Page 44 of Never Less

“Uh-uh, little star. This is how it’s gonna go with me. I decide how long you wait. I decide when you come. I decide how many times you come, too.”

“How… how many?”

Oh god.

I’m not even sure if Marcus hears me. He’s too engrossed in what he’s doing, and his moans are loud enough that I’m pretty sure anyone could hear them throughout the whole house.

A delighted shiver runs through me. I figured Marcus was more dominant in bed—always pretended he was in my fantasies—but this isn’t what I imagined.

I’m not complaining, though.

By the time he has my entire body trembling for him, I’ve lost track of how many times he’s worked me up just to back off. I’ve been reduced to a whimpering mess of begging and hair tugging and squirming under his tongue.

“Please,” I gasp. “Marcus, I can’t take it anymore.”

I expect him to take that as a challenge and push me even further, so when he continues working me with his mouth, I let out a surprised cry. My hips buck against his face as I come harder than I have in a long time—possibly ever. Marcus doesn’t seem to care, though. He just holds onto me tighter to keep me in place. While he works me through my orgasm, my mind goes completely blank. I’m pretty sure I scream, not because I feel myself do it, but because I hear it echo around the room.

It only feeds Marcus’s enthusiasm. The sensations are too overwhelming, but when I try to squirm away, he won’t let me. His tongue feels amazing, but it’s too much.

“Marcus,” I gasp, finally managing to push his head back. I breathe out a sigh of relief when he sits back and licks his lips.

“One,” he murmurs before kissing my inner thigh reverently.

“One?”

He nods, his lips dragging up my leg. “If you truly need a break, just say so, okay?”

“A break? What—”

He flattens his tongue against my clit, licking it slowly. My body has had just enough time to wind down, but I’m still sensitive, so I jump at his touch. When he hooks his arms around my legs again, I realize he meant what he said.

I’m not in control here.

And I like it.

Chapter fourteen

Marcus

I make Liliana come on my tongue again, and then one more time with my thumb on her clit while I make her beg for release. By the time she’s caught her breath, she’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and she’s staring up at me with worn-out surprise.

“How many was that?” I ask.

“Th-three,” she pants out. She’s propped up on her elbows, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion. I don’t think she could stand even if she wanted to, and I take great pride in that.

“How many times do you normally come?”

“Um. When I’m with someone, or when I’m by myself?”

“Whichever is more.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder before smirking. “So I’m assuming by yourself, probably when you’re thinking of me.”

She’s already flushed, but the pink in her cheeks deepens. “I think my record is five? I’m not sure.”

I nod. “We’ll go for six today, then.” I’d shoot for more, but I don’t want to wear her out too much. We have plenty of time to build her stamina and work that number upward.

Liliana’s eyes practically bug out of her head. “What?”

“You heard me. You look absolutely beautiful when you come, little star. I need to see it again.” And again, and again.

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