Page 48 of Cocky Jerk

It’s everything.

The faster I ride him, the more frantic I become. Every sensitive nerve comes alive, and it feels like fireworks are going off inside of my body. I try to slow down, to savor the sensation, but I can’t. I’m at the mercy of my pleasure.

Marco must sense this because, in one sudden move, his hands slide from the back of my thighs up to my hips. He pulls me down with such force, my knees give out and I find myself actually sitting on his face. My body surrenders to his mouth and I come fast and hard, pleasure ripping through my body with a violent force.

When it seems impossible for me to take another stroke of his tongue, he lifts me off his mouth and rolls me onto my back. My eyes fight for focus as my gaze finds his handsome face. Licking his lips devilishly, he reaches for a condom and tears the foil packet open with his teeth.

Trying to catch my breath, I watch as he rolls it on his thick shaft. Sheathed, he fists his cock for a second before taking my arms and pinning them over my head.

My hair, damp from sweat and a matted mess, sticks to my face. I go to tuck it behind my ears so I can get a better look at him when he enters me, but his hold on my hands tighten.

“Keep your hands above your head and your body still,” he demands roughly.

My lips part in protest, but he shakes his head and gives my wrists another squeeze. Bringing one hand to my face, he gently brushes the hair away from my eyes. His other hand joins in the task and I struggle to keep my arms over my head as requested. A whimper escapes the back of my throat as he combs his fingers through my curls, giving them a hard pull. Growling, he fans my curls over the pillow and meets my gaze.

“Better,” he murmurs before lowering his head and taking my mouth. I’m not sure where he gets his patience or his stamina from. Until tonight a part of me wondered if he was all smoke and mirrors, but the man has every right to be as cocky as he is when it comes to sex. If this is what it’s like being fucked by a gentleman, well, sign me up for seconds... and thirds.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he says against my mouth.

He sucks my lower lip between his teeth before releasing it and peppering kisses down the smooth column of my neck. It becomes increasingly harder to keep my hands off him, especially when he grabs my hips and gets on his knees between my legs. Pulling me closer, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance. Closing my eyes, I bite the inside of my cheek and wait to feel him inside of me.

“Antonia, give me your eyes,” he orders.

Looking at him as he fills me makes me feel very vulnerable. My eyes are like a piece of glass, a window to every emotion. I can’t hide behind the tough girl façade. Every feeling and every thought are all on display for him. It’s very intimate and equally terrifying.

“Thatta’ girl,” he praises, dipping his head to touch his forehead to mine. He slides into me, inch by inch, stretching me until I’m fully impaled. “God, you feel amazing,” he murmurs as he begins to move.

In and out.

Slow and steady.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine fills my ears and the scent of sex assaults my senses. I realize this is like nothing I have ever experienced before and when he picks up his pace, I make a solemn vow to never settle for less.

Unable to hold my orgasm at bay any longer, I clench around him, coming just as fiercely as I did the first time. With his eyes pinned to mine, he continues to pound into me, chasing his own orgasm. I watch in fascination as his face distorts with pleasure and when he groans my name, I swear it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard.

He gives me his weight, burying his face in the crook of my neck and instinctively I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me.

“You're making me soft,” I whisper once I’ve caught my breath.

Lifting his head, he looks down at me.

“Say what?”

“I’m not the girl who has the urge to cuddle after sex.”

A blank expression crosses his face before he pushes himself up and starts to roll off me. My legs tighten around his waist, keeping him in place and he raises an eyebrow quizzically.

“But I want to right now,” I continue. As soon as the words leave my lips, I feel my cheeks heat. Marco grins back at me and wraps his arms around my waist, rolling us so we’re both on our sides, our legs intertwined.

“I like you soft,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t usually cuddle either.”

“Not part of the gentleman code of ethics?”

He laughs, curling a strand of my hair around his finger.

“Actually, you’re the first girl to spend the night in my bed.”

That surprises me considering he was so adamant about this little sleepover.

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