Chapter 20 #2
"Are you telling me that you want to hear me beg you to fuck me, Marcus? That I want your mouth on every inch of my body? That I want you to feel how wet you make me? And that I can't wait for you to feel how my pussy is going to milk your cock as you make me come?"
His mouth drops open, even as his breath hitches, feeling me stroke him. "That mouth of yours..."
"What about it? You want to feel it wrapped around your hard, thick cock?" I emphasise each word with a squeeze.
"Fuck, Lexi." He grabs my hand and pulls it away. "I'm not going to be able to do any of those things you just said if you keep talking like that with your hand stroking me."
I giggle and it makes him laugh as he pulls me against him for another soul-searing kiss. "Sexy fucking witch," he whispers against my lips.
"Not me," I tease, nipping his bottom lip.
"Then explain how all I can think about is eating you out on the kitchen island right now?"
I give him a sly look. "Because you can read my mind?"
He groans, and before I know what's happening, he bends over and throws me over his shoulder.
"Marcus!" I yell, grabbing his back. "I'm too heavy, put me down."
He slaps a hand over my ass. I gasp at the sting and instantly wanting more.
"I'm not putting you down until it's to put your dripping wet pussy on my mouth."
Well, that shuts me up.
He kicks the front door shut behind us, and carried me into the kitchen, sitting me down on the marble island.
Grinding against me, his body between my legs, he runs his fingers down the curve of my neck.
"When I was giving you the tour before, and you ran your fingers along the edge of this bench, my cock got so hard thinking of doing exactly what I'm about to do to you now," he growls.
His lips find the side of my throat, kissing and laving at my skin, then moving down to my chest as he carefully unclasps each button of my dress, kissing down my body as he goes.
My hands dig into his hair as he lays soft, sweet kisses on my skin, then swirls his tongue over a spot that makes my core clench.
"Marcus..." I whisper as he buries his face into my stomach, his hands resting on my thighs. He breathes me in as he pushes the two sides of my dress open and then looks up at me. "Lean back. On your hands, baby."
The word sends an impossible thrill through me and I have no choice but to obey. I lean back, so I can still see him while my body is splayed out in front of him.
He drops to his knees, but he's so tall, his head still hovers at the edge of the kitchen as he reaches over hooking his fingers into my panties.
"Up, baby. Lift those hips. Let me see you."
He helps me wriggle out of the panties, and I bend my knees and let my thighs fall open. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and I lift my hands up to cover the soft pad of my belly, the other falling between my legs.
"No, no, no," he growls, and pulls them away. "None of that, no covering any part of you from me. You hear me?"
I swallow, feeling my cheeks heat.
"God, I could stare at your sweet pussy all day...but I've got other plans."
And then his mouth is on me.
Spreading me apart with his hands, his tongue finds my pussy, the tip pressing into me without warning. His groan vibrates through me, and I almost lose it in that moment.
"Fuck, you taste even better than I dreamed." His tongue plunges into me and there's something so erotic about it that it takes the air out of my lungs.
His tongue is deep inside me right now. He licks into me slow and deep, each movement pushing my pleasure higher. My hips move, needing more, needing everything. His hand digs into my inner thigh, grounding me as he eats me.
"Look at me, baby," he says, voice rough. And I lift my head, forcing my eyes open to obey.
In the exact moment our eyes lock, his tongue presses hot and hard, flat against my aching, throbbing clit, then his lips close around it, sucking hard.
I scream his name as pleasure thrashes through my body, rough and erratic.
My thighs try to press together as my orgasm rocks through me, but he keeps them splayed wide, still licking, drawing desperate moans from me.
"Marcus, please..." I moan, my voice echoing in the empty house.
"That's it, give me more," he mutters against my aching clit. "Show me how much you love my mouth on you."
I sob as he licks me to another shattering orgasm, whispering words that push my mind as well as my body over the edge. As my body shakes through it, he gets to his feet, kissing up the curve of my stomach, between my breasts, and to my mouth.
His hand grasps the back of my neck as he drags my panting mouth to his.
"Taste your delicious cum on me, Lexi. So you know how fucking delicious you taste, so you know why I'll be dreaming of drinking you every day for the rest of my life."
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he presses into me as our mouths fight for dominance.
Even after having already come twice, I can't get enough of him, I wriggle down, pressing my still pulsing core against his hardness, and he moans into my mouth.
"Hang on," he says, laying his head on my chest. "Gimme a sec. If I fuck you now I'll last like two seconds."
"So, then we'll do it again in two seconds and fifteen minutes," I tease him.
He props his chin on me gently and grins up at me. His handsome face making my heart skip a beat. "The way you're already getting me so fucking hard, I don't think I'll need that long."
He presses a hard kiss against my lips and straightens up.
I sit up with him, watching as he undresses, pulling a condom from his back pocket.
I try to ignore the jealousy that burns through me at the thought of who and when he would've used that with. Instead, I slide off the kitchen island. I'm about to slip out of my dress when he grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him.
"No. Keep it on. I like the way you look with it open, but still showing me your gorgeous fucking body."
I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him hard, reaching for his hard length, stroking it as he growls my name into my mouth.
I take the condom from him and slide it over his length, feeling him harden even more at my touch.
Then I spin around and pull my dress up to my waist and bend over, bracing my hands on the bench as I spread my legs.
"If you'd taken me up to that room, this is how I would've wanted you to fuck me," I say, turning back to look at him.
He lunges forward, grabbing my hips in his hands. It takes him a second to line the head of his cock up against me, and I almost whimper when he stops.
"You still want this now, baby? You say the word and we stop."
"If you stop, the only words you're going to hear are that I'm going to fucking kill you."
He laughs, and it's dark and rough.
And then he's inside me. Slamming his thick hard cock all the way into me.
I scream with the burn. And it feels so fucking good.
As much as I've been playing the vixen tonight, I haven't had that much experience with men. And with no one anywhere near like Marcus.
"Fucking hell," he says, his head leaning forward on my back. "God your pussy is fucking perfect. I can't go slow, baby. I just can't."
I push back onto him in answer, taking him even further. With his hands on my hips he pulls out and slams back in. I sob at the sensation of him taking me.
And then we fuck. Hard and fast and needy.
Sweat and arousal drip down my thighs as he takes me deep with every stroke.
"Marcus!" I shout, knowing that my orgasm is imminent.
He leans over, grabbing my face in his hands, turning me to plunge his tongue in my mouth in rhythm with his strokes.
"I want to see your face when you come on my cock, Lexi. And I want you to know I'm watching you. Know that I've fantasised about this for fucking years. And when I come, you're going to know it's your sweet little cunt that's making me feel so fucking good."
Even in our desperation, we find a rhythm, and with each stroke, he takes me closer. Until he bites down on my lower lip, and he reaches around to pinch my clit and I explode.
My whole core clenches, and the feel of him deep inside me enhances every bit of my pleasure.
"Fuck, your pussy is perfection," he growls, fucking me through my orgasm until he shouts, and stiffens, and I feel him pulsing and coming, his cock embedded inside me.
I collapse on the bench and I think he's going to just fall on top of me.
But he pulls out, discards the condom, then gently turns me over, lifting me into his arms and lowering us both to the floor so I'm on top of him.
"I'm too heavy," I start to protest and he quiets me with a soft kiss.
"That's the last time I ever want to hear you say that." He flexes his bicep. "Me strong. You...perfect."
He pulls my head to his chest, and we lay there, letting our breaths settle in sync.