Page 44 of Pretty Wild

“Oh, I want to, Princess. Bad.” To confirm his point, he takes my hand and places it on his crotch. His cock is…wow. Huge. Hard. Ready. “But if you’re not ready, that’s okay.”

“Marcus?” I ask, stepping into his personal space and pressing my body against his. “Take me inside.”

The door opens as I’m swept into his embrace. With one arm, he carries me inside, my feet never touching the ground until we’re in the living room.His eager mouth presses to mine. Immediately, I open, allowing his tongue to delve inside. He spins me around and lifts, setting me on the back of the couch. Stepping between my legs, he pulls me against him as my legs wrap around his waist.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the night I found you on the side of the road,” he whispers, running his mouth down the column of my neck.

“Really? I thought you hated me.”

“I was incredibly attracted to you, and it bothered me.”

“Why?”

He pulls back enough to meet my gaze. “Because I didn’t like the way you made me feel. I wanted you, but didn’t want to want you. Does that make sense?”

I nod, understanding completely. “Same, buster. Same.”

He takes my mouth with a bit more urgency this time, deepening the kiss and making my toes curl. “What do you saywe get this off?” he asks, sliding my dress up and exposing my thighs.

“Sounds like an amazing idea.”

Lifting my arms and balancing on the couch, I hold up my arms as he assists me in removing the sweatshirt. “I’ve been dying to get beneath one of these little sundresses since that night too.”

“Well, tonight’s your lucky night,” I say, slipping one spaghetti strap down my bare arm.

He follows the motion, his eyes riveted to the strap.

Suddenly, he reaches up and stops me from slipping my arm completely out of the strap. “Hold up.”

“What?” I ask, wondering what could possibly be wrong. Getting naked is sort of the first step before embarking into a sexually gratifying night.

A lazy grin plays across his lips. “I have an idea.”

He reaches around me and picks me up off the couch, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “What are you doing?” I ask, holding on for dear life, even though I know he can carry me. Marcus has proven to be plenty strong.

He walks over and makes sure the front door is locked before taking off for the bedroom. Neither of us pay Buddy any attention, even though he’s right behind us as we head up the stairs. Once we reach the bedroom, he all but tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a little and can’t help but giggle as I settle into the middle of the mattress.

He stands beside the bed, his eyes devouring me. “I’m going to eat your pussy, Princess, until you come. Then I’m going to fuck it and make you come again.”

Holy shit, Marcus Wright is a dirty talker.

My mouth goes completely dry at his direct words. My nipples pebble hard and my panties are soaked.

Is this man real?

Gorgeous, rugged, and a filthy talker. He’s the trifecta of ultimate masculinity, something I never expected to be attracted to or crave. And I definitely crave Marcus and what he’s promising. That big dick energy you hear others boasting about? Yep, he totally has it. In spades.

There’s only one thing I can say right now.

“Sign me up.”

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MARCUS

Iwas dangerously close to exploding in my jeans. Like a teenager.

Feeling her body pressed against mine, having her rock her pussy against my cock was enough to make me lose my mind. All I want to do was thrust, to take what she’s offering. To feel the walls of her pussy squeeze and milk everything I have to offer her.

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