Chapter 24 Alina
ALINA
The bedroom door slams shut behind us as Marco throws me onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger. My heart pounds in my chest. He starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest inch by inch.
I can't wait any longer. I pop up on my knees and start kissing his chiseled, hard chest. His pecs are so perfect. He's so perfect.
He grabs my sweater and yanks it up. I help him pull it off, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
I see the look of surprise in his eyes when he realizes I'm not wearing a bra. He reaches out, grabs my chest, and gives my nipples a pinch.
I moan from the sudden rush of painful bliss.
He leans into me, and I fall back on the bed.
His fingers hook into the band of my yoga pants, making sure to grab my underwear too, and pulls them down in one swift motion.
His eyes darken as he looks at me like he's starving, and I'm the only thing that can satisfy him.
I spread my legs, giving him exactly what he needs to feed on. There is no hesitation from him.
He lowers his head, and I feel his tongue—hot and relentless—licking and sucking on my clit and lips like a man possessed.
I arch my back, moaning as the sensation builds.
Each swipe of his tongue sends a shockwave through my body, driving me closer to the edge.
My hands find their way to his hair, gripping tightly as I grind against his mouth.
He growls with satisfaction, his grip on my hips tightening as he feasts on me.
I've never felt so animalistic in all my life, but now I want to be devoured no other way. He continues, his tongue never stopping, and the pleasure becomes almost unbearable. My breath comes in gasps, my heart rattling in my chest, and I can feel the orgasmic tension building, my body tightening.
I moan louder, letting Marco know I'm going to erupt.
He quickens his licks, and then I start to shake before I explode.
Waves of ecstasy crash over me, and I scream his name, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm.
Marco doesn't stop, his tongue tasting every drop of my release, his growls of satisfaction vibrating through me.
It's intense, overwhelming, and I can't help but surrender to the sensation.
As the waves of pleasure slowly fade and my vision returns, I lie there, panting. I feel spent, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. Marco lifts his head, his eyes full of desire, his lips glistening with my juices. He smiles at me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
"You taste incredible," he says, his voice low and husky. "I could do this all night."
I smile back at him and almost giggle from happiness, suddenly feeling shy. He crawls up and kisses me, and I can taste myself on his lips.
"Lay down," I say because I plan on returning the favor.
I run my hands over his chest, undo his belt, and pull his pants off. I then remove his boxers and toss them to the floor.
I gasp when I see him—really see him—for the first time.
"Jesus," I whisper, my eyes widening. He's huge. Thick and hard and so fucking perfect it almost doesn't seem real. I can't believe I took him before, that I didn't tear apart at the seams the first time he pushed into me.
I reach out and wrap my hand around him, my fingers barely meeting around his girth. He's rock hard and smooth, like velvet over steel, and I can feel the way his throbbing cock pulses in my grip.
I look up to see his eyes locked on me.
"I want your lips on my cock, Firefly," he says, his voice low.
I lick my lips in preparation. "Yes, Sir," I whisper.
The desire to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel, is all I can think about. I lean forward, my tongue coming out to lick the tip, tasting the salty precum. The moan that comes from his throat makes me smile against his cock.
"Fuck, Alina," he growls, his hips moving involuntarily.
I take him into my mouth, slowly at first, savoring the way he feels against my tongue, the way his hands fist in my hair, holding me in place.
I feel him grow even harder as I suck and lick, my hands stroking the base of his cock.
I take him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him.
He guides my head, his grip tightening in my hair, setting the pace.
The taste of him, the feel of him, the sounds he's making—it's intoxicating. I lose myself in the desire of it all.
Suddenly, he pulls me off, his chest heaving. "Good girl," he praises, his voice hoarse as he catches his breath. "But I want to be inside you when I come."
He sits up, pulls me to him, and kisses me, hard and demanding.
His fingers find my vagina, already wet and swollen.
"You're so wet for me, baby," he murmurs, his fingers circling my clit, making me tremble with need. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you, Sir," I gasp, my hips bucking against his fingers. "Inside me."
"Then be a good girl and get on all fours."
I obey his command and turn around on all fours so he has a view of what he likes.
Almost instantly, his hand lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me cry out.
"You've been begging for this," he says deeply. "Haven't you?"
"Yes," I gasp, my skin stinging where his hand landed.
"Yes, what?" He asks.
I bite me lip, "Yes, sir."
He spanks me again, the sound lingering in the room over my moans. I arch my back, pushing my ass up toward him, wanting to feel that pleasurable sting again.
He spanks me a third time and then leaves his hand there, gently rubbing the area. I like when he does that.
After a few seconds, he grips my hip, holding me in place, and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance. He pushes in slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way, and I can't help but moan.
Once he's in me, he stays there for a moment, letting me adjust, but unlike before, it's not a slow start. It can't be—we're too far deep in our lust.
He starts thrusting hard, slamming into me. The force of it drives me forward, and I brace myself on the mattress, clutching the sheets as he sets a brutal pace. It's so raw, so physical—I never want it to end.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groans as each thrust hits a spot inside me that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I lower myself, arching my back and pushing into him, wanting him closer, deeper.
"Harder," I beg, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets. "Please, Sir."
He growls, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding of my body. Our moans and gasps are loud, and I'm pretty sure all of Chicago can hear us.
I start to feel my second orgasm building—a tightening in my core, a heat spreading through my body.
"Come for me," he commands. "Come all over my cock."
His words send me over the edge. I scream his name as my body convulses around him, my vagina clenching and releasing as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He keeps going, his thrusts becoming even more erratic, and I can feel him getting close.
"Come for me, Sir," I gasp, pushing back against him, and that's all it takes. He groans, his body stiffening as he fills me with his warm cum, and then he hunches over me, his cock pulsing inside me.
After a few moments, he pulls out, and I collapse onto the bed, my body still shaking. He lies down beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I can feel his heart pounding against my back. Neither of us speaks.
I feel a warmth spread through me that has nothing to do with the physical pleasure he just gave me. There's a connection here, a vulnerability that I've never felt with anyone else.
I turn to look at him.
"So, that was amazing," I say with a smile.
He kisses me on the forehead. "It's because you're amazing."
"I mean, you're already sleeping with me. You don't need to lie," I say, giggling.
He looks at me and smiles. "You mind if I sleep here tonight?"
I pop my head up. "Really? You want to, like, stay with me?"
He looks confused. "I mean, well, it's almost 4, so I guess it's morning. I could—"
"No, you can stay," I say and curl back into him.
He holds me tight, and we don't say another word. Before I know it, I'm drifting off into the happiest sleep I've had in a long time.