Chapter Seventeen
Ciara
Marco slips the rest of the nightgown over my head so I’m naked just like he is. I’ve never been this exposed and open with another person, both physically and emotionally. It’s a little bit terrifying but it also feels like the most right thing in the entire world.
He spreads my legs wider and cups my entire pussy with his hand. I moan as I arch into him. No one’s touch has ever lit this fire inside of me before. I need it with every fiber of my being.
His fingers find my clit and press down, making me buck into his hand. My hips have a mind of their own. The only thing I can think of is the pleasure Marco can show me. I want to get lost in him. I want to forget about everything else.
“Oh,” I moan, letting my body sink into the bed. Marco’s hand is firm as he shows me pleasure. He’s making it known that I belong to him. I’m fine with that as long as he knows he also belongs to me.
“You like this?” he asks darkly. “My touch. My hand on your pussy.”
“Yes.” My hands find my breasts. I need more, more, more. Marco’s dark eyes capture mine as he continues to pleasure me with his fingers. The only sound in the room is our breathing. It makes the moment more intimate.
“Soon, it will be my cock. You need to be ready for me.” He slips his finger inside of me, getting me warmed up. I open my legs wider. “God, the sight of you like this.”
“Yes,” I moan, squeezing my breasts. Marco’s breathing becomes more shallow, like he’s fighting to keep his composure. Like he’s fighting to hold back. But that’s the last thing I want.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” I say. “I don’t want that. I just want to be in this moment with you.”
Marco’s finger slides in and out of me faster. Firmer. Harder. My hips roll into his hand. I’ll never tire of this pleasure he brings out in me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp out.
Marco lets out a growl. His fingers are working magic on my body. I can’t think of anything else.
I moan when he slips a second finger inside of me. I’ve never felt this tight in my entire life before. This full. “Marco!”
“Fuck,” he murmurs. Before I know it, he slips a third finger inside of me. I choke on my cry.
“It hurts,” I whimper. But it also feels so good. I never want this to end.
“You need to be ready for my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan again.
Marco leans down and captures my lips with his. His fingers plow into me, over and over and over. My hips continue to lift into his hand, seeking more. God, I need more. I need to know that my husband wants me. That I can have a life of happiness.
In one quick motion, Marco slips his fingers out of me before pressing down onto my clit. My orgasm hits me suddenly, like a wave catching my body and quickly carrying me out to sea.
Marco kisses me as I ride out my orgasm.
After a moment, he pulls back and gives me a dark look. “I need my cock inside of you.”
“I need it too,” I admit.
Without a word, Marco grabs my thighs and lifts them around his waist. His length touches my inner thigh, making another flare of arousal hit me. I want nothing more than to give Marco all of me. He chose me tonight and nothing else matters.
Locking his eyes with mine, Marco lines his erection to my entrance right before he thrusts his hips forward, entering me.
The feeling of his hard cock inside of me makes my inner walls clamp down.
The groan that escapes him is like nothing I’ve ever heard before.
Pure and unadulterated pleasure. Marco is letting himself be vulnerable with me.
The thought almost makes me cry but I hold it back.
He sinks deeper until he’s fully seated inside of me. My thighs tighten around his waist, pulling him even closer. His bare chest brushes against mine. My nipples are sensitive, like I’m on fire.
Never have I been this close to another person before. It’s addicting. All consuming.
Marco shifts his hips backwards and forwards, slowly thrusting into me. I gasp. The sensation is perfect. Pure pleasure with just the tiniest bit of pain to make me feel alive.
“Oh,” I gasp, clutching his arms. His strong, sexy arms. This man drives me crazy and I’m not even afraid to admit it.
After a moment, I raise my hips to meet his, following his rhythm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Feel my cock inside of you.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels…” Another soft moan escapes my lips.
“Tell me,” he says into my ear. His hot breath tickles my neck, making me arch into him.
“I feel full.”
“And?” He rocks his hips harder against mine.
I can’t stop myself from moaning. I don’t want to hold back. The one thing I’ve desired for so long was freedom and I’m ready to let go.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“It feels amazing. God, it feels amazing!”
“You love my cock inside you, don’t you? You’re a dirty girl.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“A bad girl. Fuck, you’re a bad girl, aren’t you, baby?” He thrusts into me harder and harder. I grip his back, trying to keep myself steady. “Tell me you’re a bad girl.”
“I am,” I cry out. “I am.” Never has anything ever felt this right before.
