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And I won’t.
So I submit.
Pussy juices trickle down my inner thighs as I knee-walk over to him. My pelvic muscles tighten at the sight of him.
I see why that bitch is after my husband.
Raw energy.
Burning fire.
Sexual hunger.
My nipples tighten. God, yes! The mouthwatering ache causes my body to shiver as I inhale, deep and slow. I can smell him.
Masculinity.
The clean scent of soap mixed with the musky heat of his skin. I breathe him in. Savor him as his gaze rolls over my body, settling on my breasts. I can practically see the drool gathering in the corners of his mouth as I inch closer to him. Yes, Marcel is upset with me. But his lust, his overwhelming desire for me, is softening his heart.
He scowls. “Hurry the fuck up, Marika.”
Oops. Maybe not…
I swallow around a lump in my throat.
When I reach him, Marcel stops me from coming any closer. He stands up and my breath escapes in a long hiss at the sight of his hard dick straining and swelling against the fabric of his boxers. The head of his dick hangs out past the leg of his underwear, causing my lips to quiver at the sight of beads of precum covering its slit.
He’s excited. The nasty fuck’s turned on by all of this.
“Yeah, you like seeing that hard-ass dick, huh? Got my shit leakin’.”
“Yes.”
“You do that shit to me, Marika. You. Not some random broad.”
“I know,” I rasp out.
“Shut the fuck up.” He roughly cups my head in his hands and grinds himself into my face. “I should choke the shit outta you.” I open my mouth. Try to suck him in. My tongue flicks over his hanging dickhead, catching a droplet of his sweet nectar. But it isn’t enough. I need more of him. Want all of him. My hands go up, try to hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear to free his cock. I feel like I am going to die if I don’t taste him…now.
Marcel backs away from me, depriving me, leaving my mouth wet and needy. “Nah, fuck that. Greedy ass. Put ya muthafuckin’ hands down.” He smacks my hands away. Then steps back, yanking his boxers down over his hips. “Is this what you want?” He glares at me as his thick, chocolate dick springs upward, pointing like a long, angry arrow.
My insides suddenly start to shake.
“Yes,” I manage to say, fighting to keep from reaching out for it. My whole body vibrates with wicked need.
He shakes his dick at me, then steps forward and slaps me across the lips with it. My mouth snaps open and waters. I extend my tongue and Marcel slams his dick down against my tongue, then back across my opened mouth. I feel like I’ve just been slapped with an expandable baton.
He steps back from me, taunting me. “You don’t get to put ya muthafuckin’ hands on me, then think you gonna get rewarded with some of this good dick.”
“I’m s-so—”
“Nah, shut the fuck up. I want you to watch what you missing out on.”
He grabs his dick at the base, then bends forward and raises his gaze to meet mine before licking the crown of his cock and drawing himself deep into his mouth.
For the love of God…
My groan only emboldens him further to lovingly suck his dick in long, lascivious pulls.
