Page 22 of The Status Situation

Maybe it will fit, but it’s going to be tight. He’s long and fat, and my ovaries are practically panting with anticipation.

With nothing left to be said, I rise onto my knees a bit as he shoves my panties off to the side and positions himself at my entrance. I quickly send up a silent little prayer that he’s not about to rip me in two.

“Maria,” he murmurs, and my eyes snap open. “Eyes on me, baby.”

I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes.

Slowly, I begin to lower myself onto him, and because I’m so wet already, the head slips in without any resistance. I gasp in surprise as Mark hisses through his teeth, and his hands fly to my hips, his grip so hard his fingers are digging into my flesh.

“Easy,” he tells me.

I nod and keep going. The whimper that escapes my lips as my pussy swallows him inch by agonizing inch is embarrassing as hell. But he’s stretching me further than I’ve ever been stretched before, and when he’s fully seated inside me, my pussy clenches tightly around his length.

“Jesus,” he growls, squeezing my hips even harder. He lifts a hand to brush the hair I had been hiding behind out of my face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just… I need a minute,” I gasp. “You aren’t exactly small.”

He nods, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I know.”

Other than kissing me, Mark doesn’t move, and I know it’s because he’s giving me the time I need for my body to adjust. The sting is intense, so it takes a moment, but it eventually lessens to the point where I feel like I can move. Tentatively, I rock my hips, testing to be sure, and the feel of his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside of me makes me moan loudly.

He groans, his grip on me tightening. “Don’t do that unless you're ready, Maria. I’m barely holding it together as it is.”

“I’m ready,” I murmur before pressing my lips against his as I move my arms around his neck.

He grips my ass and lifts me as if I weigh nothing at all, and then he lowers me back down. The move is slow, deliberate, and we moan together in unison.

“So fucking tight,” he grinds out.

My head falls back against my shoulders as my hips snap against his at a pace that’s much more in tune with how insanely turned on I am. He feels so fucking good, like heaven, and already I can feel the fire ignite in my lower belly.

With his hands on my hips again, he helps me ride him, harder and faster. My moans fill the air around us, getting louder and louder as I fly toward the edge of climax.

The sound of our bodies coming together consumes me, and I stop worrying about the fact that we are in public.

At any moment, someone could come down the road, park in one of the spots next to Mark’s car, and see us fucking. They’d either call the cops, and we’d go to jail and be put on the sex offender registry, or they’d watch us like dirty little freaks. Either way, I don’t care. In fact, the possibility of getting caught makes this feel all the more forbidden, and forbidden is always hotter. At least in my opinion.

The fire in my abdomen continues to grow, faster and faster, until it’s all-consuming. Mark’s name leaves my lips in a moan, and his fingers dig into my ass, no doubt leaving bruises.

“Come with me, baby,” he tells me through gritted teeth. It takes a moment for it to register that he’s actually holding off his own orgasm as he waits for me to reach mine.

It’s that knowledge that has me completely falling apart. I scream his name, my whole body going tense and rigid as the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had takes hold of my body. My thighs quiver and shake, my pussy rippling and clenching over and over again.

Mark curses as he impales me on his cock. It swells inside of me, pumping heavily as it fills me with his cum. There’s so much of it, I’m surprised it doesn’t start leaking out of me.

Grabbing the back of my neck gently, he guides my mouth back to his, and he kisses me passionately. There’s so much feeling and emotion in that one kiss that it nearly brings tears to my eyes.

“I’m falling for you, Maria,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’m falling for you really fucking hard.”

Whether he notices me tense or not, he doesn’t show it as he presses a chaste kiss to my swollen lips and then holds me against him.

We head back home not long after we fix our clothing, and his words are echoing in my head the entire time. One would think that I’d be over the moon after his confession, if that’s what that was, but instead, it scares me more than the thought of him leaving. I can’t even explain why I find it so terrifying either.

If he falls for me, it means he wants to stick around, right? Isn’t that what I want? I thought it was. I mean, hell, any girl would be lucky as hell to have Mark fall for her, so what’s the issue? Why does it feel like I’m completely shutting down the idea?

I am so lost in the downward spiral that is my thoughts that I didn’t even realize I had gone the whole drive back to my place without saying a word. It’s only when Mark opens my door that I realize where we are, and I smile sheepishly as I take his hand and allow him to pull me out of the car.

As we walk to the front door of the building, he holds my hand firmly in his, as if he’s afraid to let me go. It’s obvious that he has sensed the change in me now, and I wish that I could reassure him, but I don’t have the slightest idea of what to say. How can I, when I don’t even know what’s going on myself?