Page 17 of His Starr Player

“All you’ve done is touch me!” I complained.

“Are you raising your voice?”

I huffed. “No.”

“That’s what I thought. I would have had to punish you if you did.”

“Please don’t punish me, Marcus. I need you, baby.”

“You need me?” he repeated.

“Yes. Real bad. I want to shove your face into my clit because you’re teasing me so bad.”

He smirked and yanked me down until I was flat on my back. I damn near got whiplash. It was like we were two professional wrestlers, and I was about to be folded into submission.

My knees had gotten pushed into my chest as he dove headfirst into my pussy after moving my lace panties to the side. His lips latched onto my clit, and he sucked my throbbing bead like an ice cream cone. He’d devoured the swirl and swallowed my ice cream whole. I was a mess on the bed, unable to run because he’d pinned me down.

“Marcus! Bae… Bae… I’m about to cum…”

“Drown me in your delicious ass juices. If I die, I die.”

I couldn’t even laugh at his corny ass joke because he’d pumped two fingers into my tense hole as he ate my soul out of my pussy. The feel of it had me ready to meet God at the pearly gates.

“Shit!” I relaxed onto the bed as I’d released the last of my orgasm. I looked into Marcus’s face and smiled.

“You got my face dripping like I’m the damn milk man. Hope you ready for this dick.”

“Let me catch my breath.”

“Not an option.”

“You’re not even going to wipe your face off first?”

“For what?”

“Oh, you’re a nasty man.”

“Glad you’re catching on, my love.”

I rolled my eyes. “At least let me get a water break. I set these out for between-round refreshments.” I motioned to the two bottles of water on the nightstand by the bed.

He chuckled. “Great hospitality.”

“Thanks. I try.”

I scooted over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the bottles. I held one out for him to take, and he chugged half the bottle before tossing it onto the bed. I took a couple of sips becauseI didn’t want a belly full of water with the prospect of being twisted like a pretzel still in the air.

“I want you face down and ass up, but I also want to fuck you missionary. Your face is too pretty not to admire while I stuff you with dick.”

“Marcus, please.”

“What? I’m serious.”

“My bathroom mirror will give you a great view of my face while you fuck me from the back.”

“Oh, let’s fuckin’ go.” He tugged me toward the bathroom.

“Slow down.” I stumbled over one of the many rugs in the bathroom. He helped me steady my feet before he looked around.

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