Page 26 of A Father's Bliss

Pressing the toy harder to my clit, it takes a literal second before my entire body combusts, my orgasm tearing through me like an explosion. My vision darkens, my muscles contract, and air evades me for what feels like forever as I clamp down on Marcus, flooding his cock with my release in perfectly timed intervals. I latch onto his thigh in an attempt to hold me in place, but with the toy still hovering on top of my clit, I can’t even think, let alone not move.

I’m not sure when I take my first breath, or when the fire slowly starts to ebb, but when he removes the rose and my arm from around his neck, I’m a noodle. A limp, drenched noodle.

“Holy shit.”

Marcus grunts out a laugh, clicking off the vibrator and tossing into the bag before stroking my hair. “You did so well, sweetheart.”

“Ha. Did I?”

He nods, helping me to sit up. “You did. But now, it’s my turn.”

“You’ll have to help me stand. I think I lost all function.”

Marcus adjusts, lifting me from his dick with ease before standing up behind me. “Not a problem at all.”

Before I have time to complain about the sudden loss of him or the fact he has me standing on my noodle legs, he turns me around and grips my hips again, picking me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist.

He shakes his slacks down, letting them pool at his feet before he walks us over next to the door leading into the cabin. Pressing my back into it, he uses it as an aid to be able to hook his arms under my knees.

I gasp at his strength and the new angle, to which he simply smirks. “Comfortable?”

“I mean it’s okay,” I joke, meanwhile, my insides are twisted with desire all over again.

He narrows his eyes playfully before drawing his hips back, lining up his erection to my entrance. “Let’s see if we can fix that, yeah?”

I barely have time to nod before he slams into me full force.

I cry out at the intrusion but he swallows it whole, capturing my lips with his in a much more commanding way than before. He deepens the kiss as he drives in and out, telling me a million things with his tongue while demanding my soul with his cock.

By the time he breaks from my mouth, my core is tight with an entirely new fire, and his dark gaze only enhances it. “You fit me so unbelievably well.”

It’s a challenge to keep my eyes from closing against the overwhelming pressure building low in my stomach, the plug in my ass hitting a new spot every time he plows into me. “I do, huh?”

“Perfectly.” He smirks. “Like you were crafted just for me.”

My bottom lip disappears beneath my teeth as his words do a number on my heart. One night and this man has managed to finesse his way into parts of me that have never been touched. What the hell am I going to do after?

Luckily, Marcus doesn’t allow me to dwell on that thought because the next time he thrusts into me, stars sprinkle the edge of my vision. Over and over, he slams into me, and when I’m all but gasping for breath, he jerks open the door next to us.

He carries me into the cabin and into a room, all the while interchanging between kissing my mouth and neck. When we get a small room that only houses a bed and nightstand, he tosses me on the mattress.

I slip from him completely, the loss so much deeper than before. But he’s quickly back on top of me, ripping off his dress shirt before pressing his hands into the spot just under my knee to keep my thighs spread apart.

His gaze burns into my flesh, and while I’m sure I look a mess with wild hair, my bra still under my breasts, and skirt askew, it’s as if he’s never seen something he’s wanted more. And that notion is what drives my next words.

“Fuck me, Marcus. Fuck me like you want to keep me but know you can’t.”

His dimple makes an appearance as he lines back up. “It’s cute you think I’m not going to.”

Then, he slams back inside.

When I drive into Renee this time, her arms fly over her head, her fingers curling around the nearest pillow as if it will somehow help her. She draws it down over her face, her screams becoming muffled under the fabric.

“Take it off,” I command, annoyed I could no longer see her flushed cheeks and blown pupils. “I want to hear every single sound.”

Like the good girl she is, she throws it to the side, and instead, latches around my neck. I slam into her with a punishing force, pulling my cock out all the way to the tip before pushing back inside. Sweat beads at my temples as I work into her, her warm, incredibly wet walls squeezing around me every time I drag against them.

She arches when I completely fill her, the pressure in her pussy and the constant nudge my hips give the plug clearly doing a number on her.

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