Page 34 of Between the Sheets


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He smiles that lopsided smile of his, flashing his dimples. The smile that lets me know nothing else needs to be said. My wish will be fulfilled.

A soft moan slips out of me as he gently squeezes my left nipple, then my right. “You’re going to make me late to the office,” I whisper, allowing him to undo my blouse with his free hand. Of course I have no intentions of ever putting up much of a fight where Marcel and sex is concerned. My Scorpion blood runs hot for him. Always hot. Always ready. Marcel’s other hand is now up my skirt, his fingers skimming along my pussy lips.

And I am wet. So very wet. My panties are a sodden mess.

Marcel pushes two fingers into me until they can’t go any deeper. “Damn, baby, you so fuckin’ hot. Putain tellement humide pour moi.” Pleasure ignites all through me as he tells me how fucking wet I am for him. The feral look in his eyes tells me he is going to fuck me deep and good.

The sharp scent of my overheating pussy slowly seeps out from beneath my skirt, revealing my hungry need.

“You might wanna call the office ‘n’ tell ’em ya man’s got you runnin’ late.” Marcel pulls his dick up and over the waistband of his boxers. “I don’t need much time.” He leans in. His tongue dips into my mouth again. The thought of him sucking another man’s dick with me causes a deep, throbbing ache to pound inside my flaming cunt.

I am a wildfire.

My skirt hiked up over my hips. My panties and pussy soggy with lust, Marcel lifts me up and carries me over to the island counter where dozens of stainless steel pots are strung high over it, setting me up on it.

He nips at my ear, then whispers, “Je veux te baiser profound dans ta chatte, bébé.”

Something fuck. Something pussy. Something you. Whatever it is, it causes shivers to dart through me. “W-w-what did you say?” I ask, panting. “You know it drives me wild when you speak in French, Marcel. Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby.” He kisses the left side of my neck, then the right side. “I said…I want…to fuck…you…”—more kisses—“deep…in…your pussy, baby…”

“Then fuck me,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

My mouth finds his and my tongue delves deep into the warm, wet space between his lips as he pinches my clit just enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm, and keep me there. I know he can see the rapacious hunger in my eyes staring into his.

Marcel does this to me. Always.

“Mmm.” Marcel moans, pulling his fingers out of me and sliding them into my mouth as he inches the head of his dick into my slit. I suck his fingers as if I’m sucking his dick as he pushes it in. I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. “I’m about to stretch this pussy open.”

I stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from screaming as my orgasm slams into me as Marcel pushes his dick further into me. Slowly. Purposefully. His hips move steady. His dick pulls out. Then slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Pulls out. Slides back in. Four inches, six inches, seven inches, eight inches…

“Ooh, oooh, oooooh…yes, baby…fuck me like that. Mmm…”

He pulls all the way out to the tip. Fucks the mouth of my pussy with the thick mushroom head of his dick. Then slides back in. Nine inches, ten inches…

I am peaking. Urging Marcel on through hissed breath as he stuffs more of his dick inside of me. I arch into the burning heat, throwing my head back.

“Whose dick you fuckin’, huh, baby?”

“It’s mine,” I push out. My breath catches in the back of my throat. “Alllll…mmm…your dick is mine…uhh…”

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. This’s your dick. C’mon nut on your dick, baby…”

Nails digging into his flesh, I moan. Fight to keep my eyes from rolling up in the back of my head. “Fuck. Oooh, fuuuuck!”

“That’s right. Let that nut go. Give Daddy that pussy, baby…”

Hot nectar sprays out of my slit each time Marcel pushes in, then pulls out. Pushes in, then pulls out. He is fucking into my cunt. Fucking into my G-spot. Fucking an orgasm out of me. Fucking me over and over and over.

“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod…yesyesyesyesyesyessss…”

Marcel now has about eleven inches of his dick inside of me now, slowly rolling his hips, gliding his dick in and out of me. “Mmmm…j’adore cette humide. Il fait tellement chaud. Serré…” He translates as I moan. “Uh, fuck…I love this wet pussy. It’s so hot. Tight.”

I gasp.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby…nut all over your dick…donne-moi cette crème douce, bébé.”

I try to decipher what it is he’s said. Something sweet. Something cream.

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