Page 84 of Marcus: Sins of the Father

“Oh, Marcus,” she pants. “More.”

I give my girl what she wants. I’ll always give her what she wants. I sweep my tongue across her clit again and again, then reach up and pinch one nipple, sending her over the edge. She shudders in my arms and moans my name as her liquid heat floods across my tongue.

“Damn, I like my name on your lips and your taste on my tongue.”

I roll her onto her back and climb on top, my dick more than ready to sink into her wet pussy.

Stretching over her to my side table drawer, I nab a condom and slide it on. The need for her is urgent, clawing at my belly. When I thrust inside her, I’m ready to take her hard. I plant my fists on the bed near her head and stare into her eyes. “I want it hard and fast. You good with that, Brandy?”

“Yes, please, Marcus. Take me hard.”

I slam into her, thrusting over and over again, reaching a hand between us to strum her clit with my thumb until she’s climbing toward climax again. But I want this to last, so I slow down, pulling her back.

“Keep going. Harder,” she begs.

“Say you want me.”

“I want you.”

“How bad?”

“I want you so fucking bad,” she moans.

“Who do you want?”

“I want you.”

“Say my name, Brandy.”

“I want you, Marcus, so fucking bad. Take me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me on.

I thrust hard until she screams my name.

“Oh, Marcus. Yes, yes, yes!”

I groan as I explode, and it’s so damn good I don’t want this feeling to end. I’m breathing heavily when I finally collapse on top of her. “That was fucking amazing.”

“It was.” She snuggles up to me.

My breath saws out of me, my chest slick with sweat. “Damn, I don’t want to go to the party. I just want to lie here with your legs wrapped around me.”

“Sounds good to me.”

I huff out a laugh. “If we don’t get going soon, that’s what I’m going to do. But there’ll be hell to pay.”

“We better go then. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting an ass kicking.”

I chuckle. “I don’t know. You did make a pretty damn good nurse.”

***

Brandy clings to my back as I drive through the clubhouse gate.

Dismounting, I grab her hand, and we walk to the door. When I push it open, cheers greet us. I can’t help but feel pride at representing the club well.

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