Page 68 of Fumble Into the End Zone

“I live here,” I said, and his brows furrowed.

“You came to exchange your clothes?” he asked, and I found myself speechless.

“Marcus, what are you doing here?”

“I came for my woman. I checked the GPS, and she was on restricted property,” he said.

Marcus pulled me by the waist into his body, and a fire sparked between us. His hands found my neck as he bit down on a piece of his lip. I swallowed hard as my body heated.

“Restricted?” I questioned in a whisper.

He examined my face seductively. “Anytime you’re not with me or where you should be. It’s a restricted area, Mia.”

“You no longer live here, and you’ll tell me in about five minutes,” he said before his lips landed on my mouth.

The taste of him had my pussy wet before he caressed my ass. Marcus kneeled and lifted me in the air. I hugged his neck as he carried me into the bedroom. With my back on the bed, he tossed his shirt. The sight of his structured body heated my core. I touched my shirt, and he seized my hand.

“No. I’m doing all the work,” he said.

I remained motionless as he removed one leg from my jeans. He gripped and kissed my inner thigh up to my feet. He pushed his tongue through each toe and I gasped. Marcus repeated the same motion as he removed my other pants leg.

“Black panties,” he whispered as he rubbed my pussy lips through the fabric.

“You must not be happy to see me, Mia. Your pussy isn’t wet enough,” he said.

My mouth parted because I was near my first orgasm. You could surf from the wetness alone. Marcus rounded the bed and enclosed his mouth around mine. He sucked on my tongue as he pulled up my shirt. I moaned as he broke our kiss but smirked at the sight of the hard dick above my head. Our tongues danced again as he rubbed my body, maneuvered his hands behind myback, and unsnapped my bra. He broke the kiss and rounded the bed again.

Marcus pressed his thumb against my clit and my back arched.

“I was thinking I need some motivation for when I’m on the road. I want a video of you cumming for me, Mia. Can I have a video, Mia?” he asked as his thumb circled my clit.

“Yes, baby, yes,” I said.

Marcus applied more pressure with his thumb and slipped a finger inside me. He stroked me with two fingers and massaged my clit. The sound of wetness echoed through the space and my back arched.

“Cum for the camera, Mia,” he instructed.

I peered down to see him holding a phone aimed at my pussy and he sent pleasurable heat through me. Spreading my legs wider because I wanted to cum for him, I added my hands to the mix to assist in my impending arrival.

“Got damn, my bad girl has arrived,” he said, and I raised from the bed and released repeatedly.

“Keep it coming, Mia,” he coached.

I slammed my body back on the bed and panted. He grabbed my hand and pushed it into his mouth. “Damn, let me clean you up,” he said.

Marcus dropped to his knees and planted his face in between my thighs and circled his tongue anywhere he pleased. He swiped my clit, and my eyes jolted open. It was sensitive, and he didn’t give a damn because he pulled it into his mouth. I squirmed until a rush of intensity traveled up my spine. The sensation anchored me upward as cum left my body.

My eyes fluttered closed until he pinched my thigh. He shook his head left-to-right, signaling he wasn’t finished. Marcus crawled in between my thighs, and entered my opening. Therawness of his dick caused my mouth to part. He pounded my pussy.

“Look at my bad girl taking this pleasure,” he said as he gripped my waist.

The more he stroked me, the more the pleasure of the skin to skin sent me over the edge.

“Mia, you like being my woman, don’t you?” he questioned, and I panted as he increased the speed.

“I’m talking to you,” he said.

“Yes, I love being your woman,” I said, nearing another release.

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