Chapter 62
Chapter sixty-two
You Were Perfect
Sophia
Pushing up onto his knees, Marco drapes his body over mine and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me into a desperate kiss that tells me his last shred of control has snapped.
My body is heavy and deliciously spent after he took his time teasing me to my climax, but I want to make this good for him.
I want that version of him that takes what he wants without remorse.
I want him to forget about taking care of me, protecting me, putting plans in place.
I want us to get swept up in this moment, to just be lost in each other.
I run my hands through his hair, scraping my nails along his scalp the way he likes.
It earns me a groan, and I tug on his ends, pulling my mouth away from his, looking up at him through hooded lids.
I drag my nails down the front of his torso, eliciting a shiver from him.
“What’s got you shivering, baby? You don’t feel very cold,” I coo, repeating his words from earlier.
“Brat,” he growls, standing suddenly and weaving his hand into the hair at the back of my head and tugging with enough force to lock our gazes.
“There he is.” His eyes blaze, and I reach out and cup his erection straining against his zipper, the weight of him heavy against my palm.
I apply some pressure with a squeeze, and move my hand to his belt buckle, but he knocks my hand away before I can take it much further, making quick work of undressing.
I adjust my position so I’m sitting upright, my ass to the edge of the couch, legs spread wide and ready to take him.
Stepping in close, he strokes his hard, thick cock that juts out proudly with long, languid strokes with one hand and cups the back of my head with the other.
“Open up, baby. Time to put this smart mouth to work,” he says, voice rough with need as he brings his length right to my mouth. I poke my tongue out the littlest bit and swirl around his swollen head. He hisses in return, the hand in my hair tightening in response.
“I wore the red lipstick like you asked. But you promised a cherry-flavored lollipop,” I say on low gasp, teasing him further with a soft kiss to his tip before I reach over and pluck a cherry from the bowl.
“Let’s fix that.” Then I tease him in the same way he did to me, trailing the syrupy cherry from his sensitive taint, along his shaft and around his swollen tip, licking, kissing, and sucking along the same path and stroking him between each pass, edging him almost to release, then pulling him right back.
His whimpers and low moans send a zip of electricity through me, and I feel myself dripping with need again as the melodious sound collides with the sharp sting of Marco’s hands wrapped around my hair, tugging to control how fast or slow I suck on him.
I can tell he’s almost there, the buck of his hips getting faster, but before I urge him to take me the way he wants, I pop off him.
He cusses. “I promise it will all feel better in a second, baby,” I purr as I make a show of putting the cherry in my mouth and popping it off the stem in the same way that snapped his control earlier.
I hope it has the same effect on him now.
I look up at him chewing slowly, letting the sweet cherry coat my mouth, before I lick up the pre-cum about to drip off his tip and take him into my mouth.
I run my hands up the back of his legs until they’re cupping his firm ass, and before I fully take him inside, I command, “Now fuck my face.” I give him no choice but to obey as I suck and take him deep as I pull his ass towards me.
“Fuccckkkkk,” he groans as he pistons into me again and again, hitting the back of my throat, setting off my gag reflex, the sensation of my throat constricting around him heightening his pleasure further.
When I can sense he’s about to come, I hold him there and he explodes, his cum filling the back of my throat, causing me to splutter.
“Fuck, Soph! Was I too rough?” Marco asks, panicked, softly wiping at the tears rolling down my face and pulling out.
I swallow and give him a soft smile. “You were perfect. Now kiss me. Pretty please with a cherry on top.”