Page 8 of Marshmallow
“Yes, sweetness. Come for me. Come for me.” He bows his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, then it hits. My orgasm takes over and I throw my head back with my release.
“Carteeeerrrrrr!”
“Fuck. Me.” The words are forced between clenched teeth as he spills himself inside me, seconds before he kisses me like he’s somehow taking some of my life force. And I want him to. I want my energy to mix with his and wrap us both in this cocoon of perfection.I’m in love.That sounds crazy when we only officially met today, but there’s something about him that tells me he’s the one man I’ll crave for all eternity.I desperately hope he feels the same for me.
“I knew you’d feel amazing, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this good,” he says, lips brushing mine before he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth.
“That was…” I shake my head, not sure what to say to do that experience justice.
He laughs and kisses me again. “I know. I felt it too. I could fuck this pussy of yours for the rest of my life.”
For the rest of his life? I feel like a giddy schoolgirl. This is really happening.
Carter
“Good morning, sweetness,” I whisper, kissing Marsha’s nose after her eyes open and focus on me. She looks so happy right now. And I swear to myself that it’s my duty to keep her smiling like this for the rest of her life. She’s so precious and beautiful, and innocent. Last night when we were taking a break from fucking each other’s brains out, she confided in me over room service that she’s never been in a relationship before. The world hasn’t been kind to her, and she struggles to trust people are genuine.
I hate that the world has treated her as anything except the goddess she is, and I vow to do everything I can to make up for the shittiness out there. My woman deserves to feel special.
“Good morning,” she whispers, moving her warm body closer to mine, kissing me while I breathe in her raw scent and slide her beneath me. “Thank you for still being here.”
I frown as I gaze upon her sweet face and kiss sore lips, her vulnerability gazing back up at me. “Why would I want to be anywhere else? I thought I made myself clear. I want you to be mine. I want the whole world to know it.”
“I believe you. I do.”
“But?”
“It’s silly.” She looks away and I place my fingers on her chin to pull her back.
“Tell me.”
“I dreamed this was all some horrible social media prank. Everyone was laughing at me. And you were too...”
“Oh, sweetness. This is definitely not a prank,” I assure her, brushing the hair away from her forehead. “This is very real.”
Her bottom lip trembles. “That dream was the worst.”
“Nightmare,” I say, leaning down and kissing her eyelids, one at a time. “I know it’s crazy early to say this, but I love you, Marsha. And I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“Youlove me?” Her eyes fill with tears as she stares at me. “Do you really mean it?”
“I do, sweetness,” I say, stroking her hair. “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you in my Instagram feed. I was captivated by the first like.”
“I know it’s crazy, but I love you too. I’ve followed your career for a while now, and I just think you are the most wonderful human being.”
“Then promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t let the naysayers get in your head again. You are mine and I am yours. Nothing changes that, all right?”
“All right.” She nods. “I promise.”
“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” I grind my morning wood into her thigh. “That pussy of yours is so sweet, I’m never gonna be done.”
“I’m not done with you either,” she says, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my erection.
“That feels good.” I moan into her neck, kissing and nibbling at her skin. “I don’t ever want to leave this room.”
