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He blushes, his face taking on that serious, rough expression that makes my knickers wet...
Then he takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, his pupils swallowing his golden irises. And the intensity with which he looks at me makes my breathing quicken.
"You're turned on," he growls softly, holding my neck, his thumb sliding under the velvet ribbon where he left his mark. "Do you like older men, Kitten?"
"That was obvious, wasn't it? You're eleven years older than me..." I sigh, pressing my breasts against his body, rubbing myself against him.
He wraps his hand around my neck, pulling my face towards his with a delicious, rough grip. Then he leans down, sucking on my earlobe before whispering in my ear:
"Technically, I'm sixteen years older than you now."
I feel the impact of those words, and he seems to notice the tension in my body. I shudder and he groans as I rub myself against him, pressing myself against his cock, which is bulging against his jeans.
I throw my head back, my lips waiting for his, but before Mark can kiss me, we hear Ted's voice coming from the hallway, interrupting the moment.
"So, what are you still doing there?" he asks, his heavy footsteps approaching. "I've already loaded everything into the pick-up truck."
I pull away, smiling discreetly at Mark, and whisper:
"We'll continue later," I whisper my promise, feeling his cock through his trousers.
Mark pulls the air between his teeth, closing his eyes.
"Then let's go home, my love..." When he looks at me again, the dichotomy between the fierce intensity in his eyes and the reverent softness of his touch on my face makes me shiver. "Because having to wait a second longer to touch my female is torture."
The next moment, we're walking down the stairs of the building and getting into the pick-up truck waiting for us. Ted seems to have noticed the tension in the air, and with a mischievous smile, he makes up an excuse about a last-minute appointment. He quickly gets out of the car, preferring to walk to I don't know where, leaving us alone.
Mark drives almost exceeding the speed limit, and in ten minutes we arrive at the cabin. The boxes are left behind in the back of the pick-up truck as we practically run inside.
As soon as the door slams behind us, I run my fingers down the waistband of his trousers and flash a provocative smile.
"I want to suck you off."
Chapter 40
Mark
"I want to suck you," she licks her lips. "Can I?"
My cock, already hard and aching inside my trousers, jumps at her words, drooling with anticipation.
"Fuck, you can do whatever you want with me, Kitten."
She pulls me by my right hand, being careful not to touch my injured arm, and leads me to the living room rug, then kneels in front of me. I spread my legs slightly so that her mouth can reach my cock.
She rubs her face against my bulge over my jeans, purring like a naughty kitten.
Then she unbuttons my trousers and pulls them down, just enough for the head of my cock to pop out, swollen and covered in saliva.
She looks at me expectantly, her green eyes feverish, her lips parted and wet with the saliva she has spread with her tongue. Then I finally pull down the rest of my trousers along with my underpants, which fall in a tangle around my heels, over my shoes.
"So beautiful." I touch her face, cupping her chin between my fingers as I draw closer.
She is already opening her mouth, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut, consumed by the erotic sight of her, her lips parting eagerly to receive me.
I can't use my other arm, so I command:
"Love, hold my cock and bring it to your lips, but don't swallow it now, just run the tip of your tongue over the glans..."
