Page 13 of Dangerous Allure
He grunts, and we move together, our bodies melding into one, our hearts beating in sync. The intensity of our connection is almost too much to bear, but I welcome it, embrace it. This is where I belong, in his arms. He’s intoxicating. The way he moves, stalking me with those predator's eyes from across the room, makes my pulse quicken, my mind filled with fantasies ofhis hard body pressed against mine. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and every inch of him is focused on me.
“Fuck my face, baby. I need to taste this sweet cunt again before I’m satisfied.” His voice is a low growl as he grabs my hips with those wide, possessive hands, pulling me tighter against his mouth. The heat of his breath fans over my clit, and when his teeth catch the sensitive bud, I gasp, my body arching into him. He drags his teeth slowly, deliberately, before shoving two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right. A moan escapes me as he commands, “Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”
I don’t hesitate, my fingers moving to knead my breasts as his other hand captures my wrist, guiding my touch, his words hot against my skin. “Harder, princess. Don’t make me do it myself—I want to hear you scream while you come.”
A sharp breath catches in my throat as I obey, pinching my nipples harder, the pleasure-pain searing through me, making my body shiver. His teeth drag across my clit again, and I groan, the sensation almost too much, yet not nearly enough. My hips move on their own, seeking more of the intense pleasure that only he can give.
“Pinching them feels amazing at first,” I husk out, “and then almost painful after.”
“That’s because you need me to do it,” he grits out, his hands moving up my torso, making me feel like some sort of goddess, powerful yet entirely his. His touch is gentle when he cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak in a way that makes me squirm, needy for him everywhere.
But then his hand is gone, and just as I anticipate the touch on my other breast, he surprises me with a swift smack across my nipple, then the other. A shriek escapes me, a mix of surprise and pleasure, as he pinches and plays with my ass, his fingers working inside me, teasing every inch of my body. My moansfill the caravan, making me feel anything but pure—but oh, so pretty.
Marcus makes me feel alive, makes me believe I might belong here, in his life…his forever. The thought of wanting him so badly terrifies me, but not being his scares me even more.
“That’s it, sunshine. Purr for me.” His growl vibrates against my pussy, and I come in shockwaves, trembling against him. He picks me up effortlessly, holding me close as I shudder and come down from the mind-blowing high.
“You make me feel so spoiled,” I confess in a breathless whisper against his ear.
“Good, baby girl. That’s exactly what I like to hear.” He cups my cheeks, grinding me against his rock-hard cock, the curve of it pressing against my hip, making my mouth water at the thought of tasting him. The desire to feel him in my mouth, to make him lose control, overtakes me, and without a second thought, I drop to my knees.
“I want you in my mouth.” My hand wraps around the root of his cock, and he inhales sharply, his chest heaving like he’s been hit with a wave of ice-cold water.
“Baby, your hands on me make me crazy. I can’t control what might happen. He’s got a mind of his own when you hold him and look up at me with those big, pretty eyes.”
His fingers weave into my hair as I lean in, letting my lips brush against the thick length of him. My breath comes in ragged pants as I tease the head with the tip of my tongue before taking him into my mouth. His other hand tightens in my hair as I try to swallow him whole, feeling him twitch against the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, determined not to gag, as I bob up and down, my eyes flicking up to see his head thrown back, his neck straining, and those perfect abs flexing with every gasp.
My hands slide up his thick thighs, tracing the sharp angles of his hips as I suck and swirl my tongue around his length. I take him deeper, the engorged tip lodged in my throat, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his abdomen. His grip in my hair tightens as he rocks his hips slowly, the motion sending waves of heat through my body.
“My sweet, sweet sunshine,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You like my cock in your mouth, pretty girl?”
My pussy drips with arousal at his filthy words, slickness trailing down my legs, pooling on the floor beneath me. I reach down, sliding my fingers through the wetness, desperate for him to be inside me again.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” he orders, and I moan, my hand moving to my clit, massaging it as I pleasure myself. I look up, meeting his stormy eyes, watching the pleasure etched on his face as salty drops of come coat my tongue.
“Up, before you make me come before I’m ready.” He pulls me to my feet, planting me on the small counter in his caravan, his cock aimed at my entrance, so close yet so far. “You want my cock again, baby?” He pumps himself slowly, his grip firm, unrelenting. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I murmur, unable to look away from him touching himself, the sight mesmerizing.
He nudges my thighs open, his hands firm on my skin, and then he leans in, his tongue trailing up the length of my body. I groan, arching off the counter as his mouth works its magic, licking and swirling before plunging inside me. He sucks and pulls at my clit with his teeth until I’m clean of the wetness dripping down my thighs, then thrusts one finger inside, hooking it expertly. “Don’t come.”
His command is sharp, and I struggle to obey as he adds another finger, thrusting in and out, sucking on my clit until I’mnearly out of my mind with need. I’m squirming, my body on the edge of release, but I hold back, desperate to wait for him.
“Hold it, pretty girl. I want you to come with my dick thrusting in and out of this sweet pussy.”
“I can’t anymore,” I moan, my voice breaking as I tug at my nipple, my body trembling on the brink of surrender.
“It’ll be more intense. Hold it for me. Wait for me; let me get you there.” He growls, easing up on the pressure, his fingers swirling my arousal around before trailing it up my body. “Love watching you play with your nipples.” His voice is dark, commanding, as he flicks one of them, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Suck one.”
“What?” I look up, my eyes wide as they meet his, desire swirling in their depths.
“Put your nipple in your mouth. Your tits are big enough. Do it.” His words are a challenge, and heat rushes through me at the thought. I press one breast up, forming it into a rounded globe, my tongue flicking out to meet my nipple. He’s right—I can reach it.
“Suck.” His voice is rough, his gaze fixed on my lips as I take my nipple into my mouth, sucking and pulling, sending a fresh wave of desire pooling between my legs.
“There’s my sweet sunshine.” He thrusts his finger inside me again, moving slowly, taking his time as he builds me up. His head dips between my legs, his lips attaching to my clit, never breaking eye contact as he watches me pleasure myself. “You ready to come for me now, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan, my voice trembling as my body quivers on the edge of orgasm.
