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His cock brushed against her pussy, this time sliding right home. He held still, and she was tempted to turn and curse him to get him to move again.
“I want my cock here,” he ground out, pushing a single finger into her tight hole. She cried out from the feel of her forbidden entrance being stretched while his cock stayed buried in her pussy. “Can I take you here?”
His finger lodged as far as it would go, and he twisted it around. It was a feeling she had yet to experience before. No other lover had been worthy enough to get that kind of action with her.
With Marcas, she was willing to try anything. She glanced over her shoulder and met his waiting eyes. Her heart raced, and her breaths were coming fast as she gazed into his intense eyes.
Yes, he could have her any way he wanted her.
“God, yes. Marcas. Please.”
He withdrew his finger from her, and she turned her head back and bit her lip while she waited. She was close to climaxing. Her body was strung tight from the sensations he wrung out of her.
The blunt tip of his cock pressed against her dark hole. She held her breath, and he eased forward, slowly introducing inch by inch of him into her. His large girth fit snug inside her, giving her a new fullness she’d never experienced before.
She loved it. Every part of it.
“Oh God,” she cried, her dark entrance stretching farther than it had ever been. The slight burn felt so good, she closed her eyes and gripped the covers tight in her fist, Mac settled balls deep in her.
“Are you all right?” he asked, covering her back with his body.
She nodded, unable to answer. She knew he was taking it slow and remaining still to give her a moment to adjust to the invasion. His hands came up around her and gripped her breasts again, as if to anchor himself to her. He pulled back and thrust again, this time hard, and she cried out in ecstasy.
“Yes!”
He repeated his motion over and over. She cried out again, loving the feel of him taking her in the ass. She thrust back, meeting him as he gripped her tight to him.
He quickened his thrusts, and she chanted his name over and over. Marcas MacArthur was consuming her. She would get what she asked for. She’d practically ordered him to fuck her hard, and that was exactly what he was doing.
His hand slid down her abdomen and dove between her folds, finding her swollen clit. He drew her slickness to her tiny bundle of nerves and strummed her sensitive flesh. That was all she needed to tip her over.
“Marcas!” she screamed, her orgasm slamming into her.
He released a grunt. Her body shook with the waves of her release flooding her. He roared behind her and emptied himself into her.
Mac pulled Sarena close to him as he shifted in the bed. Her delicious nakedness was pressed to his side, and he didn’t want it any other way. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, finding a small smile on her lips. She snuggled closer to him, and he adjusted the blanket over them to ensure she was comfortable. He leaned back against the pillows, thinking of the way she had strode in the house and basically laid down the law.
He chuckled with the thought of her feistiness. His cock jumped with the memory of her standing in her barely there lingerie, and he knew he couldn’t wake her. They’d made love for hours, and she had just gone to sleep about fifty minutes ago.
He’d let her rest for now, but in the morning, he couldn’t promise he’d be able to keep his hands, tongue, or cock away from her.
His eyes closed but flew back open at the sound of the ringing of a phone. He groaned, thinking it couldn’t be a worse time to receive a call. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand and found it to be a little after four in the morning. He reached over and grabbed his phone, but his was silent.
Her phone was ringing.
“Sarena,” he murmured, rubbing his hand along her back and settling it on her ass. What an ass it was. He grinned at everything he’d done to her perfectly plump rear. He felt the shiver that passed through her body. “Baby. Wake up. Your phone is ringing.”
Her eyes opened and were clouded with sleep. He was learning fast that she was a hard sleeper. He shook his head. Her confused eyes turned to him.
“Sarena. Your phone.”
“At this time? Oh God!”
She scrambled to break free from the blankets and turned on her side to grab her phone. She swiped the screen, but he caught the words ‘blocked’ on the screen before she placed it to her ear. “Hello.”
He knew it was none of his business who was calling and he couldn’t help but notice a slight twinge of an emotion he’d never experienced before rear its head in his chest.
Was this jealousy?
