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“Yes, and something sweet I can spread over your tits.”
“Or you could just come on them.”
As soon as the order was place, Marco toppled me to my back. I laughed as he tried to maneuver my booted leg to the side. He nibbled and kissed my inner thigh, then shifted to kneel between them.
I leaned up on my elbows as he spit in his palmand fisted his cock. With a firm grip, he squeezed the shaft and stroked it from base to tip.
Bending my knees, with my feet planted on the bed, I spread my legs wider. My boot killed the sexy, but Marco didn’t seem to care. He leaned forward and teased my folds with the tip of his dick.
My clit throbbed, and my channel contracted, aching to be filled. Finally, he plowed deep into my cunt, completing me, proving he mastered over my pleasure. With a slow pull and plunge, he fucked me. We both stared at where our bodies joined, his cock wet with my juices.
Somehow, he fit me perfectly. I relished the feel of him stretching me open and mourned the loss as he inched out. Again and again, he surged into me. I’d said he could kiss me forever, but I could spend forever just like this.
A flash of heat, a continuous grind of erotic pressure against my clit, and stars burst behind my eyes. Dizzying waves of pleasure crashed through me, like the break of high tide against the shore. Wet, rushing, and powerful. My body vibrated with the pounding of his dick into me.
Marco ripped from my core, grasped his cock, and jerked his hand hard on the shaft. “Open your mouth,” he growled.
Cum jetted from his cock, splashed my breasts, face, and lips. Using my fingers, I gathered his cream, bringing the bitter essence to my tongue. My eyes searched his, desperate to feel connected to him, to know he ached the way I did.
Marco grabbed my hair, angled my head, and crashed his lips into mine. He kissed me when I tasted of his cum. A riot of butterflies swirled in my stomach.
I wrapped my arms around him and ate his mouth with a brutal ferociousness. I kissed him the way he lived, hard and aggressive. He kissed me with the power he commanded. We were a tangle of arms and legs.
He tasted of dark desire and dangerous need. The soft scruff of his beard sent a shiver over me. I scored my nails softly along his jaw as he swept my mouth with his tongue again and again.
I moaned as his hands split, one splayed across my back, holding me close, and the other grasped my ass.
A phone chimed from the nightstand.
Marco lifted his head. I slicked my tongue over my bruised lips for a last taste of him.
“Do you normally get messages in the middle of the night?” His darkly spoken words sent a shiver along my spine.
“Not normally.” I shifted, but he scooted across the bed, grabbed my phone, and checked the incoming message.
A vein pulsed in his temple and a tendon in his neck stretched. The air between us grew heavy. Those piercing eyes could chill the blood of his enemy. Only moments ago, I’d heated under his stare. Now, I trembled.
Panic seized my breath. I hadn’t considered who might be texting. I feared seeing the name Ashton as I reached for my phone.
Marco didn’t move as I slid the phone from his hand.
I released a slow, shallow breath.
“Why is Timoteo texting you at night?” The edge of his voice cut through the silence in the room.
The tablet lit with a call from room service.
“The elevator is on the way up,” I said.
“Do not move.” Marco stepped into his pants, leaving the button undone and strode into the living room.
I could hear him speak to the server, gruffly dismissing them. A moment later, he stood in the open doorway and leaned against the jamb. “What does he mean by this text? I swear, if he’s touched you, I’ll cut him to pieces as you watch. Allegra, tell me.”
Normally, I loved the way his deep, gravelly voice caressed my name. But the sharp cutting edge tonight sent a shiver over me. Careful of my boot, I slid from the bed, tugging the blanket, and wrapping it around my body. “Is this the way it is always going to be between us? What are you accusing me of?”
“Read the text, and tell me what you would think?”
“It’s not cryptic. It’s two words.” Tim was just letting me know he’d checked on Dee.We’re good.
