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When she's naked in front of me, going slow is no longer an option.
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WILLOW
Before I can start to feel self-conscious, Marcus stands up, grabs hold of my hips, and turns me around.
When his fingers brush over the curve of my butt, I start to laugh.
He places his other hand on my lower back and pushes me forward until I’m leaning over the back of the couch, which quickly makes me stop laughing.
Oh crap, my butt is practically in the air. I glance over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
He gives me a cocky smile as he catches me watching him.
“So you won’t orgasm without some serious hand action?”
I nod, and when his hand brushes over my butt and slips between my legs, I have to brace myself against the couch with my arms.
He doesn’t push his finger inside me but instead flicks my clit. I’m so shocked by the instant pleasure I feel, that I freeze to focus on it.
“Spread your legs wider,” he growls.
As I spread my legs, he flicks my clit again, making my body jerk from the sharp but fleeting pleasure. Hearing the tear of foil is a comforting sound. At least one of us is still thinking responsibly.
I anticipate feeling Marcus’ cock between my legs, but instead, he starts to lightly massage my clit.
All the light touches are going to be the end of me. I squirm against his hand, needing Marcus to stop being so damn gentle.
“Can we get to the part where you put the wand in the chamber of secrets?
” I plead.
Marcus freezes behind me, and I hear a spurt of laughter. “You still can’t say fuck?”
“It’s too vulgar,” I whisper.
“Say it,” he orders, which makes me glance over my shoulder again as I shake my head.
“Say it, Willow,” he growls as he grabs hold of my hips.
“Fuck,” I snap. “Just fuck me already!”
I didn’t expect him to actually do it.
He slams into me so hard, my arms give way beneath me. My breath gets stuck on a gasp, and it takes a moment for my brain to play catch-up with the fact that Marcus is inside me.
At least, that’s what I thought until he thrusts deeper.
“Oh shit,” I breathe as he stretches my inner walls, making me feel impossibly full.
When he pushes even deeper still, I grab hold of the nearest pillow and shove it against my face so he won’t hear the groan as pleasure ripples through me.
Crap, he’s big.
When he’s seated to the hilt inside of me, he leans over me, grabs the pillow from my hands, and throws it across the room.
“I want to hear you scream,” he says breathlessly, and then he pulls back.
