Page 71 of For his Surrender

Again, my body is turned and I see his face.Totally lost, mad with desire, his eyes devour my bare torso and fingers immediately reach out and crush one of my nipples.My back hangs against the wall behind me as my body is taken away by the sensations of his touch.

My eyes blink, and my mouth opens.The moan goes through it, dragged, and I stretch my hands, grabbing his belt and unbuckling it. Then, I go back to working on the buttons until his shirt is completely open, finally, I undo the tie knot and throw it on the floor.

I run my eyes for every inch of him, I walk my fingertips through his firm chest, I approach his mouth, I lick his warm skin.Marcos’ fingers seep through the roots of the hairs on my neck, pulling and pushing my head in alternating motions as my tongue spreads out and savors his taste.

His breath gasps as I suck on one of his nipples and he pushes me away.Reversing our positions, he takes his mouth to the one of my nipples, sucks and continues to crush the other between his fingers.My whole skin tingles and vibrates, yearning for more and more of the sensations that scourge my body, for more of his heat, more of the hardness of his hands, of the moisture of his tongue.

My drenched pussy painfully twitches at the expectation of the touch as his teeth sink slightly into my sensitive nipple, sending waves of pleasure straight to my clitoris.Marcos’ head rises, his gaze meets mine, and he stops touching me.

His hands go down to his own pants.One of them goes into his pocket, takes out his wallet and a condom, before leaving it on the floor, along with his jacket.He holds the package between his teeth and pulls the open shirt off his body.Strong, muscular arms flex, leaving bulging veins and muscles evident.

My mouth salivates, eager to taste him whole, and I lick my lips.Marcos smiles and shakes his head to one side and the other, seeming to know exactly what I want, and denying myself that.

Seconds before he unleashes the delicious cock from the fabric, my eyes are drawn to the arrogant bulk in his black boxers.Just so I can see, Marcos massages it in slow back-and-forth movements before sliding the condom over the broad head, through the protruding veins, through the impressive thickness of the dick, and the absurd amount of saliva in my mouth increases.I bite my lower lip, moaning, eager to feel it, and press my thighs against each other. Getting crazy with the need.

“I’m going to fuck you now, wife, and you better hold on!” In four quick movements, he tears my panties, grabs my thighs, and pulls me off the floor.I cross my legs around his waist, sink my fingers and nails into his shoulders, feel the penis poking my entrance, snapping into place. When he’s in the right place, Marcos pushes hard while pulling my body down.

The invasion is violent, fast, delicious in an inexplicable way.The moan that runs down my lips refuses to end, even when I’m already completely filled.He touches his forehead on mine, exhales through his mouth and invades my nose with his warm breath.

His weight overwhelms me, squeezes my body completely naked against his.In response, I dig my heels into his ass and force myself upward, eager to have him move inside me.

Marcos presses my back against the wall, holding me in place, and fucks me.Hot, fast, strong and hard, just like I said I was dying to be fucked by him.Every thrust takes me out of orbit, freaks me out, makes me bounce and scream.

I rub my nipples on his chest, pull his hair, push him even harder against me with my legs.That is all. Too much. It’s fucking delicious, and I scream and spasm when the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life hits me and rips me apart.My breath fails and, along with it, my voice, but my body doesn’t care.He keeps moving, desperate for more and more of whatever he’s getting.

Marcos grunts and hisses hoarsely, his fingers sink into the flesh of my ass with such force that it will be impossible not to leave me marked, sweat already glides over his golden skin and I surrender, completely abandoned in his arms, riding him, sliding up and down.

Her tongue invades my mouth, anxious, licking and sucking.When I think I’m not able to feel more than I’m already feeling, one of Marcos’ fingers circles my ass, testing the entrance, and I push myself down, swallowing it too.

“Holy shit, Antonella! Damn!” he cries, before drinking my moans again and, being double penetrated, I come in spasms much more intense than the first time.Soon after, Marcos follows me, spilling inside me until there is not another drop that I have not stolen from him.

“This is going to be the first and last time,” he declares, panting.

“First and last time…” I agree, just as breathlessly.

“Great, where do you want to start? In the shower or in the tub?”

“I thought you’d never ask...”

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I open my eyes and find a clean white ceiling above me.A warm, damp breeze touches my bare skin, I feel my body sore but still sleepy, I move over the sheets, stretching.I bump into something soft and warm, frown and turn my head, almost choking when I come across Marcos completely naked, sleeping beside me.

I did it.I really did.I want to kick myself and congratulate myself at the same time, because I know this was a mistake.An immense one, adorned with flowers and flashing neon, error.I bite my lip and lean on my elbows.My eyes cast upon the image of the man sleeping serenely, the bastard is handsome, arrogant, arrogantly handsome. And hot… So hot…

And he knew how to give me exactly what I wanted, needed.Suddenly, I realize that I have become the biggest cliché in literature, I want to laugh.The sex I can’t have turns out to be the best of my life, and the reason for that is reasons I don’t want to think about.

I run my hands over my face.I don’t want to think anger made it all better.I don’t want to think that the tension accumulated weeks ago was responsible for the explosion that happened in every corner of this room last night, but that, contradictorily, it was the trust I have been building with Marcos that made everything exactly as it was.

Without barriers.No lies. Freeing.

Almost no lies. I hear my own mind correct me and push this moralistic urge aside.Now Marcos knows all he has to know about me.What he doesn’t know isn’t his right to know, and I’m forced to admit that until he touched me and I could react exactly as I wanted, I had no idea that pretending to be someone I’m not was doing me so bad.

A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the sensations of last night, and I feel my pussy twitch.Lying on his belly, Marcos has his semi-erect cock, proud, thick and with a wide head completely in sight.It’s one of those penises that serves as inspiration for beautiful rubber dildos.

I salivate at the memory of having my mouth full with it, bite my lip, full of desire.The tips of my fingers tingle, I can’t resist, I turn on the bed, lean against my front side and slide my hand gently across the hard chest, the toned belly, until I reach the pubis.My husband doesn’t even move.

I continue to explore.I caress his groin, his thighs, touch the back of my hand on his dick and push it away.No longer able to hold me, I crawl across the bed until I am at the height of Marcos’ hips.Kneel, leaving his body between my legs, and I touch the skin with the tip of my nose.He moves slightly, I smile, mischievous, loving the idea that looks even better than it was in my head.

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