Page 54 of Never Less

“Upstairs, Liliana. Now.”

I scramble out of the pool, and Marcus follows closely. We both dry off, and then he leads me inside the house and up the steps. Once he’s shut us into his room, he takes me into his arms and kisses me deeply. I slip a hand into his swim trunks and wrap my fingers around his dick. Slowly, I stroke up and down, relishing in the silkiness of his skin.

“Get on the bed,” he tells me, trying to hold back a moan.

I don’t. With a coy smile, I drop to my knees and pull his swim trunks down.

“I thought we didn’t have a lot of time,” he teases, and his voice is so low and relaxed that it sends a shiver through me.

Instead of responding, I run my tongue along the underside of his dick before taking the head into my mouth and sucking. He groans softly and gathers my hair into his hands, keeping it away from my face. When I take as much of him into my mouth as I can, he tips his head back and swears.

I suck harder, moving up and down his dick and teasing the underside with my tongue. The taste of his skin mixes with the saltiness of precum, and satisfaction blooms inside me. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.

“Liliana, stop,” Marcus says tightly.

I release his cock and sit back on my heels. When I look up at him, Marcus is panting, and his eyes are dark with desire.

“You’re too damn good at that.” He helps me stand before slamming his mouth to mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, the tangy taste of my arousal still on it. When he pulls away, his hands are still grabbing at my waist, and mine are gripping his shoulders. “On the bed. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Backing up until my knees hit the mattress, I smile. Seeing Marcus like this—wound up, breathing hard, and struggling to find control—feels good. I feel good. Not just desired but worthy of it.

“Tell me what you want.” He’s already stepped up to me, and he kneels, trailing kisses down my stomach until he reaches my hipbone. His fingers latch onto my bikini bottoms, and he pulls them down slowly, following the material with more soft, worshipful kisses. “How do you want me to fuck you, my sweet Liliana?”

When he stands, I grab his shoulders and gently guide him so he’s closer to the bed, and then I push him onto it. “Get in the middle.”

He does as I say with a knowing smile. Once he’s situated, I climb on top of him. His dick slides against my pussy, and I rub myself against it for a minute.

Marcus’s hands come to rest on my thighs. “Don’t tease me, Liliana. Either put me inside of you, or I’m taking charge.”

I quite like this view, so I take hold of his cock and line it up. As I lower myself down, we both moan, and I love the way Marcus’s eyes flutter shut once I’ve taken all of him. I let myself sit there for a minute, enjoying the sensation of being filled up by his cock, and then I start moving.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Liliana.” Marcus grips my thighs. “Don’t you dare stop.”

A pleased smile takes over my face as he twists one of his hands so he can rub my clit. I set a steady pace for myself, staring down at him while he tries to keep his eyes open.

“Play with your nipples,” he says hoarsely. “I wanna see you come while you’re riding my dick.”

Slowly, I slide my hands up my body and squeeze my breasts. I run the pads of my thumbs over my nipples, and it shoots sparks of pleasure through my body.

“That’s it. God, just like that. You’re doing so well.”

My stomach tightens at Marcus’s praise. He always knows just what to say. And the way he’s looking up at me makes me feel so beautiful—like a goddess.

“You’re utter perfection,” he says as he watches me greedily. “And from now on, you’re all mine, you hear me? My son is never getting his hands on you again. No one is.”

Oh my god. I swear, this man could make me come with his words alone. It’s like he’s getting off on the fact that I chose him. Hell, we both are. Marcus’s possessiveness is making everything more intense. I find myself gasping for air as I ride him, trying to fight off the orgasm that’s barreling toward me.

“I bet he hasn’t fucked you right in a long, long time,” Marcus says. “My girl is needy, isn’t she? Needy for me to take my son’s place and make you come harder than he ever did.” He thrusts upward, holding me down so I take every inch of him.

Fuck. His words and the way he drives into me force the orgasm on me. It crashes down, snatching the oxygen from my lungs and wracking my entire body. My legs still, but Marcus takes over. Even though his hand has fallen from my clit, I still stay lost in the heady, almost-too-much sensations.

“That’s my girl. So pretty when she comes for her boyfriend’s father.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I breathe out, barely managing to hold on for dear life. I’ve gotta admit, though, him saying it makes me feel filthy, and not necessarily in a bad way.

“Damn right he’s not.” Marcus sits up and pushes me down so I’m laying flat on my back and he’s in between my legs. “This pussy is all mine, little star.”

His thumb goes back to my clit, and I let out a choked moan. This is supposed to be quick, and he’s already made me come twice.

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