Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
I cried out as much from pleasure as pain, clinging to Mars’s back and shoulders as he moved down my body. When he reached my mound, he shoved my legs farther apart, and with a growl, fastened his mouth over my pussy.
My hips lifted off the bed as he scraped his teeth against my clit and then sucked hard. His tongue licked and swept down between my folds, tasting and teasing me until I was crying out, my hands splayed in the bed above my head. His beard created a perfect friction as he continued to devour me.
“Fuckin’ sweet little cunt.” His growl sent a vibration through my clit, setting me off in an explosive detonation.
I arched up hard and my back pressed into the bed, my pussy grinding against his face. I whimpered and pleaded, but Mars kept going, licking and sucking me until my orgasm started to build again. I came hard and fast, my body vibrating with pleasure as I clung to him and shouted his name over and over.
Mars waited until I’d settled before he stopped. Looking down at him, his head between my legs, his lips glistening with my cum, the fierce look on his face, even the harsh, bruising grip he had on my thighs was like a homecoming. I knew that very moment I was right where I was meant to be.
“I love you, Mars. With all my heart, I love you.”
“Fuuuuuck…” He lowered his head to rest against my belly. “How the fuck do you do it?”
He crawled up my body and situated himself with his hips between my legs, his cock kissing the entrance to my wet pussy.
“Do what?”
“Calm my demons. I thought all the violence would push me over the edge. But all I feel is need. Desire. Lust. There’s no violence or the need to punish. I’m not back in that time loop where it’s me hurting those kids. All I see, all I taste or smell, is you, Scarlet. It’s always you.”
He sank inside deeply inside me, kissing me as he moved. His hips rocked against mine in the slow, steady rhythm I needed to adjust to his length and size. I loved the burn when he first filled me. The small bite of pain was a surprising aphrodisiac. I relished the sensation of his length as it filled me, and his warmth encircled my heart in a loving embrace.
Mars kissed his way up my neck and cupped my face in his calloused hands. “I love you, Scarlet. It happened quicker than I ever thought it could, but I know with every fiber of my being that I love you.”
He surged forward, sinking his cock deep inside me, claiming me as his own. His steady rhythm increased, building us higher and higher until the pleasure was just shy of unbearable. His kiss became passionate and desperate, as if he needed to consume me in order to survive.
My whole body trembled with pleasure as Mars continued to push me toward the stars. I wanted to tell him I loved him too, but I couldn’t form words. Any words. All I could do was whimper and moan in an incoherent mess.
With a loud shout, I was flying, dizzy with pleasure and my heart felt so full of love and gratitude for the man between my legs. The pressure inside increased until I could take no more and cried out as my orgasm rocked through me.
“Scarlet,” he breathed, his voice shaking with emotion. “You are everything to me. Fucking everything!” Mars followed me over the edge, his voice filling the room as he too found his release. Deep inside my body.
Mars collapsed against me, groaning in pleasure, our bodies slick with sweat as we lay there in each other’s arms.
“Thank you,” he said finally, “for giving me a way to come back from the darkness.”
I kissed his lips, sweet and soft, and smiled up at him. “I love you, Mars. With all my heart.”
He smiled back. “I love you too, honey.”
Mars cleaned us both up before collapsing back onto the bed with a groan. Then he pulled me against him so I rested with my head on his chest, his arms tightly around me. It felt good. Right. This was the way my life was supposed to be. At least, I hoped it was because I never wanted to let go of this life I’d found with Mars. I wanted the man and all he represented. Forever.
Then a question popped into my brain and, try as I might, I couldn’t let it go.
“Mars?”
“Yeah, baby.” His voice was sexy with sleep. It made my toes curl.
“Why do they call you Mars? How’d you get your road name?”
“It’s my last name. Hard to improve on that.”
I giggled. “Yeah. You have a point there.” Again we were silent and I was near the point of drifting when I asked another question. “What’s your first name?”