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A strangled sound left my throat, and I nodded. “Yes. Oh God, yes,” I panted, wrapping my arms around his neck, and scooting closer, my clit throbbing. Needing him inside of me. Needing him to soothe this ache for him before I crumbled from the pain of it.
He guided himself to me and pushed inside, hard and unforgiving, burying himself to the hilt and releasing a guttural groan that seemed to hum between my legs. I was so worked up and wet that he met little resistance, and I tightened my legs around him, trying to push him in deeper.
We’d both been waiting for this for years, been worked up for hours, and as he pounded into me at a frantic pace, panting and pulling me against him with each punishing thrust, it was so fucking good, I cried out. I felt him so deep, stretching me in ways I’d never been stretched before.
My hands explored the muscles of his back and shoulders, thrilled that I could finally touch him. I marveled at the hard muscles rippling under his skin and tried to memorize every dip and curve.
I never would have imagined getting here with Mark, but I wasn’t sure I could ever give it up. It felt incredible as he thrust into me, fast and hard. Wild and lost to his own pleasure.
He groaned. “You feel so fucking good.” He gave more brutal thrusts. “So fucking hot and wet. Fuck, Quinn, I’m not going to last long,” he groaned through gritted teeth.
The frustration and longing that had built up between us had him grunting and delivering punishing thrusts. Standing the way he was, he ground against my clit each time, building my orgasm faster than I believed possible.
“Oh fuck, yes, Mark. I feel you fucking everywhere.” I raked my nails down his back, holding him to me, and ground back against him.
I was surrounded by his smell as the deep timbre of his voice delivered mostly incoherent words of praise and nothing had ever felt so good. So right.
He lowered his head and took my nipple between his lips, grazing it with his teeth and sucking hard. I threw my head back, crying out and pushing my chest into his eager mouth, trembling.
Between his bruising grip, the sharp sting on my nipple, and the way he was pounding into me, I knew I would be reminded of this moment with every move I made the next day. That thought had pleasure coiling along my spine and my pussy growing even wetter.
“Fuck, Quinn. I’m never getting enough of this. You fit me so perfectly,” he groaned.
He stood towering over me with the tendons in his neck pulled tight, his jaw locked, and every muscle in his powerful body flexing as he pounded into me again and again and again.
Watching him lose his control because of me, every nerve ending in my body seemed to spark and fire off all at once, leaving me trembling and shaking.
“Oh god,” I panted, breathless. “Mark, I’m coming. Oh, f—” my words cut off as my back arched further, every muscle in my body tightening to the point of pain before an orgasm ripped its way through me.
“Fuck, Quinn,” he rasped as I clamped down on him. He wrapped his arm around my lower back, holding me close. Incoherent grunts and praise left his lips while I twitched and jerked, my orgasm tearing me apart.
He pounded into me one more time before holding himself deep inside of me and groaning as his cock jerked his release.
Aftershocks shot through me, and I dug my hands into the damp hair at the back of his head and chased his mouth with mine, sucking the thick bottom lip that I’d been fantasizing about for years into my mouth and sank my teeth in. Mark’s chest heaved against mine, both of our bodies slick with sweat and sticking together as we kissed.
“You’re incredible,” he panted.
Lifting his head to look at me, he pushed my tangled hair off my sweat-soaked face. His dark eyes ran over my features while we caught our breath.
“Now, let’s go wash up. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He kissed me again, a long, hard, all-consuming kiss that curled my toes and warmed my heart, making me never want it to end.
I moaned when pulled out, beginning to suspect that Mark had lit a fire burning within me that would never extinguish, no matter how many times I came.
CHAPTER11
We’d crashed sometime in the early morning, both of us spent and exhausted.
Mark had taken his time cleaning me up in the shower, working the shampoo and conditioner into my hair himself, and then ran his soapy hands over my body before instructing me to do the same to him.
I was never one to follow directions, but when he told me to clean his cock with my mouth, I fell to my knees, water pouring over my face, and licked him, base to tip, before taking him to the back of my throat. Something about the heat in his eyes and the rough rumble of his voice made me want to please him. Looking up at him, watching him lose himself to the pleasure of my mouth and hands, had me begging him to take me again.
He’d turned off the water, wrapped me in a towel, and had, in fact, bent me over a table like he promised. He pounded into me from behind as he told me all the ways he’d fantasized about having me at the office. The filthy words in his mouth and his rough hands on my hips made me almost black out when I came, my pussy squeezing his cock.
He took me to bed and we had sex no less than three more times that night. I was exhausted and sore, my arms and legs felt like jelly, and I was sure that the next day was going to be rough, but it was worth it. It had never been like that with anyone else. That explosive. That passionate. That much of a connection.
At one point during the night, I’d told Mark more about the incident with Charles and the things he’d done to me in the past. Told him how worried I was that he’d ruin Emory’s business.
He’d listened without saying a word, anger radiating off him in waves, but had handled me with such care when I begged him to kiss me. I’d turned him over and straddled his hips, sinking down on him, and slowly rolled my hips while we kissed, grinding down on him. He’d looked at me with such tenderness that I was a gooey mess in his lap. When I came, it was pure euphoria, and my chest was filled with so many emotions that I’d laid my head on his chest, hiding my face from him. He’d kissed the top of my head and fell to sleep with his arms wrapped tight around me.
