Page 122 of For his Surrender

“And what else, Marcos?” He laughs softly, looking away from me just long enough to recognize the existence of the horizon behind him.His hand touches the guardrail with an unreasonable reverence before his eyes return to fixate on my almost naked body.

“And then Antonella...Afterwards, I want you with your ass up right here.” Taps the guardrail. “And fuck this pussy and this delicious ass that you have until you scream for the entire São Paulo to hear!” The words whip my pussy with an intensity that not even a whip would be able to have by now.My panties are a heavy, soaked, useless piece of cloth, because I feel like I’m dripping despite it.

“Very well, Marcos...” I compliment and slowly run my tongue over my lips. “You’re an excellent screenwriter. Really good… You wrote an amazing script, now you just have to execute it.”

A hoarse laugh. An affirmative nod.

His walk is slow, sensual as hell.The hard, erect cock points proudly upward while the muscular thighs move, he is completely hot.Marcos gets in front of me and, without us exchanging a word, kneels.His hands follow the downward movement through my body, scraping at my skin slowly.

I look down to see him bring his nose closer to the front of my panties and suck my scent deeply.His teeth bite the soaked fabric and a portion of my lips, causing a low groan to leave my throat.

He finally reaches the sides of my panties and, after imposing a torturous expectation on me, lowers the fabric as slowly as he reached it.I fidget, wanting at least a little more contact with the nose and lips that remain buried between my legs, moving over the wet lace.

Apparently an eternity later, he leaves me naked.His gaze rises, searching for mine, and without turning away from it, Marcos lifts one of my legs and puts it on his shoulder, leaving me completely bare before his face.I lean on his free shoulder, keeping my balance, and let the air out of my mouth.

My breasts are heavy, my nipples are sensitive, my skin has goosebumps and I, am desperate for the touch.As if he knew I was hanging by a thread, he stretches his tongue and slowly drags it between the wet lips of my pussy.Under his watchful gaze, I moan loudly, and that seems to fuel him.

He tires of playing with me and takes hold of my folds in a wet, intense kiss that rises, falls, dances and swirls, but doesn’t touch my clitoris purposefully.With my precarious balance, I strive to move against his mouth, and if the plan was that the surrounding buildings would only hear me at the end of our show, I’m sorry, but the beginning certainly has the potential to attract a large audience.

Marcos’ hand resting on my ass spreads out, gripping it with a delicious firmness as it slides further down.My eyes close, my head is knocked backward without me having control over it, and I don’t see what happens until my body is lying on the futon.I can’t decide if the icy wind is a blessing or a curse on my warm skin.

Marcos’ tongue does an unspeakable damage between my legs. I gasp, I shake, I moan. And the moment his tongue finally reaches my already swollen, desperate clitoris, his lips suck it and I scream.I scream, maddened by such pleasure.My heart runs in my chest, along with the blood in my veins that seems determined to leave and never come back.

“MARCOS!” His name comes out of my mouth in a scream. “MARCOS! OH GOD, MARCOS!” I can’t help but say again when he shoves two fingers at once into my pussy without his tongue ever stopping the good work, the wonderful work he is doing.It’s delicious, it’s amazing, it’s perfect!And, already knowing my body like no one has ever known, Marcos gives me the final push to the cliff when he drags my excitement up my ass and sticks a finger in there too.

I shatter.I was whole, but now I’m a zillion pieces scattered across the soft cushion.The expert tongue does not give me rest, prolonging my orgasm until it seems infinite, until it seems that I will never get out of this glorious state of pleasure and, to me, everything is fine.I don’t have to, I don’t have to go back.

But I do. Slowly, panting and with a racing chest. With blurry vision and throat scratched by the effort.With a sweaty forehead and trembling legs, I come back.Marcos is lying on top of me, his nose touching mine, his mouth half an inch from mine, and I smell my scent on his face.

I kiss him, robbing him of my taste too.I gasp, still breathless, and his mouth leaves me only to go to my ear.

“We’re going to do a little adaptation of our script,Ella...” he whispers and all I do in response is murmur, I’m still not capable of more than that. “I’ll still lick you all over, only then... I’m gonna make you suck really good, the way you like it, only then... Now, Ella… Now I need to be inside you or I swear I’ll explode!”

The warmth of his body leaves me when he stands and his hand is extended to me. Feeling still a little dizzy, but less than before, I hold it, and Marcos pulls me up, standing me up and grabbing me immediately to stabilize me.He walks on his back, all the time kissing my mouth, squeezing me against him, slipping his hands down my breasts, waist, back, ass, nothing escapes his touch.

As soon as we reached the guardrail, he reversed our positions, then he turns me around, leaving me facing São Paulo, the horizon, and with my back to him.Her fingers slide on my pussy, and naturally I move my ass up.I hear the ripping of the package that was on the sun lounger and Marcos’ hand rises up my spine until it reaches my neck.

“Hold on,Ella! And don’t let go!” I don’t have time to answer before I feel him penetrate me at once, as always, deliciously unkindly. The groaning that leaves me is loud, dragged and followed by a scream when a hard slap descends on my ass.

“Bounce, Antonella! I want to see my dick get swallowed by your fucking hot pussy! “And I do. Slowly at first and faster when Marcos pulls my hair. I push back, swallowing the tasty cock to the bottom before moving my legs alternately.Marcos goes crazy, and it is from his mouth that a cry comes out as I groan and strive to stay focused on what I am doing despite the pleasure that passes through me.

“Fuck, Antonella!” His hands grip my hips, sinking strong fingers into my skin, and Marcos fucks me.In his way, our way, a perfect way. Nonstop. Hard. Fast. All the control I ever had is thrown twenty-three floors down by the night of São Paulo along with my screams.

“Yes,Ella!Scream at the fucking world to hear how much you like my dick fucking you hard!” His words are harsh, each punctuated by a thrust, my body is thrown forward with ever-increasing force, and my hands begin to slip on the guardrail.I don’t even have time to prepare for the orgasm that strikes me like lightning on a cold night.

Marcos stops moving, bends over my body, and licks from the base of my spine to my neck as I gasp and spasm against glass and steel.His hips move gently apart, but his hands stay steady on my sides and help me stand.I lay my head on his shoulder and keep my eyes closed.

“Do you remember what the next part of our script is,Ella?” I smile, shake my head and murmur amm-hmm. His hands go down and up, spreading even more sweat over my skin.Exhausted but eager for the fulfillment of the promise, I bounce, moving my ass up, rubbing myself on the hard cock behind me and hearing Marcos laugh.

“So hot!” Bites my ear, and his arms leave me.Not a minute goes by before I feel the touch of his hands again.Again, he bends me over the guardrail, and when Marcos fucks my ass, São Paulo listens to me again.

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I look around me, still not believing he actually did it.

“I can’t believe it.” My voice comes out in a whisper as the colored lights flash again, again and again.

“Antonella... That was the logical choice and I really don’t understand why you didn’t do it...”

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