Marco suddenly sits up and brings my ankles around his shoulders. In this new angle, he can sink even deeper into me. My moan fills the entire room. The sound of his body slapping against mine turns me on even more. It’s vulgar and dirty but god, it’s right.
He keeps his thrusts steady and firm, marking me with every single one of them. His hands grip my ankles like he’s scared he might lose me. I sigh when he kisses the inside of my right ankle.
“You like this, my bad girl?” he asks, fucking me harder. My hands splay out on either side of my head, letting myself get lost in the moment.
“Yes,” I moan.
“You’ve needed a good fucking for a while. Someone to put you in your place. Someone to claim you for good.”
I cry out, arching my back. “I need you closer. Please.” I sound desperate, on the verge of tears, and I don’t even care.
With a low growl, Marco lowers his body back onto mine. His thrusts start to become more frantic, like he’s losing it right along with me.
“Marco,” I gasp out. “Please. Please.” I can feel another orgasm rising inside of me. “I need… I need…”
“Come for me, my dirty girl. Come for me.” The next time he enters me fully, I let my release take me.
My moan is the loudest it’s ever been and I don’t even care. There’s no one else here to hear us. It’s just me and Marco.
Marco lets out a low groan as he finds his release next. He shudders and shakes. It’s the most open and vulnerable I’ve ever seen him.
With another groan, he slips out of me and slumps onto the bed. I stare up at the ceiling, catching my breath. My body feels tired and sore but I feel alive – truly alive – for the first time in my entire life. I never want this feeling to end.
Sitting up, I wrap my hand around his cock.
Marco hisses. “What are you doing?”
“I need you again.” I stroke him until he becomes erect. I can’t let this night end. Once morning comes, Marco could decide he doesn’t want me again. He could go after Will and then our marriage will be over. I need to make this night last as long as possible.
Once he’s fully erect, I straddle his waist.
“You really are my bad girl, aren’t you?” he asks in a soft, gentle tone as his fingers stroke my hips.
“I am.” I line his cock up to my entrance and then lower myself onto him. We both groan together.
“You know what you’re doing.”
“I’m a fast learner,” I gasp out, letting my head fall back. His hand covers my stomach before sliding up to my right breast. I moan when his fingers flick over my nipple. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
Even though it hurts a little, I ride him like a madwoman. I’ve never been shy in my body. Never been afraid of the topic of sex. I was just denied it but now that I’ve had it, I want to fully let go. I never want to stop.
Marco stares up at me with wonder in his eyes. “Fuck, baby. God.” He grips my hips tightly, pulling me harder onto his cock. My gasp gets caught in my throat.
I rock my hips back and forth in a frantic pace. “I need it again.”
“You need me to make you come?”
I nod as I practically pout.
Marco sits up, bringing our chests together. He helps me move my body on top of his. In this new position, he can kiss me easily. It’s a sloppy kiss. We’re both tired, covered in sweat, but neither one of us wants to stop this.
Marco’s big hands cover my back. I’ve never felt more safe. More content. More… at home than right now.
“God, you feel so good around my cock, my dirty girl,” he whispers against my lips, making me moan again. “I love hearing you scream. So scream for me.”
I let a loud cry escape my throat. My heart is beating so fast, I can barely think. I might not even be able to survive the night.
Marco grabs my ass, rocking my hips harder against his. His cock fills me up completely.
“I need you,” I whine.
“You have me,” he gasps before he kisses along my neck. His lips lower down to my breast where he captures my nipple in his mouth. My head drops back. This pleasure is too intense. Too much. I might just die from it and honestly, I wouldn’t care.
I grab the back of his head, holding him closer to me, afraid he might leave whenever he wants to.
Marco lifts his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply.
He brings his hand between our bodies, finding my clit and pressing down. My hips surge forward as an intense spike of pleasure hits me.
“Marco,” I moan.
“Yes. Scream my name for me. God, scream it.”
And I do. “Marco!” I let myself completely go as my third orgasm of the night washes over me. Marco grabs my hips again, using my body for his own pleasure. He pulls me down onto his cock over and over until he finds his second release.
The sound of pure pleasure that escapes him makes me cry out once more. I squeeze my eyes shut to stop the tears threatening to leave me.
Marco plants lazy kisses along my neck until he pulls back. I’m still seated on him. The last thing I want is to leave.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper, feeling suddenly shy.
“I’m thinking…” His eyes roam over mine. “Just how lucky I am to have found you.”
“I want this to work,” I admit. “I really do. I don’t want you to die. I swear.”
“I want it too,” he responds.
The most dangerous part is that he’s filled me with hope again. I just have to pray that he won’t break it like he did before.