Page 63 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

I took full advantage, thrusting my tongue in.I wanted to claim him.Own him.Mark him as mine.Ruin him for any other man.

Wait…what?

This was just a fling, right?I mean, not even a fling.Just a fuck.Because there couldn’t be anything more between us.

Why not?

Before I could wage the internal debate, Marcus slid his hand down my side to my flank, then across to my ass.He grasped a cheek, squeezed it, then thrust up against me.Our cocks brushed.My insides lit.

I broke the kiss and pulled away, then shimmied down his body until I was between his thighs.

His cock angled up toward his stomach—red, angry, and leaking precum.

I swiped my tongue across the head.

He bucked.

A grin spread across my face.I grasped his cock and gave it a good couple pumps.

“Jesus, Cadence.”

The way he said my name—through gritted teeth—made me smile.

Our gazes locked, and I gauged every nuance of pleasure I could wring from him as I licked his cock from root to tip.I sucked on the head and flicked the slit with my tongue.

His eyes rolled back.

Swallowing him down was easy.Holding myself in check as I fucked him with my mouth was a whole other thing.Our gazes locked again, and his pupils blew wide as I edged him closer to orgasm.

Whimpers and moans and sighs escaped him.He grasped the sheet and tugged.

I sucked harder.

“Please, stop.”A hoarse whisper.

Immediately, I pulled back.

“No,” he howled.

I cocked an eyebrow.

He winced.“I was coming.”

“So…what’s your point?”

“I was going to come in your mouth.”His brow furrowed.

“I wanted you to come in my mouth.”This wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

“I, uh, you like that?”

He seemed genuinely confused.

“I love that.Why, don’t you?”

That brow knit further.

Oh, shit.

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