Page 70 of Ruthless Secrets
“Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby,” he groans as he fucks me harder.
“Marco!”
“That’s my girl,” he pants in my ear as I clench around his cock. “Keep going, Clara.”
I’m clawing at Marco’s back as I come, digging my heels into his ass to push him even deeper inside me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” He grabs hold of the headboard to steady himself.
I watch in awe as Marco comes, his face a picture of pure agony followed by the sweetest pleasure.
His body shudders beneath my fingertips and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me so fiercely that it takes my breath away.
I don’t know how long we spend kissing with our bodies still joined together. It’s as if neither one of us wants the experience to end.
But eventually, Marco pulls away and slowly slides himself free.
“I’m just going to go clean up.” He kisses me once more.
I let out a contented sigh as I watch him walk into the bathroom.
My body feels exhausted, but in a good way. I haven’t felt pleasure like that in…well, since the night Zoe was conceived.
As Marco cleans himself up, I climb under the covers. I know I should probably go back to my room, but I’m not ready to let Marco go just yet.
When he comes out of the bathroom and spies me snuggled up in his bed, he grins before sliding into bed beside me.
“That was even better than last time,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Mmm…”
Marco chuckles before wrapping his arms around my body and pulling me against him. He’s still hard, but I’m too exhausted to do anything about that right now.
“Sleep well,” he whispers as I start to drift off.
As I fall asleep wrapped in Marco’s arms, a sense of acceptance that I’ve not felt in a long time washes over me.
Chapter Sixteen
MARCO
Without opening my eyes,I inhale deeply and bite back a moan as I’m hit with the scent of strawberries. My cock twitches as I think about pulling Clara against me and burying myself inside her sweet pussy once more, but as I reach across the bed for her, I find it empty and cold.
“Clara?” My stomach sinks.
How long ago did she leave?
I peel open my eyes and wince at the sunlight streaming in through the window.
It’s rare for me to wake up after the sun has risen, but then it’s been a while since I’ve had a reason to stay in bed. Though it seems Clara doesn’t feel the same.
Maybe she got up to check on Zoe. It’s a plausible explanation, but I can’t help but fear that I may have overstepped, and she didn’t have the heart to leave last night.
Wasn’t she just saying yesterday that she wanted to take things slow?
Going on a date followed by sex is not exactly the definition of taking things slow, even if it was incredible.
I just have to hope that I haven’t fucked things up before we’ve even started.
