Page 59 of Always Mine
“You can take it,” he says. “You’ve never been a quitter.”
I feel myself preen under his praise. The blinding smile he gives me feels like the first time the sun kisses your skin after too many months fighting off the cold. He continues to stroke my cheek with the pad of his thumb with one hand, moving the other to his hard cock, matching the tempo of his strokes. He tugs himself. Strong, slow, and steady. I watch mesmerized and feel the pitter patter of my heart slow to match the pace at which he’s working himself over.
He slows his strokes on my cheek to a stop, then gently slides his hand down my face, neck, and over my heavy breast, stopping to press it right over my heart. The slow but steady beat of my heart thumps against his palm.
“Good girl. Let’s get this lesson started.”
Chapter thirty-six
The Perfect Student
Marco
Iletmypalmlinger over her heart for a moment longer, basking in the way the thundering petered out to a steady flutter at my touch. “I’m yours. Teach me…” fell from her lips so confidently. When our eyes met, I saw desire and yearning for this connection we both crave. But I also saw hesitation as result of the hurt caused by my past rejection and lies to protect her. I have many regrets, but letting her go despite wanting to hold on tight is the biggest of them all. So looking at her drowning in the hurricane of then and now, I can understand her trepidation to trust me. There’s no doubt she’s going over every touch, every interaction spanning our childhood, adolescence and beyond. Flirty banter and stargazing on clear nights. Entering it into evidence to make her final verdict about whether my intentions are real.
Everything about the last few weeks feels heady and reckless—and so fucking right. I need to know she’s all in, too, because she fucking owns me.
I move my hand from her chest and thread it into the shiny caramel locks at her nape and bring her mouth closer to my tip. Without any prompting, her tongue darts out to lick the pre-cumpooling there. She flicks my tip with soft, languorous swipes of her tongue, swirling the head in a slow, sensual rhythm. Around. Then up and down over the slit, licking me attentively, careful not to miss one little drop. My breathing becomes labored, and I let her take control, letting go of the hold on my shaft and moving my hand to join the other already itching to tug on the hair it has a hold on. I can’t contain the deep guttural groan that escapes me when she suctions her lips around me and takes me all the way to the back of her throat. Sucking me, consuming me, gagging slightly as I hit the back.
“I knew you could take me, baby. Your smart mouth is made to drive me wild, Soph.”
She lets out a small whimper as she works me up and down, lathering my dick with her tongue, and all I can think about is how good it’s going to feel soaked in the mix of our releases after I finally slide inside her. The thought alone makes me harder, and she splutters a little as she opens her mouth wider to take even more of me. Licking. Sucking. Swirling. Taking me higher and higher. I think I might never return to earth after knowing what it feels like to have her lips wrapped around me. The hum of her own needy moans vibrates against me. She runs her palms up the back of my legs until she is palming my ass cheeks. Digging her nails in, the bite of pain increases my pleasure to fever-pitch. “Fuucckkkk, baby,” I praise on a groan, strangling the strands of her hair in my hand and pushing on the back of her head, taking over the rhythm.
Harder. Faster. “Baby, I need to fuck your face now, okay?”
In response, she moans loudly and digs her nails into my skin before pulling me roughly towards her so she is sucking me so deep, I’m scared I’m going to cut off her air supply. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks in sharp, short breaths, telling me she’s fine.
“I’m in control now, baby.” Thrust. “You’ve waited a long time to have my cock deep in your throat.” Thrust. “Now take every last drop of my cum. It’s yours.” She sucks me hard and fast while I fuck her hot, wet mouth mercilessly like a man out of his mind. She moans loudly through it all, tears of pleasure, pain, and maybeeven relief tracking a path down her angelic face. But she never quits, just like I knew she wouldn’t.
“Eyes on me, Sophia,” I command. “I want you to see what you do to me.” As soon as her eyes connect with mine, I climax with a throaty groan, my cock throbbing as I spill my cum into her mouth. My hands remain wound tightly around her hair to anchor myself physically because I am pretty sure my soul has left my body. She swallows every single drop, not letting the littlest bit escape. Looking at me with big doe eyes, hazy with lust and something else I have no right to see so easily, she laps at me slowly, lovingly, putting a kiss right on my tip. My body floods with warmth in a post-orgasm haze, one that’s not courtesy of my own hand and flickering memories.
Her face glows with a sheen of sweat and pride. “So did I pass the test, Marco-Boy?”
I unwind her hair from one hand and pull her to her feet. “I need to do a taste test first,” I rasp, taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply, swirling out tongues together, savoring the flavor of us. We kiss until we’re both breathless and I am halfway worked up and again.
“So fucking good,” she pants out.
“Exquisite. You taste like you’re mine.” Before she can respond, I bring her in for another kiss and at the same time I run my hands down her back and grip the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up my body easily. She wraps her legs around me like it’s second nature, molding her front to mine. We’re a custom fit. We continue kissing unhurriedly as I march us towards my bedroom. Finally time to make her mine in every sense of the word.
Chapter thirty-seven
You Taste Like Mine
Sophia
“Ithinkyoutastelike you’re mine.” The words echo in my ears, and I think I might be having an out-of-body experience. After an entrée of mind-blowing orgasms in his foyer, I’m now wrapped around Marco’s body as he carries me off to his bedroom for what I hope will be the main meal. He’s still kissing me, like breaking our connection might make me evaporate into thin air. I would be lying if I said seeing him ravenous and needy for me didn’t make my heart flip flop and my pussy flutter in delight.
As we continue to kiss, something catches my attention in the peripheral of my half-closed eyes. For a hot minute, I think Marco has a black cat. It’s only when I open my eyes I realize I’m still fully naked, save for my boots, and it’s my trapped shredded stocking flapping around.
I laugh against his lips and pull back to study his face. He quirks an eyebrow in question but doesn’t halt his movements. “I know we have committed many sins tonight, but crimes against fashion is not one that I am willing to die for,” I say with mock seriousness. “So please, for the love of all that is holy, remove these heels and shredded stockings from my feet.”
We finally cross the threshold of his spacious bedroom. He walks straight past the massive king bed covered in crisp white linen and stacked with soft cushions.
“Hey, I think you missed our stop,” I joke. But he doesn’t stop until we’re in his equally spacious bathroom. Setting me down on the edge of the vanity, he immediately drops to his knees and does exactly what I’d asked, tossing my heels to the side and pulling what remains of my tattered stockings off my feet, dropping them to the floor.
Running his hands up the inside of my legs, he pushes my thighs wide and returns to stand between my legs. His cock is totally on board with whatever plans he has for me, bobbing dangerously close to my wet cunt.
“Now that we’ve eliminated any possibility of you going to hell for crimes against fashion, it’s time to commit a few more sins.” Gripping the vanity with both hands, he rolls his hips ever so slightly towards me so his tip brushes against my clit. The sensation sends tingles scattering all through my body.
