Page 82 of Our Broken Pieces
My eyelids start to feel heavy. “I’m getting sleepy.”
“Same. We did a lot today.”
“Today was the best day in the history of all days.”
He kisses my hair. “I’m glad you think so, princess.”
I wake up to the sound of thunder. Gloomy light fills the room, so I roll over and see Marcus on his back, still sleeping. I slide over and snuggle against him, my head on his chest, my leg looped around his. The sound of his heartbeat soothing me.
Yesterday was a complete whirlwind. I’m glad I planted the seed to stay in the room all day, because I’m still exhausted. Plus, now that I know what sex with Marcus offers, the amusement park sounds dull. It’s like all the excitement of a rollercoaster, but lasts a hell of a lot longer. And something tells me we just broke the surface of the fun.
I’m drawing circles on his chest, lost in my sex thoughts, when I feel him move. He looks down at me. “Good morning.”
“Hi. It’s raining.”
He rolls me onto my back, kissing my neck. “That’s a shame,” he says sarcastically. I feel his dick harden against me as he pulls back the duvet. “Are you sore?”
“My ass is.” I laugh.
“Let me see.”
I roll to my side, then return to my back. He has a highly satisfied smile on his face. “We should have put ice on it last night.”
“I sort of like it.” I shrug.
He shakes his head, eyes sparkling. “You’re perfect.” His lips roam across my shoulder, then down to my breast. He grips the flesh, circling my nipple with his tongue. He moves to the other, sucking so hard my back arches. I feel my clit throbbing as he continues. My hands thread through his hair, directing his headback to my other breast. He has the other nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting and pinching as he sucks and licks. My hips move, seeking anything for friction. His breaths are sharp through his nose against my skin.
I feel the familiar feeling creeping through me. Holy fuck, is he going to make me come just by playing with my tits?
“Marcus I-I think I’m going to come.”
He moves back to the other side, this time taking my nipple in between his teeth, biting down, and that does it. The pain sends me over the edge, and I come. His hand moves to my pussy, pressing his palm against my clit, and I yell out his name. I feel like I’m levitating off of the bed.
As I take deep breaths, he gives one final lick. I cover my eyes with my arm. “Holy fuck, you made me come by playing with my tits.”
His hand leaves my clit, removing my arm from my face. “There are a lot of ways I can make you come. But now it’s my turn. Get on all fours for me.”
I spin to my stomach and he lifts my hips. I barely have a chance to raise my chest from the mattress before he slams into me. I cry out as he grabs my hips, showing me no mercy. “Fuck, Marcus, you feel huge right now.”
“Promise you’ll tell me if I get too rough.”
“I promise. Don’t hold back, please.”
“Fuck, princess. I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”
“I’ll tell you if you need to slow down. Please fuck me like you mean it, Marcus.” He keeps a hard pace, each thrust forcing a moan from my mouth. I can feel my orgasm building.
“My handprint on your ass is so beautiful.” His voice drips with admiration as he flips me to my back, bringing my wrists above my head with one hand, guiding his cock inside me with the other. I feel like I’m going to split in two with how deep heis. “It’s like I can’t get deep enough, Gigi. God, I just want to be deeper inside you.”
I feel his hips lose rhythm and my eyes squeeze shut as I come. My screams and his moans echo through the suite as we find our release together. We’re both a sweaty mess by the time I’m able to open my eyes. Marcus brings his hand to my cheek and smiles. “Good morning, princess.”
I giggle. “Good morning, Charming.”
He lies beside me, pulling me to his chest and covering me with the duvet. His hand runs up and down my back, and I lie in the warmth of his arms.
“Do you know how beautiful you are when you come?”
“No, you should tell me.”
