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He didn’t waste time giving her exactly that.

Just long enough to get that condom on.

“Rub one out while you sit on me, and then I’ll fuck another one out of you before you can ride me until you can’t breathe. How does that sound?”

Cella let out a shaky breath, her fingers already pulled out of her slit to pull all that wetness up to her clit, so she could rub fast circles into the bud. “Like you’re going to make me too tired to even dream.”

The head of his cock filled her.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

It still took her breath away.

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

He thrust all the way in, then.

His cock filled her full.

Stretched her open.

Her fingers stilled at her clit as he worked in and out of her for just long enough to have her shaking all over while she shuddered against the bed. He was so—each stroke he made deliberate and not nearly enough to get her off.

Which she was sure was the point.

Then he yanked her brutally onto his length, stilling all at once while his fingertips flexed hard enough along her ass that he stretched her open and made her whine. She was sure there would be bruises there in the morning, and yet the thought only made her hotter.

“Now, you can get yourself off,” she heard him say.

That permission …

She hadn’t realized that’s what she’d been waiting for. Although as soon as she had it, there was no going back, and she couldn’t even have stopped if she wanted to try.

Cella did exactly what he told her, drowning in the sound of his dark promises while he rubbed at her clit. He did nothing but hold her body tight to his cock. Entirely filled with him, she trembled through the first orgasm of the night.

“There’s my girl, huh?” He met her gaze when she threw a desperate look over her shoulder, but then his hands landed to her body even tighter than before. A hand to her shoulder, and one to her hip. With no warning, and deep enough to surely leave her sore though she loved it, he started fucking her with earnest. She hadn’t even finished panting through that orgasm. “Now you’re going to do it for me again—and all you have to say is, please, Marcus.”

She couldn’t breathe.

It didn’t even matter.

“Please, Marcus.”

He fucked her to a harder, longer second orgasm. He didn’t even have to tell her to beg for a third. She was all too willing.

“Is it going to be a long drive?” Tiffany asked.

Marcus didn’t miss the roll of her eyes and the smile Cella shot his way. No doubt, Tiffany was worried the drive they were taking from the suburbs to the city would be like the over eight-hour drive she’d taken the day before with her mother.

“Not very long—an hour, depending on the traffic.”

“An hour is sixty minutes, right, Ma?”

Cella nodded. “That’s right.”

And given it was the weekend, most of the work rush happened during the week, not to mention it was only seven-thirty in the morning, he doubted traffic would be horrible. They’d make it to the city in no time, and he suspected the drive would be a lot better for Tiffany than yesterday had been. Also, he was serious on just buying Cella plane tickets.

That was next in his plans.