Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
My sensitive, probably purple-colored ass and thighs connect with his jeans, and I grunt. The fabric stings my bruised skin, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Fuck…”
“We’re not done.” He remains still, not even attempting to lower himself. “Lift your ass in the air.”
“Ungh… Fuck… Mmm…” I’m releasing all sorts of noises as I curl my fingers on the carpet and jerk up, causing my ass to rub against the buttons of his jeans.
Christ.
This is oddly erotic.
“Higher. Let me see my tight, little hole.”
I strain, my back hurting a bit as I lift even more. Damn. I’m a top athlete and I still struggle with this.
Finally, my ass bumps against his thighs.
Slap.
I groan as his hand connects with my ass cheek, then he grabs it, and something cool and thick drops right in the middle of my entrance.
He just squirted lube, I realize, as a moan rips out of me.
“Now, put it in. Feed your ass to my cock,” he orders. “Make it good for me, yeah, baby?”
“O-okay.” I shift forward a bit until I feel the tip of his cock at my hole.
I catch the corner of my lip between my teeth as I push back into him. He doesn’t make any movements to help me, except for the way he’s grabbing a fistful of my ass, exposing my hole.
The thought of him watching that intimate part of me so closely should be embarrassing, but I’m so past that point.
Fuck. How did he manage to do it the other time?
“Make more of an effort.” He grunts deep in his throat as his cock throbs like crazy.
“I’m t-trying. You’re just too big.”
“Hmm. I like it when you compliment me. Here…let me help.” Slap.
I grunt, my muscles loosening, and the tip slips inside.
I moan, and he groans at the same time, the sound driving me crazy.
“Fucking hell, baby, you’re so warm and slippery wet.” He releases a groan. “And tight. So goddamn tight.”
“Do you like that?”
“I love that.”
With a deep breath, I push back again, taking a few more inches in, grunting and mewling like a goddamn whore. Because fuck me.
If I thought the other time was a fluke, I was so damn wrong. I’m enjoying the feel of him stretching me to fit his cock a bit too much.
“Mmm…fuck, baby…you’re taking my cock like a champ.”
“Fuck…” I slide back farther, fitting a couple more inches, my legs shaking.
“Jesus Christ… You’re doing so well.”
A bit more.
“Fuck… Mmm. My cock is the only cock you’ll ever take in this tight, little hole, isn’t it?”
“Obviously…” I breathe out.
He shoves his hips forward, and I stumble, but before I can fall, he wraps an arm around my middle and pushes me against the bed. I’m kneeling by the edge, hugging the mattress as he falls behind me, his shirt-covered chest glued to my back, still buried in me.
Marcus wraps the belt around my throat and jerks my head back so that he’s speaking close to my mouth. “Say that again.”
My lips part because he’s so close, and the new angle lets him go deeper. “Say…what?”
“That I’m the only one you’ll allow to fuck you.”
“You are.”
“Fucking hell, baby.” He thrusts all the way in, and I moan, dropping my head to the mattress.
“No.” He tugs on the belt, making me look at him. “Eyes on me when I own you, baby.”
It’s intense. The way he watches me, the way he touches me, the way he fucks me.
It’s all too…intense.
And I fall right into it as he thrusts deep, his groin slapping against my ass.
“Oh, fuck… Oh yes…”
“Stay with me, yeah?” Thrust. Hold. “Do you have any idea how many times I fantasized about fucking you like this?”
“You fantasized about me?”
“All the goddamn time.” He thrusts again, picking up the pace, ramming against that spot that makes my cock leak.
The bed bangs against the wall from the force of his thrusts, and I’m falling into the edge that is Marcus Osborn.
“More…” The word falls from me in a moan.
“More?”
“Yeah…show me how much you fantasized about me.”
“Jesus Christ.” He slams me into the bed with a brutal shove of his cock. “You take what I give you so well, you know that?”
“I d-do?”
He licks the spot behind my ear, then grabs my mouth. When I open, he spits inside and he grunts, and I’m in awe, because I just let him spit in my mouth.
I…don’t hate it.
If anything, my ears heat.
“You do…” Thrust. “You’re the only one who keeps me on edge. I don’t need anyone else.”
“You better not or I’ll slice your throat open and suck your blood dry—” My words end in a moan when he pounds me deeper, hitting that spot over and over again.
He chuckles darkly. “I told you. The way you become so adorably homicidal turns me on.”
“Oh, fuck… I’m going…”
“You want to come?”