Page 121 of The One With the Mountain Man

"Please, Jackson."

My dick jumped to attention at that. "I'm sorry, you're just going to have to wait. The condoms are upstairs."

"Go bare, Jackson."

I froze. Completely deadly frozen. We'd never gone without a condom. Never even discussed it. "I'll only be a minute. Promise."

She wiggled her shirt down just enough to see me. "I'm serious. We're practically married at this point. If you had a disease you would have told me by now and you know I'm taken care of."

My dick and my balls were having a party without me. They were so excited that if she said bare one more time I'd probably come all over her just from the idea of it.

Because trust me, I'd had plenty of fantasies. The most primitive urge to mark her as mine. I didn't have much need for taking care of myself these days, but when I did, it was to images of that. Painting her skin, seeing it leak from where I'd just pleasured her, all of it.

I had never gone bare before because aside from knowing it felt different, I had never been with anyone I'd risk it with.

But Marley was no risk. She was it. Everything.

I took myself in hand and stroked. "Say it again, Lee. Say it and mean it."

She ditched the shirt altogether which was fine, we'd do that again another day. "I want you, Jackson. With nothing between us. We're for always."

"We're for always," I repeated, my voice thick and hoarse as I kneed up onto the bed and between her open legs. I hissed when I brushed the head of my cock against her seam and found her dripping wet for me. "Like this?"

She arched from the barest of touches. "Please?"

I bent my head and sucked on her nipple until she was clawing at my back, with her hips writhing and my dick sliding through her folds.

"Can't rush this, Lee. Need to memorize every second of this." I moved to her other nipple and sucked. They became hard, thick nubs against my tongue. That's when I knew she was ready for more. I gently nibbled with my teeth until my dick was so wet with her arousal, I knew I'd slide home where I belonged on the first push. "I'm not going to last long, but I'm not coming without you. I need to feel you squeezing my dick when I fill you up for the first time." I almost growled, that's how much of my brain had been taken over by this urge to mark her.

Her head thrashed from side to side. "Please. I need you. I'm dying."

A grin took over my face as I reached between us and sank the head of my cock into her sweet heat. "Hold on, Lee." I thrust in a single, mind-altering push, sheathing myself entirely. "Oh fuck. Jesus, Marley." My feet flexed, my hips surged, and my vision blurred as lightning shot through my veins.

Her nails sank into my ass. "Yesssssss."

She pulsed around me, all wet and hot and soft and mine. "I'm never leaving. Not ever. We're dying like this."

"I'm okay with that," she panted, her hips already moving. "Fuck me, Jackson. Please. Wild like I wanted."

Which was a good thing because that was all I had in me after that. I lost my damn mind chasing more and more and more of this sensation. She looked up at me with sex-drunk eyes while pulling her lower lip between her teeth and alternated that with staring at the place where our bodies met, appreciating the sight of me fucking her bare.

She was wet as a damn river and the sounds of our lovemaking quickly turned to wet smacks and grunts for more. The harder I took her the higher her flush crept over her skin. Her cheeks were almost red, her eyes bright. I memorized it all. Where her skin was mottled, I sucked a hard kiss, leaving a hickey, making all of it match a nice dark shade of well-fucked.

The animal in me fully took over, needing to hear her scream my name. I looped an arm under her waist, my hand splayed on the small of her back, my fingers working down her crack, holding her where I wanted her as I swung my hips, pounding against her clit every time I buried my cock deep inside her.

I teased her with my fingers, delighting when the flush on her skin grew even darker, turning the tips of her ears red too.

Then she tugged on her nipples and fell apart in my arms. "Jackson! Oh my...Jackson!" Her grunts and moans echoed off everything. The walls, my skin, my brain cells. Every squeeze of her orgasm turned me blind until finally I let myself go. It barreled through me like a freight train, and it didn't matter that there was an IUD ensuring nothing came of this. For the first time I filled her withme. It was deep inside her along with my dick and in a few minutes I'd watch as it seeped out of her as evidence she was mine. Marked. Filled.

I collapsed and rolled, refusing to remove my cock from its favorite place in the universe. I liked feeling the mix of us surrounding what was left of my erection and the small quakes still trembling through her.

"Good?" I finally managed to get out.

"I think I saw the end of time. I might be dead. You might have killed me."

I watched as my dick finally slipped free and the first drops of our lovemaking trickled out, pooling on her thigh.

"Are you going to paint me with your stuff?" she laughed. "You seem quite proud of yourself, Mr. Finn."

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