making her anticipation grow all over again. “Not even close to being done, Cella.”

“Before you get started again,” Cella mumbled against his kiss after he’d pulled out of her just long enough to roll her over on the bed and fit right back between her thighs again, “do something for me?”

“Anything. Just ask.”

It was not the right time.

It was, however, late.