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“Heather.” He sucks and pulls at the hard bud, and then the other, while I wiggle with my hands trapped between our bodies. “This can’t be real. I have to be dreaming.”
If I didn’t have a front-row seat to every sinful, depraved swipe of his tongue, I wouldn’t believe it, either.
Nuzzling and nipping the soft swells, he says, “Fuck it. If this is a dream, I hope I never wake up.”
“Let me touch you,please.”
“When I’m just learning all the little things which give me those sounds?” His hand finds the top of my pants, undoing the button with a simple flick, and then gradually dipping inside. I gasp-groan, and he utters a seductive, “I don’t think so.”
If it’s possible, I widen further to give those wicked fingers space to cup my swollen center hiding beneath my panties.
“Not when I can make you beg, cry, and scream for me in ways I’ve only heard in my fantasies.”
“Y-you’ve thought about doing this with me?” I gulp, trying to decide if I like the idea of Marcus thinking of me like that.
He presses a kiss to my lips, still tingling from our fervor. “This is, by far, the tamest thing I’ve thought of doing to you.”
And that’s a big fuckingyup.
“Relax,” he coaxes, carefully guiding me so my shoulders and head rest against the wall.
“Kinda difficult when my arms are bound,” I growl my frustration, delighting him further when my breasts jiggle as I squirm.
Pausing only long enough to remove my shoes, followed by my jeans, that lust-drunk stare scorches every spot in which my lacy red thong stretches.
“Look at you, soaking for me,” he whispers, shifting the scrap of lace to the side and deftly parting my center with two thumbs. His chuckle clenches my center with a cool rush of air. “So wet and eager for a man you supposedly despise.”
One finger glides inside to the very last knuckle as he all but purrs, “Tell me, do you hate me now, slayer?”
Blood throbs between my legs when a second joins, and my core grips him mercilessly when he curls his fingertips against my g-spot. “It’ll take more than a measly orgasm to change my mind—”
My mouth hangs open as he twists his wrist while sliding in and out.
“I’m sorry,” Marcus drawls, eliciting a round of wet, sucking noises which accompany my mewling, “Were you saying something?”
That pistoning motion he’s doing has my back bowing tighter than a harp string. I grasp for purchase, finding nothing and no one but the man before me as I splinter around him.
“Marcus!” I shout until my voice is hoarse, and I swear to god, I hear every color in this room and visualize every sound as he continues gently fucking me with his hand until my body goes entirely limp.
Removing his fingers with a quickpop, he moans as he licks them clean. “How rude of me to interrupt.”
That’s it, I’m going to fuck this man within an inch of his life.
Completely naked, I scramble for him, ass peeling off the table, only to come face to face with a savage grin.
“On your back,” he says, forming a collar around my neck with his hand. “I’m far from finished with you.”
“Marcus, please,” I whine as, with that same hand, he lays me flat and squeezes in warning for me to stay put.
Scooting my lower half off the desk, he falls to his knees before draping my legs over his rippling shoulders.
“Tomorrow, you’ll wake up with the phantom pleasure of my mouth between these beautiful thighs.” He bites into each one deeply, coaxing a garbled moan. “I will consume your thoughts as you have consumed mine, and your silly proposal for things to go back the way they were will be forgotten.”
“No,” I argue weakly, wrapped in the sensation of free falling as the light scruff along his jaw lazily scratches my sensitive flesh. I don’t know where I’ll land when I eventually hit, but Marcus’s nuzzling mouth getting closer to my center takes control of my wild thoughts.
“We’re long past going back, Heather. You know it, I know it.” He pauses, sending blistering hot tingles coiling through my clit when he swirls the tip of his tongue against it. “She knows it, too,” he finishes, referring to the tender flesh he’s ravishing.
That tongue of his whips, lashes, and plunges, stoking the embers of my earlier orgasm until I feel another rising. Heels grinding into his shoulders, I thrash my head with my arms still tied, but my fingers remain free to grip his hair.
