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I’m being torn to pieces. Shredded from the inside out. He curls his fingers inside me mercilessly as he strokes my G-spot. Trying to destroy me with his touch.
“Please.” My tears ripple down my cheeks. “My body… I’m too small. It’s too much. You’re too much. I can’t. Stop.”
“You know damn well I’m a man of my word, Leighton.” He picks me up effortlessly and slides me onto his hard cock. Marcus sits against the edge of the pool, thrusting into me from the bottom. “You tried me. This is where it’s gotten you.”
His voice is hoarse as he fucks me. With each stroke, he’s burrowing deeper into me. I’m blinded by the insidious pleasure. I’m seconds from fainting. I’m crashing and burning within my own body.
Somehow, though, when Marcus opens his mouth, I manage to find the strength to place a shaky hand on it.
Not like my hand is an obstacle for him. Marcus tilts his head to the side, licking between my fingers. This deviant man continues by sliding his lips up to my fingertip. I don’t resist him when he swallows my middle finger into his mouth.
“Cloud,” he murmurs past my finger.
I’m not even close to being ready for this orgasm.
His cock is actually inside me. This isn’t my imagination.
This time, it’s his dick stretching my walls.
It’s too good. Too bad. Too everything.
This must be what it feels like to die.
“Stop,” I cry, riding him anyway. Or maybe it’s him using my body to fuck his cock. “Please, Jesus. Please, stop.”
My hands drop to his broad chest as he releases them. Clawing. Grasping. Scratching. I leave red marks on his skin and I don’t care. He’s mine. The devil who got us into this mess in the first place is mine.
I hate and love him as if the two aren’t mutually exclusive.
“When I have my seed deep in your womb, plaything,” Marcus grits out, his cock swells inside me. “That’s when I’ll stop.”
“Fuck babies into me, do it.” Tears trickle into my mouth, tasting of salt and desperation. “Just no more orgasms, please.”
The possessiveness in Marcus’s eyes is an undeniable force. He leans forward, licking my tears. Owning every piece of me. Branding his mouth on mine.
“You’re going to be good?” he rasps between one vicious kiss after the other. “No more sulking?”
“I’ll try,” I tell him the truth. I’m such a mess, I couldn’t have lied to him even if I wanted to.
“Good enough.” His teeth tug at my bottom lip. “I’m going to come now.”
It’s bliss. It’s heaven. And I don’t fight him. I won’t ever fight him again. I slump in his arms, letting him impale me on his cock. One, two, three more times. Then he’s pumping his seed inside me, marking my insides with his cum.
There’s no cuddling or hugging once he’s done. Marcus pulls me off him, spreading his legs, and positions me so I’m kneeling before him.
“Come here.” Marcus’s cock is still hard, still leaking cum. Still insanely beautiful.
I don’t have a spare moment to realize I’m on all fours. He winds his fingers in my hair, applying the slightest pressure to direct me to his groin.
My eyes flit to his. This isn’t about sucking him, no. This is the softness of the after. About what I wanted before.
“You’ve been so good,” he praises. “Take you what you want, baby. Open up and use my cock as a pacifier.”
Giving himself to me is such an intimate gesture. I love it when he demands that I suck or gag on him. I love when he fists my hair and fucks my mouth.
But as I’m guided lower, I find that I love this just the same. I wrap my lips around his head first and slide down his silky length, filling my mouth with him. He presses my head down. Gentle yet with an air of authority, telling me he’s there.
Loving me.
