Chapter 5
IMOGINE
My lips still tingle from our kiss as Marco leads me back to his car.
I was shocked by the ferocity of Marco’s desire when he pulled me against him and fused his mouth to mine.
The way his hands slid down my curves, grabbing my hips and grinding against me…
I squeeze my thighs together to try and find some relief from the ache he created in my core.
“Gotta get you home,” he grunts, quickening his pace. I’m not sure if he means my home or his.
My head is all over the place. I know I’m his fake girlfriend, so it makes sense that he would have to kiss me at some point. It felt so real, though. The passion, the need, the outright primal lust flowing through him and into me was intoxicating. He couldn’t fake that, right?
Then again, what the hell do I know? That was my first kiss, not that I’d ever admit that to Marco.
He helps me into the car, and then we’re off, speeding down one street and then another, notably heading to a different part of the city than my shitty neighborhood.
I’m about to ask where we’re going when Marco places his large, warm hand on my bare thigh.
A shudder racks my body at that simple touch, and he tightens his hold on me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, sliding his hand further up my leg.
I spread my thighs slightly, hardly aware of what I’m doing. My body moves on its own, and I squirm in my seat, my hips angling up to give him more access. A breathy whimper escapes my lips as he strokes my sensitive skin.
The car comes to an abrupt halt, and Marco snatches his hand away, leaving me a wanton puddle in the front seat. A second later, my door flies open, and Marco nearly rips my seatbelt off before pulling me out of the vehicle.
“Where are–” Before I can finish my question, the sexy, chiseled man who’s captured my heart scoops me up in his arms.
“My house. I can’t hold back any longer.”
I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling into him and letting him know I feel the same. As soon as we burst through the front door of his home, Marco sets me down and backs me against the wall.
“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs, ghosting his nose across my jaw and down my neck.
“Everything about you. Your curves, your strength, your sassy little mouth.” Marco takes my lips in another devastating kiss, dragging me further and further down into the depths of lust and longing.
My body is buzzing, my nerve endings sizzling with each swipe of his tongue.
“Be very sure you want this, beautiful. I can’t let you go.
I won’t. Tell me now if you want me to stop. ”
He leans back slightly, giving me space to gather my thoughts. I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall behind me. Yes, yes, yes, this is what I want. My body is screaming at me to climb him like a tree and give in to the overwhelming pleasure he’s offering.
After a few seconds of tense silence, I open my eyes and stare directly into his dark gaze. “Is this part of the deal?” I whisper, holding my heart in my hand.
“Fuck the deal,” he says right before claiming my lips as his own. All worries about the future, our agreement, and all the other obstacles in our way fall right out of my head. All I can focus on is being moved away from the wall and then lifted by Marco’s hands on my thighs.
He sets me down on a nearby desk, and I part my legs for him, whimpering when he steps in between them. His rough hands slide the sequined material of my dress higher and higher up my thighs until he’s rubbing his hard cock over my panty-covered pussy.
“I feel your heat, angel. Are you wet for me? Do you need this?” He thrusts his hips, hitting my clit through the thin lacy scrap of underwear.
“Yes, yes, I need you.” The words come pouring out of my mouth, almost without my permission.
Marco kisses me again and again, each swipe of his tongue wiping away my fears and doubts until all that’s left is his taste, his smell, his touch.
“Please,” I gasp, though I’m not even sure what I’m asking for.
Marco grunts and rubs his fingers against my pussy, over the fabric of my panties. I grind down on his hand and bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my cries.
“Jesus, you’re so damn responsive. I’m hardly even touching you,” he grunts.
“So why don’t you touch me for real?”
His eyes flash with a dangerous look, and his jaw tenses right before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses the breath right out of my lungs. When he tears himself away from me, it’s so he can kneel and press his face into my core, inhaling my scent through the lacy piece of lingerie.
Marco growls and dips his thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips and watch as he peels them off in one swift move.
“This okay, Imogine?” he asks, pausing with his hands on my knees, looking me in the eyes to make sure I mean what I say.
