10. Chapter Ten #3
I looked down at her, my shadow falling across her face. “We’ve got all night, babygirl,” I growled, stroking her cheek. “I don’t intend to rush a goddamned thing.”
Marcie giggled, then pulled my index and middle fingers into her mouth and sucked them. “Good. I want it hard and deep. Don’t let me cum until I fucking beg for it, okay? Until I’m so loud that… that…”
That Caroline hears it, I thought. She didn’t need to worry. “Make sure we’re loud” was the unspoken commandment of this entire evening.
“I want to hear you scream my fucking name, babygirl,” I told her, giving her a kiss.
Then I leaned back, grabbed Marcie’s legs and lifted, putting her heels on my shoulders.
She hadn’t expected it. The move put her completely beneath me, bent so that if not for the pillows, a forceful thrust would’ve slammed the crown of her skull into the headboard hard enough to make her see stars.
“Oh fuck…!”
I buried myself to the hilt inside of Marcie’s pussy, until I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. Fuck, she was so fucking tight. I’d promised to go slow, but holding back with something like that wrapped around my cock was maddening.
Even more maddening was the way Marcie’s hips rose to meet me on every thrust. She ground herself against me, using the unorthodox angle to its full potential, her walls literally grinding against the top of my crown every time I thrust deep and bottomed out inside of her.
She lifted herself into my arms, covering my chest and face with kisses, digging her nails into my back as the pleasure built and built without release.
“I love you,” she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pushed her to the brink. “I love you, I love you, I did it, I love you—”
“I love you, too, angel,” I told her, smirking as I kept that locked-in pace. “But that’s not going to get me to let you cum.”
She groaned against me. “You want me to beg?”
I nodded, my forehead inches away from hers.
Her gaze traveled to the wall. “Please, Jack! Please let me cum all over your cock!”
God damn. Caroline definitely heard that…
“You’re fucking me so goddamned deep!” Marcie lifted her hips, doing her best to impale herself on me as both of us neared the peak.
“I love the way you fucking own me with this cock, Jack! Please, please I want to cum for you! I did everything else right, I was such a good girl, please let me fucking cummmm…!”
The steady rhythm I’d been hitting finally broke. I thrust like mad between Marcie’s legs, pounding her like I was trying to fuck her right through the mattress, ringing her g-spot like a fucking bell.
“I’m so goddamned proud of you, babygirl,” I growled, sounding more like a beast than a man. “Cum on that dick for me, angel. Cum for me and then I’m gonna fucking fill that pussy all the way up…!”
It was all Marcie needed to hear.
Her whole face filled with sheer joy at hearing how proud I was of her, and then she was over the edge and crashing into the stratosphere.
Her walls gripped me like a fist as she came, screaming my name at the top of her lungs, and I buried myself as deep as I could inside of her and let go when I heard it.
Thick, hot ropes of liquid lava spurted from my cock, spraying against her walls as she wrapped her legs around me and held me there, milking me with the muscles of her cunt as her nails gently raked my back.
For a few seconds after my peak, the whole room swam. I actually felt dizzy from how hard I’d emptied myself inside of Marcie: lightheaded in the way that made me worry I could tip into panic without meaning to.
The feeling faded after a few moments. I pulled out of Marcie, rolling to the side carefully to avoid crushing her or the beautiful new thing alive inside of her.
She kicked the covers in my direction as I propped myself up on an elbow. I took the hint and pulled them up to our waists.
“That was… wow,” Marcie whimpered. She grinned. “I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”
“Not too sore, I hope,” I told her.
She shook her head. “It was perfect,” she said, scooting closer to me. “Honestly, I think I could go conquer a few more businesses if it would get a repeat performance like that out of my husband.”
I couldn’t not laugh at that. Neither could Marcie.
“I love you, babygirl,” I said, holding her close.
For a moment we lay like that, my arm around her shoulders and her free hand gently stroking her stomach. Then, all at once, she straightened up with a knowing grin, and I realized that in the midst of the sex I’d forgotten all about wish number two.
“Alright,” Marcie purred, rising to a sitting position. “Let’s do this.”
She sat up, pulled the blanket up just above her breasts, and glanced over at the door connecting our suite to the smaller room next door. When she spoke, her voice was pitched every bit as loud as it had been while I was inside of her.
“Oh, servant!” She got a fit of giggles, then cured it by clapping her hands like an imperious queen. “Come here at once!”
The door opened before she could even finish her sentence.