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“You’ll feel me in there, filling your ass while my cock sinks into your pussy.” He runs his teeth along my bottom lip without biting. “My good girl.”
A slither of worry trickles into my bones. This is wrong on so many levels. He’s crossing so many lines. Except my inhibitions are lowered. Endorphins swarm into my head.
No. I don’t hate what he’s doing to me.
In my periphery, I notice both of his arms are braced near my head again, yet the pressure inside my ass hasn’t lessened. My eyes widen a fraction. His glimmer in response.
“You’re even more susceptible than I thought.” At some point, he took his cock out of his pants. I didn’t notice it. I do now, as he lines his head to my slit. Spreading me. “Fuck, it’s such a turn-on. Everything about you gets me hot, plaything.”
That first push of his cock inside my pussy stops time. Our bodies connect and so do our gazes. Thick molasses separates me from reality.
However, I see this. Catch the slightest shift in Marcus’s expression. Though his dick is hard, and his intrusion is unforgiving, Marcus’s eyes soften.
“What a tight little pussy you have,” he groans, dragging his length out of me and slamming back in. “Do you feel me, Leighton? Feel my thumb fucking your ass?” Marcus moves in and out of me, bottoming out every time. “Feel my cock deep in your womb?”
I do. My nerve endings spark wherever Marcus touches and where he says he touches. Yet the state I’m in prevents me from saying yes. From asking for more when I most definitely shouldn’t.
His thrusts become harsher, less forgiving. He’s grazing the spot that drives me crazy and floaty and needy for him.
“Leighton.” He grabs my chin, tilting my head to him. “Blink once for yes.”
Blink.
He’s everywhere. Both of my holes are full. His finger and cock massage my insides instead of hurting them.
I’m not sure how any of this is possible. How my orgasm barrels forward. I’m on the edge, close to exploding into tiny particles. Nothing in my life has ever been this good. Nothing.
“That’s my good girl.” When his hand slithers down my body to my pussy, my head remains at the same angle he’s left me. “Such a good girl.”
He massages my clit in slow circles, another mind-fuck. It feels like a million hands touch me.
“Don’t try to rationalize this,” Marcus orders, seeing through my confusion. “Trust me, Leighton. Let go. Let me take care of you.”
I blink. Once. His lips twitch, and his dick swells inside me.
“Come for me.” Marcus’s voice coaxes me, his cock and fingers force and rub and consume me. “Come for me, little doll.”
A whimper slips past my lips when my orgasm hits harder than any other climax I’ve ever had. What starts in my core, races down to my toes. Up my navel and to my throat. Lands between my ears. Behind my eyes.
Energy in its purest form slices through my body. I don’t know how to stop it. Don’t know if I want to.
“Fuck.” I hear Marcus in my ears, my belly, my fingertips.
He ruts faster, owning me with his thrusts while taking my mouth, demanding I give him the air in my lungs.
A few mind-numbing minutes later, he finishes with a visceral growl, emptying himself inside me. His warmth spreads through me, his presence engulfing me in sin and lust.
He’s hell. He’s life. He’s the fiercest man I’ve ever met.
The way he looks at me makes me want to cry.
“You’re everything that’s beautiful and wonderful in this world.” Marcus caresses my throat, his fingers sliding into my hair. “The best thing I ever did was take you. I would’ve done it again in a heartbeat. Drugged you. Gagged you. Would’ve done it all to have you with me.”
His version of a love declaration rattles me. My lips pinch, my legs moving the slightest to close.
Abducting me wasn’t some kind of foreplay. Wasn’t consensual. He’d never really needed or sought after my consent.
Marcus wanted to act on his violent urges, so he did.
