Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 602(@200wpm)___ 482(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
And without another word, I guide his thick, long cock to my entrance and slowly sink down over him as he stretches my walls and fills me to the damn brim. I suck in a gasp, my eyes rolling in my head as his other hand takes my hip. “Shit, Marc,” I groan, not daring to move as my body adjusts to his size, wanting to soak up every little bit of pleasure on offer.
“I know,” he mutters, his lips gently brushing over mine as his cock twitches, making us both groan as I clench around him. “I need you to fucking move. Your tight little cunt is gonna be the death of me.”
Raising myself up from his chest, I prop my hands against his stomach. As my tongue rolls over my bottom lip, he becomes mesmerized. “I thought the ball was in my court?” I remind him, slowly shaking my head. “The control is mine. I’ll move when I’m ready.”
His fingers dig into my hip as a soft growl rumbles through his chest. His eyes flash with a devilish darkness that completely consumes me, and as a grin slices across my face, I can’t help but rock my hips back to feel the way his thick cock slowly moves inside me.
Not being able to grip onto the tight skin of his stomach, my hand falls to his on my hip. My fingers weave between his and as my hips move forward, taking him again, I squeeze his hand hard, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy. “Fuckkkk,” I moan, rolling my neck as my other hand falls to my chest, slowly roaming over the soft curve of my breasts and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
“Shit, babe. Keep touching yourself,” he tells me, his eyes fluttering with the overwhelming pleasure as I keep moving over him, clenching my walls and squeezing him tight. “Just like that.”
I don’t dare stop, slowly picking up my pace as I feel Marcus’ long cock slowly moving in and out of my pussy, my arousal spreading between us. His fiery gaze remains locked on my body, watching the way it moves, watching the way my fingers tease my nipples and the way they skirt over my sensitive skin. Only when they drop lower and take full advantage of my aching clit, his eyes flame with need. “Fuck, Shayne, I’ve got to taste you.”
Without skipping a beat, I lock my eyes onto his and bring my fingers up before trailing them over my lips. My arousal spreads, glistening in the soft light coming from the hallway, and I watch the way desire rocks through him.
Gripping onto the headboard, I slowly begin to lean toward him, not stopping my torturous slow movements up and down his cock, groaning and moaning as he massages deep inside me, his cock hitting me right where I need him.
My face hovers just in front of his, and I pause for just a moment, watching as he raises his chin, all too ready to accept my offering, but he should know that it’s never that easy when it comes to handing over control. “It’s all mine,” I tell him just as my lips raise into a grin, and before he gets the chance to take what’s not his, my tongue shoots out and rolls over my bottom lip, tasting myself.
Marcus flinches, his hand at my throat gently tightening before he pulls me lower and kisses me so fucking deeply, taking what’s left of my arousal. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, fighting for dominance, and only when I’m panting for oxygen does he release me. “Just because I’m giving you control, doesn’t mean that I have to play by your rules,” he tells me, his eyes lighting up like a damn firework as a smug expression crosses his face.
Fire burns through me, and as I pull back from him, I can’t help but kick this game up a notch. Keeping my grip on the headboard, I use it to stabilize myself. I need to prove to Marcus that no matter what, when the control is mine, everyone plays by my rules.
I fuck him hard, raising slightly on my knees so that I can bounce on top of him. I come up just high enough that I can feel his tip at my entrance before slamming back down with a desperate groan. I take him again and he watches the way my tits bounce with my movements. “Fucking hell,” he hisses between a clenched jaw, his fingers digging into my skin. “Again.”
I give him what he needs, my head tipping back with ecstasy, and despite my better judgment, he pulls himself up, leaning his back against the headboard before curling his arm around my waist and pulling me in tight against his body. “Fuck me harder,” he demands. “Squeeze that tight little cunt. I want you to fucking own me.”