Page 51 of Who Owns You?

Oh my fucking gods, I want to fuck him.

I pull my mouth off his cock, panting softly. The realization feels a shit ton more significant than any of the sexual acts I’ve done.

“I want to have sex with you,” I blurt, my cheeks heating.

Marcus’ head lolls to the side, and he looks down at me with a smile. His cock bobs, and I swallow. “I was hoping you’d come to that realization. I’ve wanted you to fuck me since, like…the second day we met, almost the first day, but I didn’t want to be too weird.”

I snicker and press a kiss to his thigh as I stand, pulling off my sleep shirt and tossing it into the corner. My whole body is bare to him now, and I do my best not to suck in. Even if I feel like the baddest bitch there is right now. It’s hard to keep myself from overthinking about how my belly jiggles as I climb onto the bed.

Straddling his thighs, I slowly crawl up his long body until the ridge of his cock presses against my sex. My pussy is weeping all over him, and his cock jerks, happy to be showered in my lust.

“We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready,” he says in a dazed voice as he slips his hand from behind his head to rest on my hips.

“I know. I want this so badly.” I gasp softly as I lift my hips and his cockhead notches at my entrance. He’s fucking huge, and it’s not even in yet. I’m going to die on his dick, and it’s going to be epic. “Jesus.”

“Nope, just Marcus,” he says as a joke, gently stroking my skin with his thumbs until I finally get the courage to sink down just a little.

His cock head finally breaches my tight pussy, and I mewl like a kitten. The stretch is fucking divine, the little sting hardly noticeable in comparison to the tingles of pleasure that race through me. With another panting breath, I drop myself down onto the rest of his cock.

We cry out together, and I think I can see heaven. The clouds part, and the shiny pearly gates have a No Entry sign posted.

“Oh, Charlotte,” Marcus hisses, sliding his knees toward my back until his feet are flat on the bed.

He bucks up inside me, and if he weren’t already pressed tightly to my cervix, he would be battering it into oblivion.

“Marcus,” I moan, scrambling for purchase on his stone chest.

I finally grab his shoulder, leaning over so my breasts are in his face. My spine is a little stretched, but it works, and the discomfort is more than worth it when he takes one of my aching nipples into his mouth and sucks.

I whimper when he expertly rolls his tongue around the aching bud as he fucks into me from below. The pleasure is never ending, and all too soon, the pressure of an orgasm builds. I groan and dig my nails into his stone skin. The slight give telling me he’s alive is the only thing keeping my nails from cracking.

“I’m going to come.” I whimper again, head tipping back.

He releases my nipple for a moment. “Then come and keep fucking coming. I’m not stopping until we’ve ruined this bed.”

The growl of his words vibrates against my overly sensitive skin before he goes back to work on my breasts, switching from one to the other at a maddeningly quick pace.

The sharp zaps of pleasure from my nipples and the staccato pounding in the deepest parts of my pussy, his ridges massaging my walls and stroking over my G-spot with every thrust—combine all that with the stretch, and just fucking do me in.

With all those ridges, I never stood a chance.

I shatter around his cock with a cry. My orgasm makes me shake and quiver on top of him, my hips rolling and rocking to drain every ounce of pleasure from this.

He groans like he’s in torment but keeps up the pace, never once slowing down or letting his hips stutter.

“Coming…again,” I croak, the pleasure not letting me get a proper lungful of air.

I don’t fucking care, though, because this orgasm is even better than the first. It leaves my vision fucking white, and my toes curl as I squirt all over the gargoyle fucking me into oblivion.

“Fuck, yes, Charlotte, I’m going to come in this tight little pussy,” he groans, letting his head tip back against the bed.

He tightens his hands on my hips and picks up his speed, pounding into me like I’m nothing but a doll for his pleasure. It’s something I never thought I would be into, but it gets me the hell off.

I whine from the intense pleasure as my pussy doesn’t stop spasming around his length. Then, an intense flood of heat fills me as Marcus groans. His cum fills me up and spills out, coating the insides of my thighs and going all over him.

He flexes his fingers against my hips before he slips his hands up my spine and brings me down to lie on his chest. The tender touches make my cheeks heat, my chest filling with adoration.He’s warm and solid beneath all my softness. The contrast between us is beautiful and feels so dang good.

Shivering lightly and panting, I press my face into his rock-hard chest and giggle. “That was incredible.”

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