Page 37 of Marcus

Tonight, he just had to have her.

His tongue flattened against her slit, and then dragged up to her clit to slash back and forth across the taut nub while two of his fingers slipped into her slick pussy. Her sex tightened around his fingers with every twist of the tips against her G-spot.

And her sounds got louder.

So did those, “Please, please, please, oh my God.”

She was so fucking close.

In no time at all.

It kind of made his nerves chaotic at how responsive this woman was to his touch. That made him hotter than ever.

And when she did finally fall over that edge by his mouth and fingers, what a sight she was to see. With her chest and shoulders thrust out away from the wall, her head tipped back to the glass, and her still stained-red lips parted with his name falling to the sky.

Yeah.

All his control was gone.

Although she didn’t seem to mind a bit when he raised from the floor of the solarium, already yanking open what was left of his fly while he dug in his back pocket for the spare item he kept on hand—always—as a just in case. She helped to shove his pants down, taking his kiss one more time while he ripped open that package.

He broke away from letting her taste herself on his mouth just long enough to slip the condom down his length before her hand replaced his to stroke him. Tight and fast. From the base to the tip. God. The groan that came out of him ached all the way out.

And then she was lifting her leg, tall enough in her five-inch heels to be able to accommodate his six-foot-three height, to wrap around him while her knee hooked around his hip. She guided him where she wanted to be, and he took her in one thrust.

“Fuck,” he breathed, settled deep in her clenching pussy while her fingernails dragged lines over the material of his suit jacket. Her moan, louder than even how it had been when he was between her thighs, reminded him that he still needed to keep her quiet, and she only grinned at him with hazy lust in her eyes when he yanked off his tie before using it to gag her quiet. But to see her like that … “God, look at you.”

She was quite a sight.

Pushed against the wall.

Bare ass to the glass.

Spread for him.

Filled with him.

And all she could do was mumble into the tie, “Fuck me, Marcus.”

He used one hand to keep her leg tight to his hip, but his other found her throat again. Pushing the back of her head to the glass so that she had to look up at him, he got the best view of the pleasure rippling over her features as he fucked her with a fast, deep pace.

“You take me so well, babe,” he murmured, “pussy’s so goddamn wet, huh? You like that, Cella, letting me use you like this—fuck you like this?”

Her nod answered him back, before a broken cry accompanied it with a muffled yell into the tie. One of her hands slipped down his lower back, and under his boxer-briefs to grab tight to his ass when he fucked her a little harder.

With the tie in her mouth, she couldn’t speak.

Not that he was in any better position than her because with each drive and pull of his hips, Marcus came that much closer to his own orgasm. He could feel it in the tightening of his back, and the heat in his balls. Never had he busted a nut so fast with a woman, and yet, Cella seemed to be the one who was going to humble the fuck out of him.

Still, he refused to let himself lose that control until she came one more time. Leaning in, his lips melded against hers when he ripped that tie from her mouth and he demanded, “Come on, give it to me … show me how good you can come for me again, tesoro.”

She did.

Panting into his kiss.

He swallowed all her cries.

It took all of four more thrusts before he followed right after her, too. Releasing into latex, tight to her and deep inside her shuddering pussy … best way I spent a night in a long while.