Page 54 of Best Man Speaking

His teeth make contact with my skin, nipping in the most delicious way.

I laugh and groan simultaneously before running my hands through his hair, pulling gently but firmly until his lips release me.

“Do you want to be inside me?” I ask, his heavy-lidded eyes on mine.

He takes my hand, repositioning himself so I can feel how thick and hard he is. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Then I want to be on top,” I say breathlessly, pushing us both up and away from the cushions until I straddle him, instantly more at ease.

“I have no complaints in the change of position. The view is phenomenal.” He seems to soak in the pure sight of me. “And considering you’ve just opted to ride me, I can imagine it’s only going to get better.”

“I swear muzzles were made for moments like this,” I reply, even as I grind myself against him.

I let the friction build, Marcus’s hips rising to meet mine as he bites down and tugs on one nipple and then the other, again and again, increasing their sensitivity.

“Condom?” I finally pant, and he complies, pulling it from where it had been discarded on the couch.

I rise to my knees as he shoves down his pants, taking his boxer briefs along with them, and my mouth waters.

It actually waters, and I hate myself.

He’s thick, somehow even better than I remembered, and my hand reaches out to stroke him without gaining permission from my brain. Marcus gasps before moving my hand away, rolling the condom quickly and succinctly down to his base. Secretly, irresponsibly, I’d love to try just once without one. To feel what it’s like to have him come inside me. But I can’t bring myself to ask for it.

“I’m looking forward to how hot and tight you’re going to feel as you slide down my cock.” He grasps my hips and positions me directly above him.

I lower myself slightly, and Marcus’s fingers press more firmly into my flesh, not pushing, not pulling, but seemingly tensing in some effort of self-control. Wrapping my hands around his wrists, I look to see his eyes already locked on where we’re so close to being joined, and I ease myself down.

The head of his cock slips in, and I moan, the stretch delectable as I move farther down his length. I pause before I take him fully, instead stroking back upward and lowering again, taking slightly more of him with each languid movement.

“Watching my cock disappear into you might be my favorite form of entertainment,” Marcus says, moaning on an exhale.

“More entertaining than watching your cock slip between my lips, your cum filling my mouth before I swallow you down?” I ask, cheeky and breathless, the thought of the act more arousing than it’s ever been.

His eyes flare, and he brings a hand to tangle in my hair, his bicep flexing as he uses his strength to help direct our movement. “Hallie, I could make a movie reel of all the ways I want to see myself move and come deep inside of you.”

I don’t fight the change in tempo, enjoying the new depth he’s able to find within me.

I grasp his shoulder, running my other hand down to rub circles against my clit, the slickness of my flesh easing the way. The image of me touching myself must scorch because Marcus increases the tempo of his thrusts. I rock my hips over his, matching him stroke for stroke, a sheen of perspiration glistening on our skin.

“Are your fingers slick, Hallie?” he asks, well aware of the answer.

“I’d offer you a taste to prove it, but I’m so close,” I whimper with pleasure, and my voice is unrecognizable.

“Here, I can help with that,” Marcus says, moving a hand between us. Tingles ricochet through my body as his thumb rubs circles over my clit. I gasp and shiver in his arms even as he says, “Give me a taste of those fingers, Hallie.”

I’m too far gone to be embarrassed as I lift them to his mouth, his hot tongue sucking them in long and deep.

He releases my fingers with a pop before he shifts us again, pulling my thighs closer to his torso, hitting deeper inside of me, and I bite my lip so as not to scream in pleasure. Cupping my ass with his large palm, he quickens my pace, even as he increases the pressure with which he strokes my clit. I might be the one ontop, but there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s the one fucking me.

“Are you going to come for me, Hallie?”

His breath is ragged, and I’m thankful his attention’s on me because I’m past words; I can only nod.

There’s an oversaturation of sensations as my skin ignites, fingers tingling as the intensity of my orgasm steals my words, my very breath.

When my lips finally part, there’s no muffling the sound of my pleasure.

It’s with my release that Marcus comes undone, thrusting again and again inside of me. He pulls me closer, driving deeper into me, removing all the empty space between us. His body tenses and jerks with his release, our bodies fused together in the aftermath of perfection.

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