Watching this huge, muscled, effortlessly powerful man kneel before me and ask my permission gives me the courage to continue. If this is all a fantasy that will be over when the debt is paid, I want to enjoy every second.
“I want to feel you,” I tell him with a nod. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like…” My face burns up at my words, knowing I’ve just revealed my inexperience.
“You’ve never had anyone taste this juicy cunt?”
His words are so filthy and so… hot. I shake my head no.
“Have you ever had anyone inside you, Imogine?”
I close my eyes, not wanting to answer his question and admit how innocent I really am.
“Tell me, beautiful. Tell me I’m the only one. Fucking tell me, Imogine,” he demands.
“Only you,” I whisper, finally opening my eyes.
“Jesus, you’re perfect.”
With that, Marco yanks my legs wide open so I’m spread out before him on the desk.
He shoves my dress up and over my hips, his eyes latching onto my bare, throbbing core.
He flattens his tongue and takes a long, slow lick up the seam of my pussy, stopping to flick my clit and suck on the swollen ball of nerves.
I moan and fall back on the desk, allowing Marco to guide one of my legs over his shoulder and then the other. I tilt my head up and watch Marco as he stares at my pussy. Something about that is inexplicably hot. I clench, and more of my juices leak out of me.
“So fucking wet…” Marco growls before shoving his face in between my thighs and making me crazy with need.
He eats me out in desperate, forceful strokes. His tongue plunges inside my tight little hole, in and out, and then back up to circle my clit.
I cry out and claw the desk, seeking something to keep me grounded during this hurricane of pleasure.
Marco pulls back for a second, making me whine in frustration. He grabs my hands and puts them on his head. I instantly fist his hair, which causes him to grunt in approval.
“You need to hang on to something, you hang on to me.”
I nod and shove his head in between my legs again, making him chuckle into my soaking-wet folds. I feel the vibrations every-fucking-where, putting me right on the edge.
Marco sucks on my clit and thrusts a finger inside me without warning. I moan at the unexpected invasion and then wiggle my hips to get him to go deeper.
He leans back slightly so he can watch himself fuck me with his finger. The sloppy, wet sounds fill the otherwise silent room and make me tremble in anticipation. I can’t contain the whimper that spills when he adds a second finger. I’m close, so, so close…
Marco’s eyes snap to mine. He looks at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds with his intense desire. I can’t wait to let him. I slam my eyes shut as a delicious wave of ecstasy sweeps through my body and rattles my bones.
“Fuck, that’s it, sweetheart. Goddamn, this juicy cunt,” he grunts before leaning down and sucking on my clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.
I hold my breath as my muscles draw up tight.
For a moment I’m suspended in space, hovering, flying.
The hard, merciless rhythm of his tongue is almost painful on my clit, overwhelming in the most glorious way.
He twists his fingers and curls them up, breaking the tension over my body as the first wave of my orgasm floods through me.
I bow my back off of the desk and cry out, my legs slamming shut against his head, trapping him there.
Marco slides his hands under my ass and squeezes the soft flesh.
Hard. I buck against his mouth as my orgasm drips out of me.
The thought of marking him with my release is so filthy yet such a turn-on.
I grind against him, nearly losing my mind when he growls and bites down on my clit.
The sting of his teeth followed by the smooth heat of his tongue has me coming again. The orgasm quickly rips through my body, leaving me breathless and unable to move once I come down.
Marco lowers my legs and scoops me up, carrying me out of the room and further into his house.
He sets me down in front of his immaculate king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets.
A soft, barely restrained growl catches my attention.
I look at him, trembling with desire when I see the flash in his dark eyes.
He looks down at me with unbridled lust, which is only magnified when I see his mouth still glistening with my release. I don’t stop to think about it; I lean up and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips and moaning softly as he opens up for me.
One minute, we’re licking and kissing and devouring each other, and the next minute, I’m spun around so my back is pressed against Marco’s front.
He licks a stripe up my neck, nibbling beneath my ear as he slowly unzips my dress.
His fingers tickle the bare skin of my shoulders as he slides the straps down my arms, letting the fabric fall and pool at my feet.