Chapter 20
Damon couldn’t get over how well he and Marlie fit together. Though it had been a while for him, sex with Marlie topped every other memory, obliterating everyone but the gently snoring autocrat from his mind.
A few hours had passed. He’d unintentionally dozed with her in his arms.
Waking up with her like this… He couldn’t explain, even to himself, how he could know he’d found his future. But he felt it.
He wished he could turn off his brain and just think with his dick. But the sex put him even more in love with the blasted woman. And she wanted nothing but fun from him.
Well, he’d show her exactly how fun he could be. They’d only used one condom. A travesty.
Time to wake his little unicorn up and show her he was better than a one-hit wonder.
Though he felt proud that he’d made her come alive. Pun intended.
He tried to get out from under her, but the woman clung to him like a burr.
She put out a lot of heat too. Even better, she tucked perfectly into his embrace.
Not too small or too large. Since he was pretty damn big, he was shocked to find they fit in her queen-sized bed without a problem.
Probably because she was on top of him. But still.
“Marlie,” he whispered and kissed the top of her head. Stroking the soft strands of her hair, feeling the eased tension in her frame. They’d fallen asleep with her sidelight still on, so the room remained dim but visible.
A glance around, one he hadn’t taken earlier, showed the same neatness and simple aesthetic filled with bold colors, like the rest of the house. Everything had its place. Except for what he’d seen of her closet. A glimpse earlier had told him there might be a bit of a mess in there.
That relieved him. No one should ever be this clean.
No. A woman like Marlie should be dirty. So dirty…
Her hand clamped around his dick, and he froze.
“Look what’s getting hard,” she said in a low, throaty voice.
“Getting hard and staying hard,” he admitted. “You awake?”
“Not as awake as you.” She stroked him, and he came to life in an instant.
“We only did it once. I’m disappointed, Marlie. You didn’t seem like you’d be a lightweight.”
“Nice try. You were sleeping before I nodded off.”
“Well, yeah. But that was so I could quickly get my second wind.” He pushed into her hand. “I’ve got it now.”
“I can see that.” She pushed up with one hand, the other still gripping him, and stared down at him, her long hair framing her face. “You feel like round two?”
“You have to ask?”
She stared at his mouth and lowered her head to kiss him.
He cupped her head, moaning into her lips. Marlie had an aggressive way of touching him that turned him into a raging bull. He wanted to bend her over and fuck her until she couldn’t walk, spending inside her until she was all but swimming in him.
But he knew to walk before he could run. That she’d agreed to let him be with her so intimately gave him all the feels. Especially because his Marlie was picky—Ben notwithstanding.
They kissed, and he tugged her hair, loving the feel of her, the way she squirmed on top of him, her wet sex shifting over his cock faster and harder.
He pulled her back, breathing hard. “I’m about to slide inside you. Put a condom on me.”
“On one condition.”
“Anything.” He had to get inside her again.
She grinned, her dark eyes flashing, her smile sweet yet naughty. “You let me be in charge.”
“Do I call you Dark Mistress? Mrs. Clause? Is this a hidden kink?” Please say yes.
“No, you big dork. Just follow my lead.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He would have made an immature comment about his dick already saluting her but didn’t want her to stop whatever she had planned.
“Now put your hands behind your head. Keep them there.” She pulled back the covers while he locked his hands behind his head.
She studied him and nodded. “No doubt you have an amazing body. And the face ain’t half bad.”
“Wow. My ego…can’t…take it.”
She smirked. “I wonder how much it can take.” She slowly backed away and bent lower, her face coming awfully close to his dick that stood stiffly in her hand, pointing at the ceiling.
“Oh, I can take a lot.” Lying like a fucking rug. He was wet and ready to spill from just her hot breath over his tip.
She blew another breath, and he shuddered.
Then she watched him while she licked him.
He closed his eyes and swore, arching into her touch, her mouth so close, her lips teasing as her tongue dipped into his slit.
“Fuck me, Marlie.”
“I intend to.”
He opened his eyes and watched her roll a condom over him, taking her sweet ass time. Then she mounted him, holding him as she eased her body—her pussy shaved and so, so pretty—over him. Seeing her sink inch by inch onto him while he felt her warmth all around nearly made him come.
“I swear I have staying power,” he managed, holding tight to his determination to follow her orders. “But with you, I’m always two seconds away from exploding.”
“Oh, yeah. You feel huge in me.”
He wanted badly to put his hands on her hips, but he kept them behind his head and watched as she rode him up and down, moving way too slowly to satisfy him. But then she put her fingers between her legs, and he swore his dick grew another inch.
“Yeah, baby. Get yourself off.” She was so fucking hot. “Make yourself come all over me.”
“You feel so good.”
The sexual dynamo taking him to heaven was so much better than any fantasy he could conjure. A flesh and blood woman owning her sexuality. He must have done something right in his life to be this lucky.
Now if he could just hold off from coming before she did so he didn’t look like a total loser…
She slammed over him, impaling herself on his dick. And he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for her tits. Watching them bob and not being able to cup her was killing him.
“Yeah, oh please.” She moaned his name and ground over him.
He pinched her nipples. “Come, Marlie. Baby, yes.”
She moved those fingers faster, riding him, and cried out as she came.
He cupped her breasts as he let himself go, releasing into her with a groan of his own and never wanting the pleasure to end.
When they finally came back to their senses, she remained on top of his softening dick, her cheeks flushed, her breasts full, the nipples pert.
I love you so fucking much was on the tip of his tongue, but he managed to keep it together.
Marlie smiled down at him, satisfied. “Wow. Two for two. I’m impressed.”
“Honey, we’re just getting started. We’ve got a box of condoms to get through.”
She frowned. “I can’t be walking bowlegged at the game tomorrow.”
He grinned. “Well now. You don’t have to do all the work, sugar lips. Maybe next time you just lie there and let me get you good and sweaty.”
She planted her hands on his chest and scratched him like a kitten sharpening her claws. Or in Marlie’s case, a full-grown panther tenderizing prey. “Sugar lips?”
“Too much? How about honey crotch? Bitchin’ ass?”
She laughed and moved off him. Sadly, he felt cold without her.
“Go clean up, Sir Dicks a Lot.”
“Oh, I see what you did there with the ‘Dick’ reference.” He left her laughing, cleaned up in the bathroom, and returned to find her sitting up, naked in bed, with a can of whipped cream and a naughty look in her eyes.
She squirted the cream right into her mouth, and his thoughts went straight to the gutter.
“I have a feeling you don’t need to worry about walking bowlegged tomorrow.” He grabbed the whipped cream from her hands, shoved her onto her back, then pressed the canister to cover both of her nipples. “Me, on the other hand…”