Page 78 of Marked By Him

“YOU DO!” she screams.

I spread her legs wider and rub her clit to make her screams even sharper.

…to make her thighs quake around me and her jaw drop open as I bottom out and rub her with just the right motion she needs.

She comes all over again, rolling into another orgasm that feels amazing on my cock. It’s another form of a massage, her pussy walls spasming all around me, sending slippery shocks of pleasure up my shaft.

She’s beyond sensitive seconds after her orgasm. Her cries join the other sounds in the room as my body becomes a piston. I grope her breasts and fuck her into the mattress, needing to feel every last inch of her pussy.

My fingers grip at her trimmed patch of pubic hairs and tug, stroking deep inside her. I watch the way her eyes snap shut and she quakes from the new sensation I’ve brought her. Brief blips of pain contrasting the waves of pleasure.

It’s what I feel too.

Pain throbs away from my ribs and other injuries. But then come the untold levels of feel-good chemicals that Monroe and her pussy bring me. I pant and stroke, bearing down harder and faster. I rut away until I can’t take it another second.

Then my climax hits and my release pours out of me.

I slam my hips into Monroe a final time and fist her curls to force her head back. We meet for a hot, passionate kiss as I empty myself inside her. During any past encounters, I’ve refrained from coming inside the woman I was having sex with by using condoms.

Things between me and Monroe are different. From weeks of surveillance, I’m not only aware she has an IUD, but we’vereached a level of familiarity with each other… that it just feels natural.

As I fill her up with my cum, she moans, confirming she feels the same. She’s still buzzing from her orgasms, her pussy pulsing around me.

We’ve made a mess. Welooka mess.

I’m covered in blood and bruises. She leaks my cum, her curls a tangled cloud as she lays under me and catches her breath. I can’t resist planting another kiss on her lips, licking at her mouth possessively.

It really is true.

There’s no turning back for either of us.

18.Jin

“You know,your hair is always so… messy,” Monroe teases the next morning. She’s lying on her side, a playful smile on her lips as she reaches over and tousles her fingers through my hair. “It’s always getting in your eye or sweeping over your brow. Ever consider this thing civilization calls, you know, a haircut?”

I grin back at her, grabbing at her wrists to pry her hands away. I push her back against the pillows and hover over her lips, peering down at her. “I’m a busy man, Tokki-ya. I don’t have time for such trivialities.”

“Oh please!” she laughs. “Between beating up people who owe you money and getting into fights to the death, you mean?”

She hasn’t stopped teasing me about last night’s Gyeol-sa. The bruises, swollen flesh, and gashes alarm her, but it seems to be the only way she can cope with me having them. By making light of it, since I won’t let her dote over me like a nurse.

“Yes, exactly. Now you understand. I’m a Ho-gwi in the Baekho Pa. I’m very important.”

Her eyes twinkle looking up at me. “Tell me about it. You had a whole crew in that alley.”

I kiss her to silence her. My way of changing the subject from that night in the alleyway. Monroe believes it changed her life forever—for the worse, by how she’s described it—and I believe the same.

But while I feel guilt that it happened the way it did, a growing part of me doesn’t regret it. If I had never marked her, or if she had never stumbled down the alley in the first place, we wouldn’t be together in my bed right now.

A surprise twist of circumstance that I’m not sure I can give up.

I’ve been as emotionally unavailable as a person can be. Yet Monroe has somehow penetrated the shield I’ve worn my entire life.

She’s…disarmedme. Slowly over time, before I even registered what was happening.

“What about this bonnet?” I ask, reaching up for the satin cap she’s wearing. Her reflexes are impressively quick to stop me. She swats off my hands, then tugs the bonnet more firmly over her hairline.

“Don’t touch a Black woman’s bonnet, Jin!” she warns in a pouty manner.

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