Page 85 of His to Keep
The regal hotel suite was lavish, from what little she saw of it. As soon as they entered the light spacious room, Marcus flipped her onto the large bed and unbuttoned his jeans.
His fingers deftly popped open each button with speed and accuracy. His smouldering eyes devoured every curve on her body.
Lana hurriedly slipped off her panties and released the side zip of her dress, allowing Marcus to pull it over her head. He pushed down his jeans and snug boxers, and his erection sprung out, ready and begging.
“Open your legs,” he commanded.
His large hands tugged her from the waist and pulled her close. “You want it?” he growled.
All she wanted in the world was his throbbing cock pushing deep inside her, but he held back, waiting for her to beg.
“Please, Marcus, please!” she pleaded.
He paused with a swirl of fire burning in his eyes. “I love it when you beg me to fuck you.”
She nudged forward with the crown of his cock at her entrance. It nestled in a fraction, but still Marcus withheld. His hands smoothed over her skin and found her swollen breasts.
With a firm pressure he pushed the plump mounds together and licked each nipple in turn. Lana melted into his touch and her temperature soared as he played with her body and her mind, but she needed him, right then, no waiting.
Grabbing his wrists, she hauled herself further down the bed and speared herself on his length. Her legs immediately locked behind his back.
This was the first woman he had entered with no protection. It felt so immense that he nearly came.
“Lana…I’m not wearing a condom. I’ve never had unprotected sex before.” He forced himself to still, beads of sweat gathered on his brow.
“The doctor gave me a clean bill of sexual health and I’ve been on birth control for a few years. Are you clean?” Her words spilled out with urgency.
“I get checked out regularly.”
“Then fuck me, Marcus. Let me be the first.”
Her eyes closed briefly when he pushed his length fully inside, so deeply it hit her cervix. The relentless pounding pushed her near the brink of ecstasy.
Her breasts jiggled as Marcus rhythmically shunted his shaft in and out.
“You feel so amazing, Lana. So tight. So ready. Just for me. I can feel right inside your fucking perfect pussy.”
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His eyesdrank in every inch of her flawless body as it fused with his, skin to skin. Their souls combined, their flesh became one.
She was the perfect fit for his hard long length. The piece of the puzzle he didn’t want to admit was missing.
While he was balls deep in her tight centre, he was on a higher plane, a spiritual journey. He lost himself in the vortex known as Lana.
His fingers found her engorged nub and he pinched it hard, sending her over the brink. His teeth grazed her flesh and his mouth ventured from her breasts to her mouth.
She screamed his name and arced her back. Her fingers tugged his mass of thick hair as her thighs shook.
Her insides clenched his bare rock-hard cock. He waited for the spasms to subside then he lifted her spent body and backed up to the headboard.
With his back to the velvet material he beckoned Lana onto his lap. She straddled his thighs and scooted closer, so his dick was at her entrance again. Their lips met in a mash of hunger and desire.
Their teeth clashed and tugged. Hungry hands guided her up and down until she took the lead, bouncing freely, ready to detonate into smithereens.
“Come inside me, Marcus,” she panted. “I want to feel you explode inside me.”
Her erotic request set him on fire. Marcus was beyond the state of arousal now—fucked in every way possible. He needed to claim his territory, to pump his load into the only woman he ever wanted as his own.
