Page 57 of Between the Sheets


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I smirk. “Then let’s go turn that fantasy into a reality.”

She guzzles her drink back, reaches for her beaded clutch, then says, “Let me go freshen up. I’ll meet you back at your table.”

TWENTY-TWO

Marika

My breath quickens. Buzzed from countless flutes of champagne, arousal sparks the air around us. Marcel lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me with a heated passion, as he slides the hotel’s key card along the slot. His tongue is hot and wet as it sweeps around mine. He pats my ass, then cups and squeezes it. And I moan low in my throat as our tongues tangle and clash.

“Let’s turn her world upside down, baby,” he whispers against my mouth.

I crane my neck over my shoulder, taking our prey in. She’s inebriated, but still very sexy.

Her gaze locks with mine. My lips curl. “Yes. Let’s.”

The door clicks open. And the three of us stumble inside, letting the door shut behind us.

Marcel doesn’t waste any time with chitchat. As soon as we hit the bedroom suite, he pounces on her, swift and with a purpose. I eye him as he hikes up her skirt, then in one-swoop lifts her up on the dresser and wedges himself between her thighs. “You sure you want this? You think you can handle the heat?”

“Yes, papi. I know I can,” she responds breathlessly. “Give it to me. All of it.”

Her scent, wet and needy, fills my nostrils.

“Yeah, you want all of it? All thirteen inches?”

Her eyes widen. “Yes. Oooh, yes.”

I watch as he unzips his pants and digs the heavy length of his cock out. He isn’t wearing any underwear, which makes its release easier. The crown of his dick is damp with arousal.

I lick my lips.

She licks her lips.

My mouth waters for a taste.

Of him, of her…

Her cunt is thick and juicy, the imprint of her bulging sex beckoning for release as Marcel grinds up into her, against the silky fabric sheathing her core.

She moans.

My breath catches. I snake my right hand down into my panties, while my left teases my right nipple.

“You like that,” he rasps, reaching under her panties with his thumbs and pulling at her cunt lips out of the sides of the crotch.

“Yes, yes,” she whimpers.

Marcel presses his shaft up against the center of her panties, right between her swollen lips, up against her engorged clit.

“Imagine I’m fucking your wet pussy,” he tells her. “Squeeze your tits. Play with your nipples.”

She does, cupping them.

My fingers slip into my pussy, slinking into my own wetness.

Anoynmous moans.

Marcel rolls his hips into her again. His ass, thick muscled humps, looks so delicious clenching and unclenching with each stroke.

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