Page 31 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Oh, God.” Her chest rises and falls as I bring her already swollen clit to the edge again.

“Jesus Christ, you taste good.” I lick it in long slow strokes, again and again, until I feel her need growing, until I can’t wait another second to be inside that sweet, dripping pussy. I stand, shrug my cut off, and drape it over a nearby chair. I drop my phone on the nightstand, a reminder to us both that I am forever on call.

I distract her by ripping my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor.

Our eyes lock as I work my belt buckle open. She scoots to the middle of the bed, never breaking contact. Her face is a mask of desire, her eyes shining, and the sole of her foot moves across the bedspread as if tempting me, reminding me she’s ready and waiting—paradise all laid out in front of me. Goddamn.

I open my jeans, releasing my throbbing, eager dick. Her gaze skates down my chest and abs to lock on my engorged length while I dig a condom from my pocket and roll it on.

“You ready for me, baby?” I whisper, and those pretty eyes lift to mine.

“So ready.” Her tongue slips out to wet her lips, then her teeth sink into her plump bottom one.

It’s my undoing. I wrap my fist around my cock and put a knee to the mattress, positioning myself over her. Gentle palms land on my chest, stroking across my ribs.

God, I love her touch. I’m already addicted.

Bringing the head of my cock to her slick entrance, I circle it once, twice. Now that I’m here, on the verge of taking her, I want to prolong the moment, make the sweet anticipation last a bit longer. The look in her liquid eyes tells me she’s right there with me, knowing somehow this moment is important. Our first time, and there are no second first times.

“Please,” she whispers, her hands cup my face.

Slowly sinking into her sweet heat, her tightness envelops me. I want to memorize every second of this. I try to go slow, but my body has other ideas, and it takes over, my hips thrusting, my erection driving in and filling her completely.

She sucks in a breath, and I give her body a moment to adjust. My dick throbs inside her with the need to release, and soon my hips roll in the age-old motion of a man taking his woman. I lift my weight off her, going up on my palms, suspended above her. My hot gaze sweeps her gorgeous naked body to where we’re joined. It’s so damn erotic watching as I slowly pump in and out, my dick coming out slick every time. I make sure to rub against her clit as I do, dragging breathy sighs from her again and again, until she becomes impatient, writhing against me.

“I’m not glass, Marcus,” she pants. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

“Maybe I want to be gentle.” I lift a hand off the mattress and cup her face, my thumb grazing across her plump lower lip, my body still thrusting, my chest soon slick with sweat.

She turns her head and nips at my thumb with those pearly white teeth. “Harder. Please. I need you to take me harder.”

“All right, baby. Anything you want.” I thread my fingers through her hair, resting on my elbows and pressing our hot, slick skin together. “I love a woman who says what she wants; it’s sexy as hell.”

“Good,” she breathes. “Not all men do.”

Her response causes some protective urge to rise in me. I want to find every man in her past who’s ever mistreated her or disregarded her and beat them to a pulp. I hold her eyes. “Then they’re fools.”

Her nails dig into my hips, and she pulls me tight against her.

I oblige her wish, thrusting hard and fast, again and again. She matches me, thrust for thrust, until we’re both breathing hard. Watching the sweat bead between her full breasts, I dip my head and lick it off, keeping my eyes on hers. Those dark pupils flare. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suck hard, and she unravels. She throws her head back, her mouth dropping open, and her legs wrap around me, linking at the small of my back. She clenches my dick, coming long and hard. I groan, my jaw tight, and my eyes close.

Her hands clasp my neck, tugging me down for an urgent kiss. God, yes, this woman was made for me. But something bubbles up inside my chest, needing more, demanding more. I break free of her mouth and press my forehead to hers, still pumping through her release. “Say my name.”

“Marcus,” she half moans, half shouts.

Fuck, yes. That does it for me. I let out a guttural shout as my dick explodes in release. I slam into her, my whole body going tense, and I come harder than I’ve ever come.

My breath saws in and out, and my chest heaves. I give myself a moment before I pull free and climb off to go take care of the condom. Returning, I slip in beside her and pull her to me, pressing her head against my chest. She doesn’t hesitate to cuddle close.

I kiss her temple. “I could hold you in my arms like this forever.”

“Mmm, it is nice.”

My fingers thread through her hair, stroking her tenderly over and over until her breathing changes, telling me she’s drifted off to sleep.

I doze for a few hours, more at peace than I’ve been in a long time, until the vibration of my cell drags me from my sleep.

Blindly, I reach out, feel around and grab it off the nightstand, cracking an eye to read the message.

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