5. Marco
5
MARCO
N othing tastes better than Lyla Adams’s pussy, yet I left her confounded and upset and lying half-naked on a table because I’m a selfish asshole and couldn’t get away from her fast enough. It wasn’t her fault, but the hurt in her eyes told me she thought it was, and that’s why I’m seeking her out, wanting to smooth things over.
I’ve never given a damn about anyone’s feelings. Until this girl. I can’t begin to identify these emotions, but they’re changing me, making me do things I’d never do. Stupid things, like leaving a business meeting early so I could rush home and make her come with my mouth. Of course, that wasn’t my intention when I decided to head back, but as soon as I saw her, looking ethereal as she enjoyed her lunch in the sun, I knew I needed a taste.
And now, I’m fucking addicted.
I have to stay away from her. I know that, even as I’m entering her room, hoping she doesn’t hate me as much as I think she does. When I open the door, I hear her in the shower moaning my name, and a flash of lightning hits me in the chest. Possession and desire course through my veins like wildfire, and my instincts take over, driving me to burst into her bathroom without hesitation.
The steam envelops me as I stride in, my eyes locking onto Lyla’s startled gaze. Her baby blues dart around the room as if she’s looking for danger—she has no idea that it’s standing right in front of her. Without uttering a single word, I jerk her out of the shower as water cascades off her skin like liquid silk. I carry her into the bedroom and roughly toss her onto the bed, a sudden animalistic hunger consuming me.
Naked and vulnerable, her sinful body calls to me like a siren’s song I can’t resist. She’s fucking ravishing, and every inch of her curves beckons me closer, fueling my primal need for dominance.
“You’re mine,” I growl while she trembles beneath me. The fire in her eyes tells me she’s not afraid. She wants me. She wants this just as much as I do.
“Marco,” she whispers, her voice shaky yet full of desire. The sound of my name on her lips ignites something deep within me, a dark and powerful force that demands her submission.
“Say it again.” My fingers dig into her hips as I hover over her.
She hesitates for a moment, likely feeling raw and exposed. Then she looks up at me with lust swirling in her gaze and repeats my name like a goddamn prayer. “Marco.”
Something inside me snaps, and a feral growl rips from my throat.
She belongs to me now, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means.
I tower over her like a predator, and my voice is deep and gruff. “You only come when I allow it.” It’s a promise and a warning, my authority absolute as I claim her with a fierce intensity.
Her eyes shimmer with a hint of defiance, but it’s overpowered by extreme lust that mirrors my own.
“Say you understand, Lyla.” I need to hear her words.
Her sultry tone is hypnotic when she replies, “Only when you allow it.”
“Such a good girl, Princess.”
She gives me a seductive smile that makes my dick jump beneath my tailored slacks. I don’t waste time getting undressed—not when I know she’s already dripping wet from touching herself in the shower, moaning my fucking name. I should punish her for that, but all I want to do right now is to fuck her into the mattress.
I drag Lyla to the side of the bed before unfastening my pants and pulling out my throbbing cock. The head is swollen and red as precum drips from the tip. Her gaze locks on to it while she licks her lips. I push her thighs back, wrapping her hands around them, just behind her knees.
“Keep them right there and don’t move.”
Her breaths become quick and shallow, her pretty pink pussy spread wide and glistening. I tap my cock against her center, enjoying the sound it makes while I coat myself in her arousal, then slide my length back and forth between her puffy, bare lips. I watch her every move, studying how her body trembles, how her pulse beats wildly at her neck, and her tight nipples become hard enough to cut glass.
I can’t wait anymore. I’m taking what I want.
I thrust into her wet heat, filling her tight cunt with my big cock. Her slick walls strangle me like a vise, the sensation electrifying and sending shockwaves through my body. She cries out, and for a moment, I falter when my mind whispers at me to stop and be gentle. But desperation takes over, giving her no time to adjust before I fuck her mercilessly, driving my dick deep inside her.
“God, Marco!” Her shout is a mix of ecstasy and pain, fueling my need to see her fall apart when I make her come.
I grit my teeth while my hands grip the back of her thighs, pushing myself farther into her as her muscles tense and she clenches around me. Every time I slam my rock-hard cock into her, it fills me with an intoxicating sense of possession.
“Tell me you’re mine.” My gaze locks on to hers with the raw intensity of our connection.
“I… I’m yours,” she pants with a trembling voice, her nails digging into her flesh as she holds her legs. Her words send me over the edge, and I lose myself in the carnal claiming of her body, each thrust driving us closer to a mutual release.
A wave of satisfaction washes over me as her passionate cries echo around us. “I’m so close,” she confesses and I quicken my pace, brutally pounding into her.
“I can’t stop. Your pussy feels too fucking good.” I glance down at our connection, feeling a sense of pride when I see her cream coating my flesh. “Look how well you take my dick, Princess. My fat cock stretching your tight little cunt.”
“Oh, God,” she breathes, tears spilling down her face while she writhes beneath me.
“Come for me, Lyla. Do it now,” I growl, and she closes her eyes, surrendering herself to the pleasure surging through her.
Her thighs shake and her back arches off the bed when her climax reaches the surface and takes her over the edge. She screams my name, and I can’t hold back any longer, driving into her hard and deep as I spill my cum inside her.
My heart pounds and sweat trickles down my spine as I take a few moments to catch my breath. She lies still against the mattress as I ease out of her, floating down from my enraptured high. The feeling, however, turns to dread when I see the bruises I left on her legs and how red and swollen her pussy is. Remorse settles in my chest, and I feel like the monster I’m known to be.
Unsettled by the emotions threatening to consume me, I hastily stand, tucking my cock away and avoiding her gaze.
“Marco?” she murmurs, turning onto her side and curling into a tight ball. I’m a bastard. I was too rough with her, proving myself right for having stayed away from her all this time.
I don’t trust myself to speak, so I remain quiet, taking one last look at the damage I’ve caused this beautiful girl before dashing from the room like a fucking coward.
I never should’ve brought her here, but I don’t think I can let her go either .