Chapter 26
Marcus
Ilove going down on a woman, but fuck, Lily’s pussy is something else.
I could worship her perfect cunt all day and never grow tired of her taste.
My cock is painfully hard as I kiss her.
The scent and flavor of her arousal engulfs my senses as I lift her, hooking her thighs around my waist, grabbing her toned ass in my hands, guiding her towards the connecting door.
“Where are you taking me?” she mumbles between kisses, her hands roam over my chest, making my head spin with desire I’ve only ever felt with her.
“My bed.” I nip on her bottom lip, loving the way she gasps into my mouth.
“What’s wrong with my bed, caveman?”
“You bring protection?” Sucking lightly at her neck, I breathe against her skin as her hands tighten where they rest on my shoulders.
“Your bed sounds perfect.” She takes my lips again, and I turn the handle, the door swinging open.
“I knew you wouldn’t lock me out.” I smile into her kisses.
“I forgot. Means nothing, Diaz.”
Making sure I have her safely in my arms, I open the door and stride into my room. Placing her on the dresser, I reach inside my suitcase, finding the box of condoms I packed, hoping and praying I’d be in this position.
She’s leaning back on her palms as she watches me rip open the condom and roll it down my length.
Her teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as I pump my cock a few times to release some of the pressure.
Her cunt is glistening with her arousal, begging for my cock, and I see her fingers twitch at her sides.
“You want to touch yourself?” Her eyes snap up to mine, shock and desire in their depths. She nods slowly.
“Spread your legs wider, let me see how fucking wet you are. How much your needy cunt needs my cock buried deep inside her.” She wordlessly widens her legs, her lips parting slightly at my words as she sucks in a breath.
“Buena chica. Now spread those lips and show me just how needy she is.” Her eyes stay fixed on mine as she slowly glides one hand up her thigh, spreading her pussy lips, showing me just how wet she is. “Joder, you’re dripping.”
“Please, Marcus,” she whispers.
I step between her spread legs, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give you anything.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Push a finger in. Touch yourself for me.”
“No.” Her forehead rests on my shoulder in defeat.
“No?”
“I need you to touch me. Your fingers on my clit and your cock inside me, marking, claiming me.” My resolve is snapping; this woman will be the death of me.
She trails hot, wet kisses across my shoulder and up my neck, pushing me even further to the edge.
“Please, Marcus.” She takes my cock in her hand, guiding me towards her soaked entrance as she stares deep into my eyes. “Fuck me.”
And that’s it. That’s all I need. I can’t hold back any longer.
Thrusting forward, I’m balls deep in one perfect motion.
And she screams out in pleasure, and I groan mine.
Joder, she feels too good wrapped around me, her walls spasming already.
She’s so wet and warm, it makes my head spin.
I still, trying to gather myself so I don’t embarrass myself, but she breathes against my shoulder, “Stop stalling and fuck me. Or I really will do it myself?” Feeling her smile against my sweat-soaked skin, I huff out a laugh.
“Oh, baby, we haven’t even started. You’ll be feeling my cock for days after tonight.
” I thrust, making her gasp. “Every time you take a step.” I thrust again, my movements quickening, “you’ll feel me.
Feel how deep I took you. How I made you scream my name, and how you fell apart underneath me.
” Hooking my hands around her back, I settle them on her shoulders, pulling her down onto my cock every time I thrust up into her.
She throws her head back, her mouth parting on a silent scream.
“And how your perfect cunt gripped my cock as you begged me for release.” She meets me thrust for thrust as our pace quickens.
The dresser bangs against the wall, my aftershave and other toiletries falling to the ground as she grasps for anything to keep her steady.
Her walls start to spasm uncontrollably as our bodies collide again and again.
“Come for me, Petardo. Give me what I need, soak my cock.”
“Oh, fuck…” she screams, “Marcus, oh, God, yes…” Reaching between us, I press my thumb to her clit with just the right amount of pressure, circling the swollen nub. “Fuck, Marcus, yes… oh, God.” She explodes, shaking around me, and I hold her, thrusting until she stops shaking.
She smirks at me when she comes down, my cock still hard buried deep inside her.
“That all you got?” I chuckle, lifting her off the dresser and pulling out of her.
I quickly spin her around so she’s facing the mirror, pushing down between her shoulder blades until her chest is flat on the dresser, her breasts pressed to the cold wood. I thrust back inside her and she moans.
“When it comes to you, I can go all night. Now watch us.” Gathering her hair into a ponytail, I pull her head up so she can watch us in the mirror.
“See how perfect we look with my cock deep inside your cunt?” Her face is a picture of lust as I thrust deep inside.
My other hand grips her hips so hard I’ll leave bruises, marking her, but when she pushes back, I know she’s into this as much as I am.
“You’re holding back, Diaz,” she says breathlessly, and it doesn’t quite have her usual bite.
I quicken my pace, pumping into her so deep my eyes start to roll.
Feeling my balls draw up, I know I need her to get there now.
I smack her ass, loving the way the porcelain skin turns pink as she screams in ecstasy.
“Oh, God. Fuck.” Her eyes are wild as they connect with mine in the mirror, so I spank her again, harder this time, and her pussy squeezes my cock in a vice grip, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
“Again. Fuck again. Please, Marcus,” she begs as I spank her again.
My balls tighten as she whimpers beneath me.
Rocking my hips into hers, I continue to spank her, pulling hard on her hair, and she shatters around me.
Her pussy convulses and spasms, triggering my own orgasm.
I roar out my own pleasure as it rips through me.
Resting my chest on her back, I rub her ass cheeks to soothe the sting that I’m sure is there based on how red and pink it is; my cock twitching at the sight.
She turns her head to the side, smirking up at me, her hair a tangled mess and her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, but a satisfied smile plays at her lips. I don’t think she has ever looked more perfect. “Is that it?” she quips.
I laugh into her sweat-covered back, kissing between her shoulder blades. “We’re just getting started.”