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“Always knew you’d come fucking beautiful, Red,” he whispers, running his fingers briskly through my hair again. He waits until my eyes are his before the next words come. “Touch me.”
I don’t know what he means. I sit up and the room is spinning. There’s a new sight to take in as he grips his shirt, rolls it up his body, and exposes every miraculous inch of his skin.
He’s even more of a mountain than I thought.
Smooth in his peaks and valleys. Rugged where it counts. Shadows everywhere, branded on his skin in tangled, messy ink. Blazing warm to my touch.
I gnaw my lip, extending a hand. My fingers connect with his side and move cautiously across his warrior abs. My hand saunters over his feral tattoos like I’m afraid they’ll burn.
So hot. So wild. So hard.
So damn hard.
My eyes flit to the bulge in his jeans. My hand starts moving down, but he’s faster than me. I gasp when his fist catches my wrist, stopping my hand in mid-air. “No. Let me guide you.”
His other hand flicks his jeans open, roughs down the zipper, and he shuffles out of his pants. His boxers are a flick from coming off. There’s a new heat in my blood before his exposed cock pops out just from seeing the outline.
It’s…nothing like I expect. Except for guessing he’d be massive, I mean.
“Holy…” I stop mid-sentence, fingers trembling. Marshal wears a ghostly smile as he moves my hand to his cock, pushes my fingers around his full length, and we glide down it together.
Of course, he’s augmented. Unnatural. The small metal nub in his swollen head tickles my skin.
“Welcome home, Sadie. It’s pierced, it’s rock, and it’s down to fuck you senseless, darling. You ever used your mouth on a man?” He stares through me while I shake my head. “Good. Plenty of chances to learn. Put your virgin tongue to work, Red. Wow me.”
Great. It’s totally no pressure when he sounds like he’s expecting miracles.
I’ve never given a blowjob in my life, but I’m an eager student. I sink down on my knees, leaning into him, gripping his cock by the base while I lower my mouth.
His head snaps back. Thunder quakes in his throat, a satisfied rumble. “Yeah, yeah. So fucking tight.”
I try not to smile when he groans. Then I just focus on moving up and down, taking his fullness, tasting his masculine essence. That stud in his cock is a nice marker. It gives me something to drag my tongue up to again and again, before I dive back down, taking more of him every time, whatever I can handle.
I’m not even halfway down his length. My pussy, quietly afraid of his size, melts anyway in a hot, wet need.
He groans again. Louder. I suck faster.
There’s a strange, wicked pride building the more this beast rumbles, the more he tenses along my tongue, the harder he stares out through narrowed, violent blues.
He’s like a sexual volcano, release building, but his expression is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen.
Marshal is vulnerable. Enjoying himself, for once. And it’s all thanks to me.
I moan the next time I drag my tongue down. His fist pulls my hair tighter, guiding me up, glaring at the hand I put between my legs. It’s instinct, and it’s impossible to resist touching myself while I’ve got a mouthful of his cock.
“Enough,” he says softly.
Confused, I try to suck harder, moving my mouth as quickly as I can. The fierce tension in my hair sharpens, but it’s also reluctant when he pulls.
“I said, ‘enough.’” His eyes are darker than the dim room, expecting obedience.
He tips his face up, motioning me to stand. I do, running my tongue over my lip. “Sorry. Was it…you know?”
“Good? One more minute and I’d have busted in your mouth. Not because you’re some virtuoso in sucking dick like a whore, but because it’s you. You on this dick, and only fucking you, Red.”
Touching. In a weird, shameful, heart-wrenching way.
I try not to read too much in his words. He certainly wouldn’t want me to. But it’s like I’ve just received a gold star on my first cock sucking test from a bear of a teacher I shouldn’t even be with.
Just because it’s wrong doesn’t mean I’m not proud of it.
“On your hands and knees, on the bed. Now.” His hands circle my ass, pinching my cheeks, bringing me home.
I turn, giving my butt a defiant shake. His low growl brings a smile to my lips, and then I’m on the bed, shamefully naked and open and loving it.
Is this it? I’m waiting for his raging fullness to fill me any second. The bed sinks beneath his weight. But it’s too heavy, too concentrated in one place to warrant an imminent fuck.
His stubble tickles my thighs. There’s just enough time to gasp before he buries his face in my pussy.
