Page 10 of Obeying His Rules

The realization of that actually turns me on in a very strange way. I know it shouldn’t but it does. It really does.

Marlon wants me. He wants me badly.

I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way he’s holding me, the way he’s fucking me, in the way he seems to have a disregard for how he may hurt me with his cock but how he also just went out of his way to pleasure me.

Who is this man?

He leans down and takes each of my nipples between his lips and sucks them, causing my back to arch up off the bed. Again, I feel all the sensations of an approaching orgasm.

But how could that be? I just came minutes ago.

But sure enough, Marlon picks up the pace, driving his massive, swollen manhood deeper and faster into me, and my body nearly goes on fire.

“Come on it,” he tells me, somehow clearly able to read all my body’s signs. “Do it, Rain.”

And that’s all it takes–Marlon commanding me.

This time I’m able to cry out as my orgasm hits me. A moan escapes my lips and lasts throughout the length of my entire climax. My heart pounds heavily in my ears, I grip the sheets and hold on for dear life and wrap my legs around Marlon’s muscled waist as every nerve ending in my body ignites with rapturous pleasure.

My mind swirls like a tornado is inside my skull.

My consciousness rockets high into the sky, leaving my body alone as I go somewhere else for a moment–somewhere dreamy and cloudlike.

Just as I’m coming down, I feel a pulsing sensation between my legs, and Marlon slides out of me. The bed shifts, and he comes around beside my face, grips my jaw, and turns my head toward him.

“Open,” he says firmly.

I do, without question, and feel his cock slip in between my lips. The next thing I know, I’m swallowing his cum–sweet, salty and hot as it sprays into my mouth–and listening to him groan with pleasure as he holds me in place and grips my left breast with his other hand.

So fucking hot.

He finishes up, then sits back on the bed and takes a deep breath.

I lick my lips and do the same.

My mind and my soul are still floating around somewhere high above, waiting to come back down to earth and rejoin me when I’m ready. I know I shouldn’t say this out loud, but I’m too woozy after what just happened to stop myself.

“Never in my life, have I ever–”

“Yeah, I know,” Marlon replies. “It’s big.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, that’s right,” he replies with a single chuckle. “That was your first time. Well trust me, baby. They won’t all be as incredible as that.”

I sigh and prop myself up, blink several times, and try to get myself back to functioning status. I glance over at him.

He’s leaning back now against the headboard, one knee up, with a muscular arm draped across it. His cock is still almost completely hard, and his body looks like something out of a magazine. If he wanted to take me again right now, there’s no way I could say no.

“You’re cocky as hell, you know that?”

He simply shrugs. “Am I?”

“How is it that a guy like you–rich, handsome, and insane in bed–is still single?” I ask. “You are still single, right? That wasn’t your wife’s necklace I saw you playing with earlier?”

I giggle, but Marlon immediately stands up and storms out of the room.

“It’s time for you to go,” he calls out. “I’ve got work to do.”

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