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Marisa
His tongue peeked out of his mouth and caressed the corner of his mouth before he pulled his lip between his teeth. “I want you,” he said.
“Take me, Tyler. Now.”
It only took those four words. Our mouths crashed together in a flood of desire. Like when a rainstorm turns into a flash flood with no warning.
He pulled me against him so our bodies were touching. Skin to skin.
Our mouths met, and it was like the waves crashing onto the shore. His lips were firm yet soft. His tongue demanded entrance, and I didn’t object. It wasn’t a sweet, endearing kiss. It was a wickedly delicious meeting of mouths, meant to wash away every memory of any other man.
Tyler Sanderson definitely knew what to do with those lips and tongue.
He backed me up, our lips never breaking apart. And even though we were breathing the same air, it was as if something shifted beneath us, and we were being taken on a ride. I couldn’t help but hold onto him like he was the only thing keeping me afloat.
We fell onto my bed, the sound of our kissing filling the room before it morphed into heady groans of desire and need.
As if there was no question in what he’d do next, like he had a private secret map of my body, his hands moved over me. His lips followed. His hands were massaging and cupping their way down. His lips, teeth, and tongue followed with bites, kisses, and sucks.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you tonight.”
Fine,” I huffed out, every part of me ready. If he thought I would object to hard-core fuckery, he had another thing coming.
I watched as he rolled a condom down his hard, heavy length and laid back on the bed. He licked his lips as his eyes traveled over my body, his cock thick and solid in his hand.
I wanted him inside me right now. He gave me a slight smirk like he was reading my mind. He held his steel cock for me as I lined myself up with him. He was at my entrance, and I was already pulsating with need.
Our mouths fused as I grinded on top of him, coating him with my slick wetness. I was dripping wet.
“Take my cock, Marisa. Take it.” His words against my mouth may have sounded like a command, but I could hear the request. It wasn’t a demand but a fervent plea for me to end the misery of waiting any longer.
I took him in, feeling as he stretched and filled me with each inch I took. We both moaned at how good it felt to finally be joined. The sensation of him finally inside me stole my breath.
I rolled my hips over him as he drove upward. “Your tits are perfect,” he said before pulling a stiff peak into his mouth. There was a telltale pop as he released it, then his teeth biting into the soft skin.
He continued to thrust up as I grinded down. “God, you feel so good. You’re so tight.” He grabbed onto both wrists as I rode him.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned over and over. My body hummed with a want and need I couldn’t remember ever having before. In that moment, there was no one but Tyler Sanderson.
From below, he pumped harder, hammering into me with determination. Pushing as deep as he could into me. “Fuck,” he groaned as I moved against him.
The base of his shaft was rubbing against my clit, sending delicious shockwaves of pleasure through me where the tip of his dick was hitting me deep inside.
Together we were pushing and pulling. Holding onto one another, we were moving in unison, like a ship swaying in the sea. He was the ocean, and I was the ship. With each wave that hit, I came slamming down—each of us taking and giving. Both of us feeling every movement.
My knees were pressing into him, pinning him in place.
“Tell me you like the way I fuck you.”
I didn’t have time to register his words or how dirty they sounded. The pleasure he was bringing me clouded my decision-making skills, and I involuntarily told him exactly what I was thinking. How good he felt. How good he was fucking me. And how I couldn’t wait for him to make me come.
I wanted to tell him how much pleasure he was bringing me. It was insane, but I wanted to please him as much as he was pleasing me. The way he was working my body like he owned it, even though he had allowed me to be in control.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, latching on as I rode him. I was close to detonating around him, and I could feel the heat building within. It was going to be a shattering explosion when I finally got there.
“I want you to come for me,” he said. He kept pumping from beneath me. “I want to feel your come all over me,” he said.
“Yes,” I moaned, his words bringing me to that glorious edge. I couldn’t wait to fall over.
