Page 34 of Shooting for his Heart
The guttural grunts that followed showed that he was impressed. With no gag reflex, I could take the length of him down easily. Picking up the tempo, I lifted my eyes to his to gauge just how much he was enjoying my display of affection. Knitted brows framed the dark eyes that bore into me like daggers as I devoured him over and over and over again. I was insatiable when it came to him. Saliva dripped from my mouth, trickling down my neck and pooling in my cleavage.
Marshawn’s thighs were soaked, but I continued to bob my head up and down, taking him down my throat in his entirety before almost pulling him all the way out of my mouth then sucking him back in again. Marshawn’s face continued to contort until it looked as if he would cry. Instead, his body lifted from the counter as he fisted my hair with both hands. He was relentless as he pumped into my mouth, assisting me with the task of sapping him of every ounce of sustenance.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back. My quest to taste his essence was just as relentless as his mission to achieve pleasure. I leaned forward, following him to the dead end of the counter behind him. The agony in the whimpers that escaped through his lips almost sent me into an orgasm.
“Why the hell are you doing this to me, Evonne? Fuck…”
I didn’t have to respond. We both knew my answer.
“Fuck, you look so pretty with my dick down your throat. I thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you with my dick sliding in and out of your pretty-ass mouth is driving me fucking crazy.” With those words, his hands were in my hair again as he fucked my face feverishly.
I let him do his thing until his stomach caved as his back arched, almost pulling his dick out of my mouth before he thrust his hips forward to keep it in place. Right on time, his sweet release had me closing my eyes to savor his flavor as I only slowed my pace enough to make sure not to spill a drop. Finally garnering enough strength, Marshawn pushed me back, snatching his dick out of my mouth in the process. Throwing his head back, he rested his hands on the counter.
He panted. “You’re the devil. I love it.”
Pride swelled my chest as I stood to my feet. I felt as if my mission was accomplished. By the grin on Marshawn’s face, I would say that he agreed. The air was sucked out of my lungs when he scooped me up effortlessly and wrapped my legs around him as he pressed my back against the wall.
I giggled. “Why are you so damn strong?”
“Highly motivated, I guess,” he said, sweeping the straps of my dress back off my shoulders and tonguing one of my nipples and then the other.
“That feels so good,” I muttered.
“I can’t get these pretty ass titties out of my head. I need them as a portrait in my bedroom back home,” he said, smirking as he carried me back to the bedroom.
This time, when he sat me down on the bed, he hovered over me, urging me to back up until I was in the center. My thighs parted as his huge frame moved further between them. He leaned forward, peppering kisses down my neckline. His calloused hand moved up my body until he was palming one of my breasts. His mouth covered the other.
With both hands gripping his bare ass, I pulled him closer to me, grinding against him and allowing the friction to soothe the throbbing between my thighs. He licked and sucked at my neck as his hands worked to rid him of his shirt. Once his shirt was up his back, he rose on his knees, shoving it over his head andthrowing it across the room. Menacingly dark eyes swept over me as his hands ripped and tore at my dress until I was free of it. He tossed it, leaving a crumpled heap on the bed next to me.
“I’ll get you another one,” Marshawn mumbled against my burning flesh as his lips continued to send me into a frenzy.
“Fuck me,” I commanded in a tortured whisper.
Ready to oblige, his hand moved between my thighs, dancing briefly in the wetness that met his fingers. Simultaneously, our eyes fell to the place where our bodies would soon meet. His hands fisted his massive erection before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“You sure you want this? It’s not too late to back out.” Once again, his eyes met mine, scanning my face for any hesitancy.
In lieu of an answer, I reached between us and took his dick into my hand. Taking that as a yes, he slowly penetrated my walls. With one hand positioned next to my head, he thrust his hips, plunging to the deepest part of my existence. I yelled out in a mixture concocted evenly out of pleasure and pain.
“I need you to be a good girl for me and take this dick, OK?”
“Yes, baby,” I whispered as he stroked and dove even deeper.
Marshawn’s ragged breathing breezed across my skin as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. My mouth hung open as he delivered a slow, methodical thrust to the hilt and pulled back to the edge before plunging back in. With every bottomless stroke, my hands clung to his back, bracing for impact. My skin prickled with heat as the intensity of the pressure building inside me gradually increased. Having him inside me felt good. For the first time in forever, I saw what made women teeter on the brink of insanity.
The combination of Marshawn’s bronze-dipped rod and the skills with which he wielded such a weapon had me losing my mind. My soft moans of pleasure had morphed into something visceral and unrecognizable to my own ears. As agonizing asbeing filled to capacity with him felt, I still craved more. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, if at all possible. Tiny explosions erupted inside me slowly at first, then all at once. My head rolled from side to side as a powerful orgasm tore through me like a Midwestern tornado. Raising his head from my neck, he covered my lips with his.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Cum for me,” he commanded.
With Marshawn’s encouragement, I floated up to ecstasy. He continued his passionate tirade as I hovered in the stratosphere. I was certain I saw actual stars as another orgasm washed over me like a wave of warm lava.
“Shawn,” I whimpered weakly as I clawed at his back.
“I got you, baby. Just keep wetting me up.”
I nodded as I fought to remain conscious. I was exhausted, sated, and completely out of my mind. After a quick peck to the corner of my mouth, Marshawn snatched out, emptying his warm seeds onto my heaving chest. As soon as he disconnected, I felt a void. I didn’t think that was normal, but then again, I had never been stretched to such limits. He backed away, and I reached for him, not wanting him to go away. That’s when I knew I was in trouble. Feeling my longing, he gave me a warm smile as he kissed my hand.
I returned his sentiment before releasing his hand to let him do what he needed to do. Thankfully, he didn’t tarry before returning with a warm washcloth to clean me up. Once he was satisfied with my cleanliness, he kissed his way up from my inner thigh to my center, where he gave a quick swirl of his tongue. His tongue on my sensitive bud caused my back to arch off the bed.
