Page 55 of Never Less

How long has it been? What time is it?

I turn my head to look at the clock, but Marcus grabs my chin.

“Eyes on me, Liliana. When I’m fucking you, nothing else matters. Just us, you hear me?”

“Just…” I gasp when he adjusts angles and hits the perfect spot inside me. “Just us. Oh my god, Marcus.”

“Yesterday I was the devil,” he says, pulling out and thrusting back into me, “but today I’m your god? I’d advise you to make up your mind.”

All I can manage is a whimper. I push myself up onto my elbows so I can watch him sliding in and out of me. He’s right—Nate hadn’t fucked me right in a long time. In fact, compared to Marcus, I’m not sure he ever did. I only got to come most of the time with Nate, but with his dad? Oh my god.

Marcus keeps fucking me. His cock hits the right spots inside me, and it feels so overwhelmingly good that all thoughts but him empty from my mind. I reach up and run my fingers down his stomach, unable to speak.

He stares down at me, that same possessive fire from earlier burning in his eyes. “You have no idea how much it turns me on that once we’re done here, he’s going to see you red-faced and freshly fucked, and he’s going to realize that he never did you right. That he never satisfied you the way I can.”

I let out a loud moan, my fingers gripping his arm as he drives into me harder. So good. So fucking good.

“You like that, don’t you?” he says. “You want my cum dripping out of you while you tell my son you’re leaving him for me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry. “Oh my god, Marcus, please.”

He keeps playing with my clit with one hand while gently applying pressure to my lower stomach with the other. It heightens everything I’m already feeling and shoves me over the edge into a blissful mindlessness.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his words barely registering in my mind.

“Marcus,” I moan, grabbing at the blankets while he rubs my clit gently. It takes my orgasm to a whole new level, causing my body to tense and release all over again. “Marcus!”

“Oh, fuck. Liliana, shit.”

Marcus’s movements slow, and I open my eyes just in time to see him close his. As he comes, his lips part, and a gust of air rushes from his lungs. He falls forward, catching himself before he crushes me, and buries his face in my neck.

Shakily, I slide my arms around him to hold him close. His body is warm and sweaty against mine, his softening cock still inside me. I’m not ready for him to pull out yet.

While he presses tender kisses to my neck, I blink, going over what he just did to me. It all felt amazing—better than yesterday, somehow, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Where… where did you learn to do that?” I ask breathlessly.

“Do what?”

“The hand—the hand on the stomach thing.”

His body shakes against mine as he lets out a silent laugh. “I’ve been having sex for longer than you’ve been alive. If I didn’t pick up a trick or two, I wouldn’t be doing my job right.”

Obviously, I know Marcus has slept with other women, but I’ve been avoiding the thought. I expect jealousy to curl around my heart, but none comes. It takes me a second to realize why—there’s no need for it. Because out of all the women Marcus has been with, I’m the one he chose.

I’m the one he wants forever.

. . .

When the front door opens and slams shut, I’m in the kitchen making two cups of coffee. I’ve found that I quite prefer wearing one of Marcus’s button-downs to Nate’s T-shirts. It makes me feel sexy, like I’m in a movie or something. The way Marcus looked at me when he saw me in his shirt helped, too.

I stir half and half into my mug as Nate’s footsteps get closer and closer. When he’s finally in my peripheral, I give him a quick, disinterested glance.

“Good morning, Nathan.”

He slows to a stop, his gaze traveling down my body. “Where did you get that shirt?”

“From Marcus.”

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