Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Marco gives in. A lot quicker than I thought he would.
I thought I’d have to finish this by myself.
I would have too. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality.
And, honestly, there’s something freeing about this man.
I wouldn’t have been so bold with any of my former boyfriends.
Marco gives off a different vibe, though.
He grabs hold of my face and slams his lips onto mine.
My hand snakes down his chest, reaching for the waistband of his boxers.
Pulling them down enough to give me access to what I want.
I grip his cock in my hand and moan into his mouth.
I could tell he was huge, but when my hand barely wraps around his width…
Oh shit, this is either going to hurt like hell, or send me flying up to heaven in bliss.
I pull away from his mouth and push Marco back slightly, so I can look down at his cock. “Don’t let this go to your ego, but you’ve done this before, right? This is going to fit inside me?” I ask as I stroke up and down his shaft.
I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s not like I haven’t seen a dick this close up. I’m certainly no innocent virgin here. But damn… I never thought I’d be looking at one while thinking it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
My thumb swipes along the seam, collecting the leaking precum. I want to feel the weight of him in my mouth. I want his taste on my tongue. Then again, I want it in another place too, and I don’t know which I’m more desperate for.
Scooting down from the counter, I drop to my knees in front of Marco. I lean forward and run my tongue from base to top, wrapping it around the tip and getting my first real taste.
“Fuck,” Marco hisses. His hands wrap around my hair, holding it away from my face. “Shit, princess. Fuck, I’m going to hell.” He curses as I wrap my mouth around his cock again.
It’s heady, and I want more. But I need him buried inside me. Now. My vagina is aching for it. She’s practically weeping for him.
His cock plops from my mouth. “Bedroom, now,” I say, taking Marco by the hand. I lead him to my room and force him down on the bed before digging through my nightstand. I find a condom and hold it up. “Put this on.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” He smirks.
“Are you complaining right now?” I raise a brow as I lift my tank top over my head.
“Nope. Not a single fucking complaint here,” Marco says, staring at my chest.
I drop my shorts next, climb onto the bed, and straddle his thighs. Fuck, they’re muscular. He must spend a lot of time in the gym. It doesn’t surprise me, with his job and all.
“Fuck, you know how to do that so well.” Marco groans as I pump his cock a few more times. I smile at the praise. “It pisses me off. Because there is only one way you can get good at that, and that’s with practice,” he growls.
I position myself on top of him. “Channel that anger. Angry sex is good sex.”
I line myself up and try to sink down on him.
It’s happening much more slowly than I’d like.
But he’s fucking huge, and I need to get used to his size.
The burn eases away once I’m bottomed out.
I roll my hips slightly, getting my body accustomed to accepting him.
Because I guarantee this is not going to be the last time I have this dick inside me.
Marco’s hands go to my hips, and in one effortless move, he flips us around, asserting dominance. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be walking with a limp for the next week,” he says as he pulls out and then drives back into me again.
“Yes, fuck yes. I want that. Don’t hold back,” I tell him.
Marco stills and inhales a deep breath. Is he trying to gain control of himself right now? I want him to lose it and fuck me like his life depends on it. Let’s face it, if my brother knew what was happening right now, the guy’s life would be over anyway.
Marco tilts his head back down and makes eye contact with me as the right side of his lips curl slightly. “When you have to ice your vagina tomorrow, remember you asked for this.”
Then he lifts one of my legs, resting my ankle on his shoulder. His body leans over mine, bending my lower half back towards my head. He’s just opened me right up. He starts to pump in and out. His fingertips dig in as he grabs at my hips, holding me in place as he picks up speed. And force.
I’m nothing more than a screaming, wet mess. He hits something deep inside me—a place I didn’t know was even there—and it’s lighting up every spark within me. I’m burning from the inside out.
I’m so close to coming too. It’s a little embarrassing… how quickly this is happening. But right now, I just want to fall. No, I want to leap over this cliff. Headfirst.
“I want to feel your cunt choking my cock, princess. I need you to come for me,” Marco grunts. And as if my body has been trained to follow his commands, I do just that. I come. Stars. Blackness. The whole fucking lot. I feel him thickening, and his movements become rigid as he follows me.
His body covers mine, our heartbeats racing, one against the other, as they battle for first place. In both speed and intensity. Mine’s winning, even though he’s the one who just put in all the work.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Marco?”
“Yeah?” His head is resting on my chest.
“Let me know when you’re good to go again,” I tell him. Because, like I said, this is not the last time this is happening. I’ve never been fucked so thoroughly in my life, and now that I know what it’s like, I’m not going back.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on by avoiding the men mixed in my family’s lifestyle? If so, I’ve been a damn fool.